My Favorite #Bond_age_ Greg McCambley on Live and Let Die

My Favorite #Bond_age_ Greg McCambley on Live and Let Die

Live and Let Die: From the Bronx to the Bayou and Beyond

by Greg McCambley (@GregMcCambley)

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It’s hard to remember exactly when I first saw Live and Let Die.

As a Bond fan growing up in the 70’s, chances to watch the earlier movies were limited to the occasional video store rental or TV broadcast.  I remember taping every Bond movie as it was shown on TV and watching those broadcast dubs over and over again. Certainly LALD was among them, and I have no doubt that, whenever I first saw it, it was the title sequence that hooked me. The image of a naked woman in shadow, flames flickering on-screen. Then a zoom into another woman’s wide-open eyes. Her head turns into a skull. You layer the simple yet ultimately iconic theme song over the images and you have the recipe for movie magic. Who wouldn’t be mesmerised by that?  However, this was only the start of my appreciation of Live and Let Die.

One of the benefits of looking back at a movie one’s watched for decades is the ability to appreciate the finer subtleties noticed upon repeat viewings. Back in the good old days of Bond watching, I don’t really remember caring whether Bond was played by Moore or Connery (or that other fellow.)  The important thing was that I was watching James Bond.  Nowadays, though, I’ve come to appreciate Live and Let Die a lot more because it was such a departure from the Connery Bonds, that it needed to be.  Roger Moore had to put his own stamp on the character and he did an absolutely stellar job of it in Live and Let Die.  He was a more urbane Bond to Connery’s physical Bond.  His quips and mannerisms work well in LALD. Of course, a good Bond is only as good as the villains he fights. Luckily for Moore, he had some of the best for his first outing.

We first meet our villain in the opening sequence, as Head of State from San Monique in the UN.  Kananga is there to watch the first of three murders. It’s rare that we get to see the primary villain so early in a Bond film, and the reason we get to see him is that, as is revealed later, the British have been watching him. The murders are Kananga’s retaliation. His heroin operation aside, as a Head of State, he is the highest profile target to which Bond has ever been assigned. Kananga is a formidable foe, with virtual armies in both San Monique and the United States. I’ve always loved Kananga as a villain. He brings an energy to the film that makes it (and him) so watchable. His henchmen as well are some of the best in the entire series. Tee Hee with his towering height, hook hand, and sense of humour. Baron Samedi as the enigmatic, yet entirely terrifying, well, Baron Samedi; and silent Whisper. Tee Hee has some great moments with Bond, not least of which is their scene at the Gator farm.  And speaking of the Gator farm, the locations are another strong feature for Live and Let Die.

After the dusty blandness of Las Vegas in Diamonds Are Forever, Live and Let Die is an absolute breath of fresh air.

New York is a city with an energy and a vibrancy all its own. It’s hard to believe that Bond never visited it before (or since). Moore’s Bond fits into the city nicely (for the most part). Jamaica as San Monique also gives the movie a nice Caribbean vibe (a nice callback to Bond’s earlier missions to that area.) For me, though, it’s New Orleans and the Louisiana Bayou that really stands out to me.  I used to think of that whole section of the film as padding. But now, I find it’s the part of the film that I look forward to the most. The Gator farm itself is a very unique location and it remains one of the most menacing death traps that Bond’s ever faced. The stunt run across the gators is one of the most iconic moments for Roger Moore’s Bond and, quite frankly, the entire series. Then there’s that boat chase across the Bayou. It’s certainly one of the longest and most breathtaking chases in Bond film history.  A strong mix of great action, beautiful scenery and superb stuntwork. It’s great fun to watch over and over again.  So Live and Let Die has some great visuals, but it also has some of the greatest music of any Bond film.

