The writing for Communisim was on the wall, even if in small print. Afghanistan was playing a crucial role, but no where near as it would in the future of politics. AIDS had finally exploded to a degree where even the President had to acknowledge it. OK, got that? Russia’s political unrest plus Communists in the middle east.. and cut out the sex. Welcome Pierce Brosnan… oops, forgot about the execs at NBC… OK, bring in Timothy Dalton.
Originally offered the role years before, but deemed too young, Dalton took the helm, but to a lighter 007. No excess of martinis, no excess sex with the exotic women… meet the Politically Correct nightmare of Bond. Ian Flemming just threw up in his mouth a little bit. A long Cold War 007 vehicle, Dalton did harken back to the stern Bond of yore, more Connery-esque than Moore’s capable one-liner delivery.
The film gets lost in itself, needing to make up for the missing social excess. A great 007 vehicle all the same, and a pretty good test of Dalton’s Bond range in his otherwise short 007 career. Just missing Bond epic, bring some popcorn and no bathroom breaks.