I was never all that impressed by Bond movies. I remember twenny years ago I was watching Octopussy on video. Most on it I watched on fast-forward, and I didn't miss a thing.
I can't recall why, but it seems something had compelled me to put The Spy Who Loved me on my online rental list, and it arrived this week. I could only stand to watch less than ten minutes of it. My gawd, what an abysmally, toe-curlingly, heart-stoppingly bad movie. Even for light summer entertainment. It felt like being hungry, being out of food, and trying to eat an empty cereal box. Yuck.