Oops, watched THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS again; a salve for the Yankees fan who just saw the Bronx Bombers get no-hit by the dastardly Houston Astros.
AmazonPrime subtitles are atrocious, with lines like "shouting in Afghan," because BezosWorld can't be bothered to know about Pashto/Urdu/Farsi/Arabic.
The brief, comical windshield wiper gag is as satisfying as the giant aircraft stunt shenanigans. Marks of a great action film.
Anyway, this stays in my top five 007iverse rankings, along with OHMSS, MOONRAKER, THUNDERBALL, and probably the other Dalton entry. And xXx (2002).
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
As a soldier, one of the first things at which I excelled, according to the infallible eye of my drill sergeants, was marching and marching movements. As a white guy and someone whose idea of nightmare is dancing in public, I’m a proud member of Rhythmless Nation, but I can twist & turn on command at perfect stiff right angles in combat boots with the best of them, apparently. This, uh, skill led me to be selected for local funeral detail…