Live and Let Die
Directed by Guy HamiltonSeveral British agents have been murdered and James Bond is sent to New Orleans and then deep into the bayou to investigate these mysterious deaths. He becomes aware of Mr. Big, who is self-producing heroin. Along his journeys he meets Tee Hee who has a claw for a hand, Baron Samedi the voodoo master, and tarot-card reader Solitaire.
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Live and Let Die Ratings & Reviews
- cyberbillpApril 14, 2025Roger Moore's debut as Bond. ALL the cars are 1973 Chevy Impala's (and a couple Bisquane's which is the same thing). It's distracting to see all the taxi's, all the police and sheriff cars, and all the private cars are all the same same make and model. Lame. The Glastron boat race is the highlight of the film, lots of fun. Jane Seymore is adorable as the fortune telling slave and Koto (from Alien) is wickedly evil. It's a good cast and a fair plot, though Bond films would get better. This isn't the best or worst Bond film.
- Mister ArnMay 22, 2025Same Bond formula with more tongue-in-cheek.
- 匚卂尺ㄥJanuary 28, 2025/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿⌖ Paul McCartney wrote a catchy pop tune for this jaunty romp by James Bond and the usual suspects, though this Bond is a bit different in that it involves a somewhat more realistic scenario of events. No cold war threat precipitated by some genetically aberrant, dysfunctional, one eyed, rubber gloved megalomaniac (with or without a cat) in this Bond flick. Nope; this time around, it's a megalomaniacal drug lord who wants to rule the world, Kananga, played with homicidal bravado by Yaphet Kotto. Hey, folks, whatever happened to Yaphet Kotto? He's been on television a lot, but why hasn't he made more movies? So, here we have a relatively fresh Roger Moore, looking fairly youthful, suave, debonair, and physically able enough to play Bond. The action starts off with three plausible murders of British Agents in different locales around the globe. It's actually believable; well, except for the snake dance in the Caribbean where one of the agents is done in. But, for the most part, it's not overblown. I love the funeral procession in New Orleans where the band breaks out in a Dixie Land style number after one of the agents is murdered, and the agent is surreptitiously ensconsed in a coffin with a false bottom and carried away. The cast of characters provides much humor and even a scare or two. Julius Harris as Tee Hee is especially enjoyable with his nasty disposition and even nastier hook arm. Ouch! Yaphet Kotto is always good; hence my lament above. "Across 110th Street" where are you? Yeah, those were the days. But, I digress. This is a Bond movie and it's fun and frivolous like a Bond movie should be. After all, we're not talking about Graham Greene or Robert Ludlum, or even Tom Clancy for that matter. Bond movies should be fun and exciting, shouldn't they? And this is one of the funnest. The special effects were still done manually for the most part in those days. I love the scene where Bond hops, skips, and jumps atop the bodies of several hungry alligators and crocodiles (when are alligators and crocodiles ever not hungry?) in his successful attempt to evade their snapping jaws. Mmmmm, mmm, good, tasty British Agent for dinner; Yummy! I think a stunt man may actually have lost a foot or part of one performing that stunt; at least that was the rumor going around at the time. Ah, yes, the excitement of real stunts performed by real people. I also like the ending where Bond rams that super powerful aerosol device into the mouth of Kananga and he expands like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon until he pops. I wonder how Monsieur Kotto feels when he thinks back upon that scene. And I like the second ending during the epilogue, after all the derring do is supposedly finished and it's time for Bond to have a little R&R with his girlfriend, where he encounters Tee Hee on the train and, after a struggle, incapacitates him by clipping the wires of his mechanical arm, and then thrusting him out of the train window. Without belaboring the point, this is a Bond movie and pretty much follows the Bond movie formula: Once again Bond is summoned from his bed and love interest du jour to save the world from the exploits of evil men; Bond fights evil men; Bond meets various women and seduces them; Bond meets Main Squeeze and seduces her; Bond defeats evil men; Bond and Main Sqeeze bed down for the end of the film. So it goes. Hey, I like this movie. Unless you have lived in a cave for the past thirty years, I'm sure you've seen this flick at least once. And, unless you have no sense of humor you can't help but like this film. The high speed boat chase around the bayous of Louisiana is a vintage chase scene a la the best film chase scenes, and on the water no less. Sheriff J.W. Pepper, The redneck sheriff, played to the hilt by Clifton James, milks the scene with tobacco spitting, scenery chewing bravado. It's a great time. And, of course, Bond wins as always. This was a time when critics and audiences welcomed some levity and ridiculousness in the Bond series; and before the ridiculousness became banal, expected, and tiresome. And the levity was a welcome change after all the ultra-seriousness of the Connery Bond films, at least by yours truly. Also, Sir George Martin of Beatles fame wrote the score for this one. It's one of the few scores not written by John Barry (at least at the time) and it's quite good. This film is notable for the pop hit tune, "Live and Let Die," by Paul McCartney, which still has a catchy ring and staying power today. The title captures the Bond aura perfectly and delineates the James Bond, "007, License to Kill" persona supremely. Everybody is young in this movie. Of course they're young; this flick was made over thirty years ago. I especially like to watch films that I initially saw when I was much younger mainly to marvel at the youthfulness of the actors and actresses; and to see who may or may not have had plastic surgery since. Yeah, well, I'm getting old just like everybody else. Come to think of it, someone should get either Roger Moore or Sean Connery to reprise the role and cast no one under the age of 70. That would be a hoot. The resulting film might be titled: "007: Golden Ager." In conclusion, this movie is a "purely escapist, nonsensical, turn your brain off for a couple of hours" diversion. It's probably the only film in the series where some guy refers to James Bond as Jim when Bond is hijacked in a taxi cab by one of the evil drug thugs. I also like the mysterious bald guy, Geoffrey Holder of "7-Up, Uncola" fame, as Baron Samedi, or, for those of you who took high school french, "Baron Saturday." He dances around with snakes and enigmatically appears and disappears throughout the film and winds up sitting on the front of the train locomotive at the end of the film, wearing that exquisite top hat, and laughing his wonderfully sonorous, reverberating laugh. There's magic, which hints at Voodoo, and some clever dialogue throughout the film and, as usual, Bond gets the girl, a young, very pretty Jane Seymour this time around, starring in her first film as the mystic virgin fortune teller, Solitaire, who loses her powers after 007 seduces her. Lucky girl. There's always a silver lining, right? As for the new issue and the digital remastering of the film and all the extra junk that is included on the Blu-ray, I don't really care about that stuff as long as the movie is sharp, clear, and crisp, which it is. Otherwise, it's simply a marketing ploy to get more dollars for the same old product. So, there. I think I've said enough; too much, probably.
- Saber Zainal6d agoNice first Roger role
