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Diamonds Aren’t Forever: Roger Moore’s A View to a Kill

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VHS Revival attempts to revitalise a cruelly maligned addition to the Bond Canon

A View to a Kill gets something of a bad rap. Sure, there are plenty of things to decry in regards to Roger Moore’s seventh and final outing as the irrepressible James Bond, but there is also a lot going for the movie, and in my opinion a large percentage of those who panned it beyond salvation are invariably children of the 50s or 60s — people who can’t look past Sean Connery as the one and only 007. That’s understandable. We all have our favourite Bond, and more often than not the decision is tied to childhood memories and nostalgia. But times change, and as we would all one day discover, so would the actors who went on to play cinema’s best-loved super spy. As a universal concept, it doesn’t get much bigger than Bond, and with a few minor tweaks the character would transcend generations, tapping into the various fashions, cultural movements and sociopolitical issues along the way. Like any secret agent worth their salt, 007 was wired to adaptation.

Moore’s Bond had been criticised before, despite appearing in some of the better instalments, but by the time Roger creaked his way to his final appearance those critics finally felt justified in pushing him towards retirement, and very few of us could argue otherwise. Playing James Bond is the ultimate emblem of cool, one that guarantees actors the kind of lavish persona they are tasked with portraying, both onscreen and off, and regardless of how burnt-out those actors may become, it must be difficult to relinquish that status. Being Bond is an honour bestowed upon very few people, but time catches up with everyone, and after more than a decade of safari suits, ludicrous Star Wars rip-offs and ridiculous gorilla costumes (and his fair share of outstanding moments too), it was finally time for Moore to step down after years of “keeping his end up”.

Unsurprisingly, A View to a Kill was almost universally panned by critics, and you know that the majority had made up their minds long before seeing the film. This could have been Moore’s finest outing and it probably wouldn’t have made a difference; the stocks had been rolled out for the actor, the custard pies had been lined up. Some of those reviews were absolutely scathing and deeply self-satisfied. The Washington Post’s Paul Attanasio, who had lead with the headline ‘As Bond, Moore is Less’, would write, “Moore isn’t just long in the tooth — he’s got tusks, and what looks like an eye job has given him the pie-eyed blankness of a zombie.” Pauline Kael of The New Yorker was just as damning in her criticisms, explaining, “The James Bond series has had its bummers, but nothing before in the class of A View to a Kill. You go to a Bond picture expecting some style or, at least, some flash, some lift; you don’t expect the dumb police-car crashes you get here. You do see some ingenious daredevil feats, but they’re crowded together and, the way they’re set up, they don’t give you the irresponsible, giddy tingle you’re hoping for.” Even the great Sean Connery would chime in, declaring, “Bond should be played by an actor 35, 33 years old. I’m too old. Roger’s too old, too!”


It would be delusional of me to deny any of what they wrote. After all, Moore himself would later admit that A View to a Kill was his least favourite instalment in the series, and was just as scalding about his suitability for a role that was undoubtedly meant for an actor many years his junior, particularly after discovering that, at 57, he was older than female co-star Tanya Roberts’ mother, but once you get past the sight of a creaking Roger there’s so much more to enjoy about A View to a Kill, which in many ways is more attuned to action movies of the mid-1980s. Bond historian John Brosnan actually went on record as saying that A View to a Kill was Moore’s finest entry, and others were objective enough to see past the movie’s flaws and find the goodness beyond.

As American critic Dannis Peary would write, “Despite what reviewers automatically reported, [Moore] looks trimmer and more energetic than in some of the previous efforts … I wish Bond had a few more of his famous gadgets on hand, but his action scenes are exciting and some of the stunt work is spectacular. Walken’s the first Bond villain who is not so much an evil person as a crazed neurotic. I find him more memorable than some of the more recent Bond foes … [The film] lacks the flamboyance of earlier Bond films… but overall it’s fast-paced, fairly enjoyable, and a worthy entry in the series.”

Roger had been set to leave the series after The Spy Who Loved Me — his third and for many best outing as 007 — but the financial cherry that was Moonraker, that year’s most successful worldwide release, was too big of a payday to turn down. The actor would then be tempted back for John Glen’s debut For Your Eyes Only, the sober antithesis to Moonraker‘s gaudy spectacle. Whichever incarnation of Bond you prefer, in terms of staying loyal to Ian Fleming’s vision, Connery and eventual Moore successor Timothy Dalton can both be considered superior, but with For Your Eyes Only Moore showed that he could do serious too. But Bond is a series that inspires great loyalty in the actors who portray him, and having played Bond when he was still very much a novelty, Connery was always going to be a tough act to follow. After all, it was he who had helped establish the kind of franchise never before undertaken, and never to be seen again.


By the time Moore finally took the mantle the Bond formula was becoming just a little tired, as was Connery’s enthusiasm for the role, and the prospect of imitating a much loved and overexposed cultural icon would have been tantamount to career suicide for the actor formerly known as The Saint. Physically, Moore was cut from a silkier cloth. Slight and almost smarmy in demeanour, he would never be the hard-edged Bond of days gone by. For that reason the series took a more ironic approach, but this was also due to changing times. By the 1980s audiences had matured along with the action movie formula, and people would find it increasingly difficult to accept the grandiose caricatures that were once central to the Bond recipe, something that was tackled by Glen’s relatively muted entries.

Roger was Roger, an actor who had made Bond his own with his repertoire of eyebrow-raising quips, but by the time A View to a Kill came around the joke was wearing just a little thin, and if 1981‘s For Your Eyes Only was aware of the increasing age of its star actor, making a point to depict him as too old for the young and persistent Bibi Dahl, what chance did we have of accepting the same man canoodling with the avant-garde Grace Jones almost five years later? Roger was 58 when he finally drew the curtain on his Bond career, and 007’s salacious antics, in particualar, were becoming a little embarrassing, stooping closer to the lecherous granddad than the sophisticated stud. Equally embarrassing were the various battles and stunts we were expected to swallow, particularly A View to a Kill‘s camp pre-credits salvo, one that saw the ageing Moore (his stunt double anyway) snowboarding and surfing to a getaway to the ironic sounds of The Beach Boys. Rather than handling his age in a respectable way like For Your Eyes Only, the film went for the wholly self-aware approach, a defiant acknowledgement to the actor’s growing list of detractors. Utterly ludicrous, and purposefully so, but it’s still a fantastic set-piece to thrill audiences as we enter the gorgeous, neon-scorched credit sequence.

James Bond: Well my dear, I take it you spend quite a lot of time in the saddle.

Jenny Flex: Yes, I love an early morning ride

James Bond: Well, I’m an early riser myself.

As Bond plots go, A View to a Kill also features one of most subdued. When ranking the most extravagant schemes for world domination, the flooding of Silicone Valley for the purposes of controlling the microchip market is hardly the most striking of spectacles. Yes, Glen was moving away from that kind of Austin Powers kitsch, but the movie’s main villains deserved much more, both having the potential to be two of the very best in the series. We have the freakishly strong May Day (Grace Jones), a cultural enigma ready-made for the Bond formula, and Christopher Walken’s deliciously insane Max Zorin, the latter the product of a Nazi experiment which developed steroid-fuelled super-children who possess the kind of extraordinary intelligence that can only lead to world domination — or regional domination in this case. In spite of what he had to work with, Walken bounces around with a mad effervescence and flip sense of entitlement that gets the best out of Moore’s Bond (his aloof reaction after uploading 007’s real identity is just priceless), and despite the usual repertoire of cheap double entendre and sexual innuendo, