Review – The Spy Who Loved Me

Hour after endless hour of Roger Moore shenanigans, and the high point of the film comes in the first ten minutes when Carly Simon sings the theme song (my advice: turn off the picture so you can enjoy the sound without being forced to watch naked women in silhouette clinging from gun barrels as the opening credits flash around them). The rest of the flick is strictly from the seventies, right down to Richard Kiel as the humongous assassin with the stainless steel teeth, a killer cleverly nicknamed Jaws. And was there really a time when Barbara Bach parading around in skin-tight, reveling dresses passed for women’s lib because she was a Soviet agent bimbo rather than just your run-of-the-mill bimbo? Other than the dated material, it’s the usual parade of mad villains out to nuke the world and our intrepid agent who, thanks to his usual good luck and a gaggle of gadgets, manages to foil the dastardly scheme. See if desperate