My biggest problem with the Moore flicks is their almost-cartoonish devotion to gadgets and $#!+, though I lay this mainly at the feet of Cubby Broccoli. To me the "demise" of the Bond flicks started with To Russia With Love, with that tricked-out briefcase Connery had. That was fine, but it was just the first symptom of a disease. OK, the Aston-Martin in Goldfinger was unrealistic, but cool, and the scene with the laser was much the same. Then with Thunderball we had the yacht that split in two, and the bad guy with the eyeball-transplant. WTF? From there it just got worse. A submarine Lambo? Jaws in space? An invisible Beemer? Gimme a freakin' break here. True, I enjoyed all the movies, but you must admit they got a bit silly. That's why I'm glad Babs Broccoli has seemed to bring Bond back to his roots with Craig. Just
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