The soundtrack is, today, one of my absolute favourites of the entire series. It gets regular play on my iPod, and listening to it sweeps me back to the 70’s awesomeness of the film.  George Martin’s score blends the right mix of Bond, funk, and Caribbean music together, meanwhile giving it a sinister edge.  For example, watching the movie’s opening sequence, we’re treated to the Bond theme, New Orleans spiritual jazz, and a sinister orchestral piece in rapid succession.  It shows the disparate influences which Martin was able to bring together and blend into an extremely tight and memorable soundtrack. It’s hard not to listen to tracks like “Whisper Who Dares,” “Baron Samedi’s Dance of Death,” and “Trespassers Will Be Eaten” and not revisit those sequences from the film. That is what the best soundtracks do, and one of the chief reasons that Live and Let Die remains my favourite “one-off” soundtrack from the entire series. Like the casting and locations, the score is another chief that Live and Let Die is such a fun film to watch. Having said all that, though, it does have some issues.

It’s almost impossible, however, to ignore the problems at the heart of Live and Let Die.

The chief problem is the confused racial message.  The white versus black dynamic, for example. Here, pretty much every single black person in the film is working for Kananga/Mr. Big (either directly or indirectly).  Take the New Orleans sequences, for example. Murder is committed in broad daylight on his behalf, yet everyone watching does nothing. The voodoo scenes contain the typical Hollywood stereotyping of the religion. Then there’s the whole question of why the British were so interested in Kananga to begin with. We start the film with Kananga obviously retaliating for something via the murder of three British spies. Yet, we (and Bond) never learn why they were doing going after him in the first place. We learn his plans eventually, but they appear to be related solely to the U.S.  So were the British spying on him for the CIA? Maybe, but Leiter seems to make it clear that the CIA were watching Kananga on behalf of the British. So again the question remains, why were they after him? As mentioned before, Kananga is a Head of State. Sending a 00-agent suggests that the ultimate goal is assassination.  Such a series of events in the real world would result in worldwide outrage. Live and Let Die could never be produced as it is nowadays.  It is a product of its time and maybe therein lies the secret of its appeal.

Bond films aren’t known for their realism. They are, first and foremost, fantasies. They manage to appeal to the sense of adventure in people for dangerous villains, beautiful women, and magnificent locations. Appealing to this sense of adventure is part of what made the pulps an important source of 20th-century entertainment. Live And Let Die is, perhaps, the ultimate blending of the pulps and James Bond.   am a fan of the pulps, and Live and Let Die absolutely fits the pattern of those old stories. It’s been one of my favourites for almost three decades now, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

First Bond Movie: The Living Daylights
Favorite Bond Actor: Timothy Dalton
Favorite Bond Girl: Michelle Yeoh (Wai Lin)
How I Discovered #Bond_age_: I was in the right place (Twitter) at the right time.
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My Favorite #Bond_age_ Tom Wilcox on Diamonds Are Forever

My Favorite #Bond_age_ Tom Wilcox on Diamonds Are Forever

Diamonds Are Forever: “Welcome to hell…” or Is It Just Las Vegas?

by Tom Wilcox

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Diamonds Are Forever is by no means the best James Bond film, but it is certainly an idiosyncratic one. Blofeld clones? A moon buggy chase? Gay hitmen? Blofeld in drag? Country singer/future sausage king Jimmy Dean as a reclusive billionaire? Fitness-obsessed lesbians giving Bond an ass-kicking? You can only say you saw these in one movie. Diamonds Are Forever is nothing if not memorably off-the-wall.

When reviewing the strange case of Diamonds Are Forever, it’s important to consider a little historical context. 1971 was not exactly overflowing with movies you’d call “fun”. More like overflowing with “portraits of existential despair.” Bond shared the box office with films like The Last Picture Show and The French Connection. These are excellent films, but bleak, and lacking in that all important movie element – lasers. The return of Sean Connery and the promise of some honest-to-god entertainment (and lasers!) was enough for audiences to make the movie the third-highest grosser of 1971. (more…)

My Favorite #Bond_age_: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service by Kerry Fristoe

My Favorite #Bond_age_: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service by Kerry Fristoe

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service: This Never Happened To The Other Fellow

by Kerry Fristoe (@echidnabot)

