Boromir006
07-18-2007, 09:05 AM
So the other night the fiancee went to bed early and I decided to catch up on some old Bond. (I've been trying to give her a sampling of all the different eras, but the only one she's enjoyed is Casino Royale.) For whatever reason I went with Octopussy.
Heavens to murgatroyd, that movie has not aged well. I didn't remember it being so... painfully... lugubriously... undendingly... slow! Just scene after scene after scene of absolutely nothing happening. One thing the early Connery films certainly did not suffer from was a lack of pace. But somewhere along the line it got dialed back to near zero. Maybe Roger Moore's age had something to do with it - as his films go on we find them padded out more with talky, expository scenes and less and less action.
The love story doesn't work at all. Bond and Octopussy seem interested in each other merely because they happen to be in the same room together. I don't buy the chemistry and I really cringe at her big dramatic moment which comes off as a hissy fit ("I don't have to apologize to you, a paid assassin, for what I am.") Kristina Wayborn is one of my favorite Bond girls in terms of sheer looks, but whoever was dubbing her voice has as much emotional range as a piece of drywall. And after her seduction scene with Bond her relevance to the story disappears completely, yet she still pops up in scene after scene as nothing more than a curvaceous prop.
I've said enough about what I think of John Glen's sense of humor in many other posts. But this time around he really outdoes himself, going for gags at the expense of the desperately poor - with a very 1800's colonial British attitude. In fact, watching the movie you'd have thought Gandhi never existed and India was still under British rule. At least there are no incompetent overacting police captains in this one.
The villains, despite their plot for killing thousands of people, are very dull. Kamal Khan talks a lot, glowers a few times, and that's about it. General Orlov seems to belong in a different movie altogether. Gobinda isn't very menacing and the knife-throwing twins are forgettable.
It's easy to dump on Roger Moore but I felt for him in this one. He was doing the best he could with substandard material and is easily the best part of the movie. Actually one person who really drops the ball in this movie is the usually reliable John Barry. His use of lilting strings all over the score (perhaps in reaction to Bill Conti's overuse of disco in the previous film) makes the movie seem that much slower. And the title song is easily the worst in the Bond canon. Granted they were working with the handicap of an unwieldy title, but he and lyricist Tim Rice didn't have to give us the blandest of 80's love ballads that would better fit something with Jennifer Beals in it than what's supposed to be an action-adventure spy movie. The only memorable thing about "All Time High" is that Japanese censors thought the lyrics were about drugs.
All that said, I still thought it was the coolest thing since sliced bread when I was younger. Oh well...
Heavens to murgatroyd, that movie has not aged well. I didn't remember it being so... painfully... lugubriously... undendingly... slow! Just scene after scene after scene of absolutely nothing happening. One thing the early Connery films certainly did not suffer from was a lack of pace. But somewhere along the line it got dialed back to near zero. Maybe Roger Moore's age had something to do with it - as his films go on we find them padded out more with talky, expository scenes and less and less action.
The love story doesn't work at all. Bond and Octopussy seem interested in each other merely because they happen to be in the same room together. I don't buy the chemistry and I really cringe at her big dramatic moment which comes off as a hissy fit ("I don't have to apologize to you, a paid assassin, for what I am.") Kristina Wayborn is one of my favorite Bond girls in terms of sheer looks, but whoever was dubbing her voice has as much emotional range as a piece of drywall. And after her seduction scene with Bond her relevance to the story disappears completely, yet she still pops up in scene after scene as nothing more than a curvaceous prop.
I've said enough about what I think of John Glen's sense of humor in many other posts. But this time around he really outdoes himself, going for gags at the expense of the desperately poor - with a very 1800's colonial British attitude. In fact, watching the movie you'd have thought Gandhi never existed and India was still under British rule. At least there are no incompetent overacting police captains in this one.
The villains, despite their plot for killing thousands of people, are very dull. Kamal Khan talks a lot, glowers a few times, and that's about it. General Orlov seems to belong in a different movie altogether. Gobinda isn't very menacing and the knife-throwing twins are forgettable.
It's easy to dump on Roger Moore but I felt for him in this one. He was doing the best he could with substandard material and is easily the best part of the movie. Actually one person who really drops the ball in this movie is the usually reliable John Barry. His use of lilting strings all over the score (perhaps in reaction to Bill Conti's overuse of disco in the previous film) makes the movie seem that much slower. And the title song is easily the worst in the Bond canon. Granted they were working with the handicap of an unwieldy title, but he and lyricist Tim Rice didn't have to give us the blandest of 80's love ballads that would better fit something with Jennifer Beals in it than what's supposed to be an action-adventure spy movie. The only memorable thing about "All Time High" is that Japanese censors thought the lyrics were about drugs.
All that said, I still thought it was the coolest thing since sliced bread when I was younger. Oh well...