This was the worst Bond movie of the early era. It has nothing to do with Lazenby being Bond. It's just that it was written to be just a depressing piece of trash for the Hollywood formula of the late sixties than went into the eighties. There is little scenery, little action, little to see of the bad guys. Bond is pretty much on his own in a "spy movie" instead of a "Bond movie". Bond is in a complex in a mountain surrounded by snow. If this wasn't the lowest budget ever for a Bond movie, someone was robbed. It is written with "hate", which was the standard of the late sixties through the eighties. As someone born in 1956, this was about all I was exposed to in art, film, TV, theater, religion, everywhere. It was the Hollywood formula, and to see anything else, you literally had to sneak off while everyone else was asleep and see something "not depressing" on your own. There's just too much of this hate in Art. It isn't Art. It's trash. It's also boring.
