I've known the Moore Bonds were on the sillier side from the couple that I've seen, but I had no idea of the barrel of laughs this one would be. _Moonraker_ was a favorite, though it had the typical problem of being overly long. This one doesn't have that problem, despite not having a plot that rivals MR—but I don't think any Bond film will rival the concept of the _Moonraker_ film and its Drax.

Moore profited from following the full on sixties chauvinist, woman-manhandling, supremely cocky SOB of the Connery days, but with a goofier flair, so you still get the culture-shockingly hilariousness of his brazenness with the cavalier absurdity of... well, you'll see.

The opening starts the film off with a deceptively over-serious and lamely pulpy edge, and it's easily the worst Bond theme and opening I've seen, so I wasn't surprised I'd never heard of it amongst all the amazing Bond theme classics. It's so bad I actually skipped to the end of the opening. The visuals aren't even sexy or aesthetically interesting—they're just blurry.

After that it just gets funnier and more ridiculous at a steadily rising clip, and is one of the few old Bond films that has what I'd consider good pacing. Instead of feeling interminably bloated it has a nice, calming '70s pace that I found rather cathartic. I would just about count the "James gets captured after going to the villain's estate, but he isn't killed for ~reasons~" trope as subverted because it just straight up does not take the scenario seriously at all, and is all the better for it.