Lewis Gilbert direct Roger Moore, Barbara Bach and Richard Kiel in this 007 adventure where Bond teams up with a Russian Spy to stop a marine life obsessed megalomaniac from starting a nuclear war to force humanity’s survivors into his undersea citadel.
This, for as long as I can remember, has been my go to best Bond. The Union Jack parachute cliff jump. The underwater Lotus Esprit car. The suspenseful supertanker war sequence. Barbara Bach’s classy gorgeousness. Roger relaxing into his tenure. The brilliant Carly Simon theme song. The greatest henchman ever. But on this watch it revealed itself as a very baggy, indulgent movie. Was there a contractual obligation to spend quite so long in Egypt? The middle section is filler. The jokes not quite as memorable as other Bond zingers. Still a great Bank Holiday blockbuster but essentially, noticing its flaws, this viewing leaves Goldfinger without a rival for the top spot. I’m not sure I want to live in a world where my darling Roger isn’t the star of my favourite Fleming actioner.