I honestly can't decide whether this was, in the immortal words of PEEP SHOW, terrible or terri-brill. Bruce Willis as a therapist is, to put it mildly, not the most convincing piece of casting of the century, and the entire film -- from the performances to the score to the camerawork -- is pitched at a level of hysteria that is at times unintentionally hilarious but which seems entirely appropriate to the subject matter. I've seen quite a few people…
Something I'm finding fascinating about these early Bond films is the extent to which international travel is, in and of itself, presented as a marker of sophistication and adventure. It's not surprising - it genuinely would have been a major novelty at the time - but, sixty years later, there's something slightly quaint about the way Monty Norman's Bond theme blasts out at such seemingly inappropriate junctures: "Whoa, he's checking into a hotel! What a slick guy he is! And…
"Don't you just love old music?"
"Things sound so much better on vinyl."
Actual lines of dialogue spoken in this movie. Fuck you, you self-absorbed, pretentious douchebags.
Half a star each for the three leads, who I thought delivered competent performances despite the material they had to work with.