The Man with the Golden Gun (1974) Review — 007 Day
The 50-year-old mixed-bag Bond adventure still packs loads of goodies!
On May 23, 2017, the world lost its first Bond actor.
Sir Roger Moore was the third to don the tux and Walther PPK, and has long been my favorite. This wasn’t an easy decision to come to.
Like many, Sean Connery’s films were my introduction to Bond, and growing up, I always thought of Moore as second best, at best, though, in truth, it was his films I gravitated to the most.
The films I held up as the greatest were the first three of Connery’s — Dr. No, From Russia with Love, and Goldfinger (still my number one), and if I craved a darker, tougher tone, I’d throw on Dalton’s efforts The Living Daylights and Licence to Kill.
More often that not, it’s pure escapism I crave from the series that does it best.
And for that, nobody does it better than Roger Moore.
Regardless of mood, I could put on any one of his seven Bond pictures any time. I have favorites, but just spending time with him is always enough.
Moore’s passing (which was just over a month after Clifton James’ passing) hit me like a load of bricks, and I suggested to my parents, we watch one of his films…
