the groundhog day project

For Your Eyes Only today. (Though, I also saw In the Fade in the theater and watched The Wizard of Lies at home.) I've written about this film before . I wrote: Plotwise, like any Bond film, it is all over the place. But, that is what Bond films do. And, as a kid, sitting down for more than an hour and a half [correction, this movie is just over two hours], that's kind of what you need. Star Wars works because it jumps from location to location, setpiece to setpiece, introduces characters, kills them, introduces more. Throw in a session or two of offscreen sex with different partners, some complex Cold War politics and spy machinations, and you've got a Bond film. I wrote further about how parts of the plot (like Bond going to Spain) end up being pointless. But, the best part, when I was talking about how much more of a man James Bond (here, Roger Moore) is than any other man (cinematically, anyway), was this: And, he kicks a car down a cliff. Rambo never kicked a c...

Roger Moore died today. Last night, a bunch of people died in Manchester. I'd rather think about the former than the latter. So, I'm watching For Your Eyes Only . I grew up on this movie. Roger Moore was my James Bond. This one, Octopussy , A View to a Kill --I've seen these movies far too many times considering I never made a deliberate effort to watch them repeatedly (as I obviously have with other films). For Your Eyes Only , especially. It was on one of those first VHS tapes my family had. It was one of the movies we watched regularly. It has been a while since I last watched it, though. This very 80s (or really, 70s) music as Bond goes after Blofeld (who I never really had much context for when I was a kid and we'd watch this; he was just some bald guy who randomly tried to kill Bond and then Bond murdered him, and that alone is also so very 80s. Then the music video opening credits with vaguely naked women dancing in silhouette. (Visuals that meant very differen...