
A View to a Kill, Roger Moore's last Bond film, is another flawed but somewhat entertaining entry into the series. So many of Moore's movies were that way. He proved that with the right script he could play Bond convincingly; as in The Spy Who Loved Me and For Your Eyes Only. It's just too bad that during most of his tenure as 007 the producers seem more concerned with the locations and the stunts than they did with the actor inside the tuxedo.
For his final fling as the suave secret agent, Roger Moore's Bond is sent to Paris to investigate Max Zorin. He is the manufacturer of a special micro-chip that is impervious to electro-magnetic pulses and an exact duplicate of that chip has shown up in Soviet hands. Bond has to find out if Zorin is also selling the chips to the communists. What he discovers is that Zorin intends to corner the world market on computer chips by destroying Silicon Valley completely. This, naturally, is something Bond will not let happen.
Moore started looking to old for the part back 1979's Moonraker, and so here in 1985 he looks way, way too old for the part and expecting the audience to believe that it is him doing the stunt scenes, stretches incredulity to its breaking point. To Moore's credit though he still has the unflappable charm he's always had and he really shines in some scenes, especially those he shares with Patrick Macnee's character.
One thing this movie suffers from is a weak Bond girl. Tanya Roberts as geologist Stacy Sutton is as worthless as her name is ordinary. This is a woman that lets a blimp sneak up and surprise her (yes, an actual giant, gas-filled, flying blimp). She has zero chemistry with 007. Except for the scene at the end when they're in the shower together, you might mistake them for a kindly old uncle and his niece. She has to rank right up there near the top of the list of worst Bond girls.
Walken as Zorin is an interesting choice and one that should have been better. He's supposed to be totally psychopathic, but apart from when he starts machine gunning down his own men he never really lets go into total madness. Of course Zorin's true downfall in the movie is employing a female bodyguard and then letting her sleep with Bond. 007's magic penis rarely lets him down. It almost always has the effect of bringing the woman around to his way of thinking.
While often Moore's Bonds are filled with slapstick, this one only has two groan inducing scenes; the trimming of which would have reduced the running time and improved the script. The first is the totally silly pre-credit snow boarding scene that comes complete with the Beach Boys' "California Girls" song. The second is the car chase with Bond on a fire engine. And I suppose if I were editing the movie I would have removed the bit where May Day picks the guy up over her head, but that would just be nitpicking.
Reportedly Moore was ready to leave the part of Bond after For Your Eyes Only, but the producers convinced him to stay for two more movies. He also said in an interview that he felt he was about 400 years too old to play Bond when he starred in this movie. It is true that he was too old for the part, but it's also true that he still manages to bring his trademark style to the part one last time. This isn't the best Bond movie, but like all of the Bonds, it does provide two hours of fairly solid escapism.


















