Review – License to Kill

License to Stink is more like it. Here but for the grace of Octopussy goes the worst Bond movie ever. I was initially willing to accept Timothy Dalton as a reasonable substitute for the aging Roger Moore, but the new guy’s second (and last) appearance as Ian Fleming’s super-spy is lackluster at best. To be fair, however, he didn’t really have much to work with. In this effort, Bond abandons Her Majesty’s Secret Service and strikes out on his own to seek revenge against a cartoonish drug lord for a deadly attack on series-regular-never-played-by-the-same-actor-twice Felix Leiter and his newly-wed wife. The result is a disappointing blend of the worst elements of the Bond series with some of the dumber clichés from the whole “just say no to drugs” campaign that was hot at the time this hunk of junk was first released. Even the end credits reek; they include an admonition that smoking is a potentially dangerous activity. Nothing about the health hazards inherent in gun battles or shark attacks, however. And to top it all off: Wayne Newton as a televangelist. Wish I’d skipped it