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So here’s the thing, I love Sean. Sean is Bond. I didn’t grow up in the 80’s or 90’s with Dalton, Brosnan, Craig, and Dench. Moore is a poor man’s excuse for Bond. All ruffled tuxedo and demeanor. Moore is to Connery what New Coke is to Coke; sweeter and more generic. He’s the supermarket Kola you find when you’re looking for the real thing. Naturally I thought I’d write about Sean for this favorite Bond series. I thought about Goldfinger, From Russia With Love, and Dr. No immediately. Then I realized something. I didn’t own a single Bond film. Why was that? I thought about it and realized that for me, the entire series lacked depth. Bond played baccarat, cracked wise with arch-villains, bedded a bevy of beauties, and foiled the world domination plots of many while maintaining his poise and retaining his boutonniere. He never lost his cool because he wasn’t a real guy. Let’s face it – it’s hard to get excited about a cardboard cutout, even a really attractive one. Without depth and some vulnerability, all the ski chases and 11th hour bomb defusing came to naught. Bond seemed less superhuman and more subhuman. Then it hit me. Lazenby. The odd man out. On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. The answer to many a Bond trivia question. Lazenby fit the bill. George Lazenby was tall, dashing, an Australian male model with a smartass demeanor. This made him made him the perfect…er, replacement… for Connery back in 1969 and his film, the perfect vehicle. In On Her Majesty’s Secret Service we see Bond fight, ski, seduce, crack wise and even fall in love all set to a gorgeous John Barry score. (more…)

My Favorite #Bond_age_: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service by Patrick Goff

My Favorite #Bond_age_: On Her Majesty’s Secret Service by Patrick Goff

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service: All the Time in the World

by Patrick Goff (@p2wy)

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I saw my first Bond films in the early 1980s. My first was Octopussy, watched on ABC (edited for television) with my family. Then I saw A View to a Kill in the theater as a 13 year old. I didn’t realize at the time that these were James Bond at his most elderly, and that the series had reached it’s apex of silly. Regardless, I was enchanted by the exotic locations, the woman, the fast cars. I had a thirst for more. At the time, we didn’t have a VCR so my only recourse was to visit my local library and check out Ian Fleming’s novels. This written Bond was something completely different, a more shadowy character with real flaws and a streak of darkness…. something that was completely absent from the later Roger Moore portrayals.

Over the years, the Fleming character stayed with me as I eventually came to watch most of the series. You would see small snippets of the Fleming Bond in Dr. No or Goldfinger…a taste of him here or there, but it was still the “movie” Bond…. as was the case in just about every Bond film I’d seen. (more…)

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You Only Live Twice: Teetering on the Precipice
by Tom Wilcox (@TRWilcox)

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“They killed James Bond. They KILLED JAMES BOND! And I just found out who he was!”

I don’t remember how old I was when I first watched You Only Live Twice. Somewhere in the single-digits, seven or eight? We’ll say eight.

The iconic gun barrel opening set the tone. Action! Excitement! Take-no-prisoners surf guitar!

It opens in outer space. Two astronauts maneuvering a capsule, the Jupiter 16. (I could have pulled that out of my memory even if I hadn’t just rewatched the movie. “Jupiter 16” is just one of those things you remember.) Another larger, more menacing ship approaches. It swallows them whole, like a shark, leaving one astronaut to float off to his death. They certainly had my attention. This movie meant business. (more…)

My Favorite #Bond_age_: Andy Ross on Thunderball

My Favorite #Bond_age_: Andy Ross on Thunderball

The Story of a Shy Kid and James Bond 007 in Thunderball

by Andy Ross (@ThatAndyRoss)

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The time: Summer 1991. The place: Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The age: Six years old. I do none of this to make anyone feel old reading this, simply to establish the time and circumstances I first met 007. My grandfather had been diagnosed with lung cancer sometime earlier – he didn’t smoke – but it was lung cancer. There are flashes in my mind of us, my mother, father, and I, driving to Ohio for his treatments. The treatments had happened earlier, but again, I can’t quite place when.

This is what led us to Gatlinburg. Gatlinburg is a popular resort town in East Tennessee, only a short drive away from the Disneyland of Tennessee, Dollywood. My grandfather’s cancer was in remission, and it was decided that a fantastic vacation would be had. An entire week, in rented condos. My family with our own condo, and my grandparents in one of their own as well. A stairwell connected the two, and I remember walking between the two listening to my jam of the summer, Amy Grant’s “Baby Baby” on a portable cassette player. (more…)