Year Released: 1989
Movie Rating: * (stars of four)
Movie notes-
After one of the series's best films (The Living Daylights), Producer Albert Broccoli and the screen writers proceeded to make the worst Bond film in its 27 year history. Licence to Kill is that film. It's not very sporting, but Licence to Kill isn't like any other 007 adventure. It takes the audience off the usual rollercoaster ride and plops them next to a signpost marked "straightforward and serious thriller". It's like an episode of Miami Vice with Hamlet playing the lead.
There is no real plot to this film other than what you might see in a Schwartznegger or a Stallone action film. The one thing that Bond fans used to be able to count on is a unique storyline and a unique performance. None of this is present in Licence to Kill. There is no plot in this one. The only driving force in this movie is revenge. And I do not like this one bit.
Licence to Kill sports many of the series's worsts:
Worst Plot. I already said that this Bond film has none. So there's no need to elaborate here.
Worst Enemy. Since when does James Bond take part in capturing American drug dealers? Isn't this the job of the Drug Enforcement Administration? James bond has no business here and M tires to let him know that. The he quits Her Majesty's Government, which is another all-time low for the series.
Worst Bond Girls. Bouvier and Lamora are absolutley atrocious. With Bouvier being the worst. I do not like the fact that she is constantly competing with 007 and her ignorant personality is reason enough for me to hate her. Her looks alone are not worthy for a Bond film, either.
Worst Music. Michael Kamen has completely butchered the Bond theme in this film and the score is simply hidious. John Barry has room to ask for a bundle of money to return to the series after Kamen's musical fiasco.
Worst MI6. Well, not the entire MI6; most notably M and Moneypenny. Moneypenny does not at all resemble the Moneypenny character that has been a part of the Bond tradition for over 25 years. M is far too up tight and bitchy. Nobody will compare to the role as played by Bernard Lee.
There's not a lot to rave about in this film. The locations stink, the women stink, the story stinks, the Bond character stinks, the music stinks, and the enemies stink. I hope MGM does us the dubious honor of completely forgetting about this failure.
Overall Rating: F