Reviewed Mar 13, 2012
Leighton Trent’s review:
This is seemingly the moment when the Bond films started to go over the top. It's barely solid, and while there are some enjoyable parts (the gay duo), it becomes too campy for it's own good, while the plot seems all over the place. Jill St. John is certainly a hot Bond girl, but she's god-awful annoying with her sploitation style of delivery. While having one of the more memorable themes, I found this to be the least of Connery's Bond run.