The last of the very good 007 films. The last of the fun 007 films for sure. Here, Bond is supposed to stop an assassination of a Russian VIP defecting to the West, but Bond senses something, and instead of killing the assassin (a shapely female violinist), he shoots the weapon from her hand. Something is amiss about the defector, and it's obvious to the viewer, though perhaps not obvious to someone who is in the story. We get lots of great scenery, lots of action, lots of wit, and some great horse play, such as riding a violin case like a sled to escape bad guys. It's perhaps the most "fun" of the Bond films, and that deserves mentioning. After this movie, "fun" was apparently a four letter word to the Generation Xenophobe minded producers.
