Easily the worst James Bond film Sean Connery ever made, a sad travesty on his other excellent work; he basically phoned it in, was in the worst shape of his acting (and life) career, really, really sad. Just a film about making money, nothing more.

The special feature includes a 41-minute documentary about Albert Romolo ("Cubby") Broccoli, who was the man behind 007 James Bond. He was born on 5 April 1909 and died on 27 June 1996. He was an American film producer who made more than 40 motion pictures throughout his career. Most of the films were made in the United Kingdom and they were often filmed at Pinewood Studios. Co-founder of Danjaq, LLC and Eon Productions, Broccoli was most notable as the producer of the James Bond films. He and Harry Saltzman saw the films evolve from relatively low-budget origins to large-budget, high-grossing extravaganzas, and Broccoli's heirs continue to produce new Bond films. This documentary is quite interesting and fascinating.

Encore

Oh. My. God. This. Is. Awful! The best acting in this film is done by Sean Connery, Charles Gray (as Blofeld), and Jill St. John's boobs. Honestly, the direction is so appalling that everyone is permitted (or, possibly, encouraged) to fumble about and deliver lines in a way that would embarrass the most inexperienced player. A true moment never appears in the entire film, and this allows that this is a Bond film. The dialogue is the worst I've heard in any film (sample: "We have to get rid of this body! And *fast*!"), and the character of Tiffany Case achieves something I has previously considered impossible: she begins as a character with depth, mystery, and the dimension of control, and ends the picture as flat, uninteresting, and as perfect an example of 'a dizzy dame' as can be imagined. I've been told that the least best Bond film is either "The Man with the Golden Gun" or "Octopussy". This film wasn't even mentioned in passing. If this is any indication of what's in store with those two films, then perhaps I should prepare a bucket in anticipation.

If you like watching comic strip action films this one is for you, otherwise if you like the Felming feel to the earlier films, avoid this one at all costs. It is hard to believe Connery let himself get so out of shape after making Thundeball six years earlier. Probably ate too much haggis and drank too much Scottish ale!

A rather good Bond film with a terrific theme song; a bold choice of villains and an aging, yet still debonair, Sean Connery.