Stupid, lame, cheesy, funny... The script is really bad if you ask me, but the humor does make up for it at times. Nevertheless, there's not enough good dialogue and interesting action to make this a good movie. Oh and the Bond girls suck.
Campy, rather vicious addition to a well-worn cycle, with an element of nastiness which big-budget stunts cannot conceal. Panavision does not help, and Connery's return to the role is disappointing.
Mistakes - 1) Bond becomes dry within seconds after coming out of a pool with his clothes on, and the shirt is then wet again upon entering a building a couple of seconds later.
One of the lower moments in the Bond collection, but nonetheless very worth seeing due to the excellent Mr. Wint and Mr. Kidd, a pair of gay hit-men who deliver the only good one-liners the franchise has ever seen. They are both sinister and hilarious at the same time, and provide some decent moments, so yes, you should probably see this.
Fairly bizarre and entertaining but doesn't feel like a Bond film at all. Connery is stuck in a goofy Moore-like caper involving flamboyantly gay assassins, and women that escaped from a Russ Meyer set with names like Thumper. Even resurrected, don't-give-a-shit-at-this-point Connery is watchable though as a kind of pulp thrill. He should have stuck to his guns, gone out with YOLT and let Lazenby/Moore deal with this mess.
One of the two best Connery Bonds, thanks to its humor and diversity. One second, we're in an elevator in Britain, the next the Las Vegas strip, then an armed fortress in the ocean. Jill St. John is the best Bond girl ever because of how funny she plays her role, and in general, there are more laughs in this one than in previous Bonds. However, the action is also at an all-time high, with more fight scenes and battles for Bond to engage in. Kidd and Wint are memorable minor characters, too.
the plot is a bit clunky and hard to follow, and blofeld just isn't the kind of villian i feel threatened by. this is by no means a bad movie, but it is a dissatisfactory outing for the bond franchise and not exactly ending on a good note for connery. the last half hour of this movie is pretty good and even if the movie as a whole isnt satifactory it does go out with a bang...literally and figuratively. i just wish mr. witt and mr. kidd had more screen time.
It doesn't help the continuity that Blofeld is played by three different actors across three movies -- and Bond is played by two! Second only to DR. NO as Freder's least favorite of the Connery Bonds, this one still manages to be diverting once in a while. Vegas circa 1971 has aged well as an exotic locale, the cliffhanger moment in the coffin is smashing -- and, wee-hoo, that Jill St. John does bring out the wolf in a guy. . .