It was the Gritty New York you always hear about, the one we all still have in our heads when we think of NY, the one that felt like a living organism filled with grime. Now it's sparkly.
Just like Marty's films today. He needs that inspiration back, but without the coke.
And no, I've never actually been to NY. ;)
Never Say Never Again
How bad can a movie be? How many times can you wince, groan, look away and ask WHY!?! AND why have I seen this crap over 10 times? Ugh.
Connery is great. As always. He sparkles. He shines. If you dropped everything else it's a good Bond performance because Connery gets his wish to play the character differently. It's an older Bond.
The villain is brilliantly played but allowed to do nothing and serves no real purpose other than to advance the plot. So this negates the great performance.
The score is awful 1983 lounge music. There is a great little 20 sec. motif that is repeated several times, but of course like everything else in this movie is never developed.
Rowan Atkinson is needlessly thrown in.
Felix Leiter is here, but serves no purpose.
The Fatima Blush character provides the only real zest to the film and after she goes all energy is lost. This is just like Fiona Volpe's demise but in Fatima's case, her sheer over the top factor and annoying delivery become grating and you can't wait for her to be offed. And she just seems so unrealistic that there is no real danger to Bond. Miles away from Fiona's cold and intelligent dispatching of her prey. Even the one-note Helga Brandt plays better today.
WHAT? YOU CAST MAX VON SYDOW AS BLOFELD ONLY TO HAVE HIM DO NOTHING?!?
The Q scene is funny, but short.
M is a complete irritating buffoon. Played by The Jackal. Ugh.
The title song is beyond awful.
The action is lame.
The look is all wrong, but the cinematography is great. They chose Douglas Slocombe so there's always this feeling of Indiana Jones throughout.
The sound leaves much to be desired.
The changes made to be more contemporary are severely dated, leaving this 1983 film more heavily dated than the 1965 original!
KIM BASINGER IS ATROCIOUS!
None of this is Kersh's fault. Or the screenwriters. It was a rushed production full of troubles, one that should have never started principal photography before nailing down that script or deciding just what they wanted to do.
It's a mess because Jack Schwartzman went ahead without a stable foundation.
I finally figured out what would have made this a great movie:
Sean Connery as James Bond 007 in Longitude 78 West.
Directed by Sidney Lumet.