Andrew V. McLaglen directs Roger Moore, Anthony Perkins and Michael Parks in this teatime thriller where an eccentric lord leads a diving team against a group of villains holding oil rigs to ransom. 

A bargain bin airport novel given the big screen treatment, this trundles along pleasantly, albeit with very little action. The bulk of the movie consists of talking and sneaking. But what a cast of absolute treats to go talking and sneaking around with for two distractingly old school hours. Moore excels as an anti-Bond; swigging whisky, hating women, doing cross stitch to help him think and leaving the castle estate to his pack of kittens should the rescue mission go tits up. In Moore we trust, the kittens will have to wait to sell off his ancestral pile. In throwaway boy’s own nonsense like this my Bond lives forever.

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