SummaryA fake Fabergé egg and a fellow agent's death lead James Bond to uncover an international jewel-smuggling operation, headed up by the mysterious Octopussy, used to disguise a nuclear attack on NATO forces.
SummaryA fake Fabergé egg and a fellow agent's death lead James Bond to uncover an international jewel-smuggling operation, headed up by the mysterious Octopussy, used to disguise a nuclear attack on NATO forces.
Octopussy, the 13th of the Bond adventures and the sixth to star Roger Moore, isn't as exhilarating as "The Spy Who Loved Me". But it's the most enjoyable since then, in large part because it's not trying to be the ultimate anything. [13 June 1983, p.77]
Fun Spy **** beware...a little different form Connery era films.
Like many of Moore-Bond movie it geared towards action-comedy with a little bit of mockery of spy novel cliches.
It humor isn't aged very well and it isn't p.c. but it still a very enjoyable film, now on the verge of campy.
Try it.
Having watched 25 Bonds from **** to Spectre, I place **** at 6/25.
Is this really the 6th best movie in the series? Probably not. But I feel this is the top Moore. And it's time to talk about him in detail.
Arriving in the series, Moore very openly showed his disdain for the character and role. He said that it was a silly character, that you couldn't take it seriously and that there was only one way to play it, as a buffoon. He acted upon that, and his first movie was a disaster. The second forced him to be serious, and he found his footing on the third.
His footing was to make a witty, jokey, lighthearted Bond, that rarely entered violence unless forced. He would joke and play and prance around being witty with the characters around him, fought when he had to, he loved having fun, and that was his Bond.
Since his buffoon Bond was that humorous, for good or bad, the movies had to follow suit. His brand of goofy, campy, lighthearted, over the top Bond carried the series throughout the 70s and over half the 80s. And in 1983, **** came out. Near the tail of Moore's era, carrying all of that legacy.
And really, that's all there is to say about this movie. We could talk about the scenery, the villain, the delicious Maud Adams, from Man with the Golden Gun, the minor good or bad points. Villain isn't that great, story is so silly, etc.
But really, even though one might say "it's just another Bond", it's actually a Moore Bond, and the most refined of the Moore Bonds.
Moore set foot in Connery's shoes and took so long to get them to fit him, or rather to get entirely new shoes, a new style, a new Bond out there. Movie after movie, in his very long Bond career, he established himself. He grew.
**** is the peak of Moore's Bond. His masterpiece. It is the most camp, the most funny, the most lighthearted, the most Moore. It is the most over the top, the funniest, the silliest, the most action-packed, and yet it is also capable of being serious when it needs to, it's witty, it's enjoyable through and through.
**** is, alongside Moonraker, the absolute top of what made Moore Bond what it was.
It's a delightfully enjoyable string of jokes and silly situations peppered with action scenes and Roger Moore trying to charm his fellows. From start to finish, it's an absolutely enjoyable Moore-a-gogo, running from elephants, charming snakes, chases in cheap indian minicars popping wheelies, getting shot at by a blunderbuss, fighting them off with a tennis racket, throwing people on nail beds, throwing knives, fooling around at auctions, at meetings, fooling around through and through. It's the movie where he ends up disguised as a clown, and in so many ways, what a sendoff.
(ignore A View to a Kill, it deserves it anyway)
This finds Bond on better form than he's been for some time. The action sequences are tighter, the visual gags more inventive, and if the plot is no great shakes, the whole thing is served up with a decent approximation to the old panache.
OCTOPUSSY features the usual array of fine stunt work and special effects, and Adams' appearance marks the first time that a Bond woman was allowed an encore performance, but little is added that departs from the Bond formula.
This is one of Roger Moore's finest attempts at James Bond. He seems to have found a solid balance between the campy one liners and the action needed to make this character his own. Sadly, it would be his second to last performance as the British Agent soon giving way to a new actor to take the reigns. ****
Muitos dos detalhes específicos de Bond estão presentes e são geralmente reconhecidos. Moore, porém, está envelhecendo e carece da virulência que esta parte exige. Quanto à protagonista, Maude Adams, considero sua aparência e desempenho um pouco desanimadores. Embora houvesse muitos temas identificáveis de Bond neste filme, faltava-lhe a grandiosidade e o belo cenário que aprendi a antecipar nos filmes contemporâneos de 007. A narração é bastante confiável, embora o enredo em si seja um pouco instável. Para os fãs de James Bond, é imperdível; para todos os outros, dê uma olhada se estiver realmente curioso.
Many of the Bond-specific details are present, and they are generally recognised. Moore, though, is becoming older and lacks the virulence that this part calls for. As for the leading lady, Maude Adams, I find both her appearance and performance to be a little underwhelming. Although there were many identifiable Bond themes in this movie, it lacked the grandness and beautiful scenery that I've grown to anticipate from contemporary 007 movies. The narration is mostly reliable, although the plot itself is a little shaky. For fans of James Bond, it's a must-see; for everyone else, give it a look if you're really curious.
Slightly improved over previous instalments but garbage is still garbage. **** fails to take advantage of solid locations and a decent Bond girl by delivering a pretty uninteresting plot with one of the worst villains this franchise has to offer.
Moore's trip to India is too much, too much of good stuff- well, not technically- and too much of bad, and still it isn't perfectly balanced.
****
Glen is back with a more raunchy version. Think of that, more raunchy than what we saw previously, so I guess that's a first. The director John Glen, as always has his track mapped out perfectly in his film. There is no doubt about that. In fact, accounting in both of his project, we can easily say that he likes to go deep, deep in his self-created maze. And just that bit, that very middle chapter is undeniably exhilarating. For as soon as you think, that Roger Moore, the Bond, won't go lower than this, this bottomless pit keeps **** him or more importantly us, in its exotically well choreographed tricks and treats.
The humor is once again, an issue in here, especially the branches it spirals out, it never feels like a part of the narration and surprisingly coming this from a director who at first was an editor ought to be shocking. Digging out another new culture to explore upon, this gives the writers enough space to distract the viewers with stunning set pieces brimmed with colorful lights and embroideries that somehow represents the rich culture along with the staged traditions of India.
Similar to previous cliff hanging climax there is another antic like such that is more complex and nail biting than that one, which frankly is the film's double edged sword, for as soon as you start expecting things, it will let you down, even they can promise that. The Bond girl syndrome is respected and given both the title and agenda to run towards or more precisely backwards for Moore's characteristics in the film overpowers every motive and temptations in the film, which I can see that it might be a great idea to glorify the character, but the film suffers in doing so, for you can't take down the title, not even in this franchise, not ****.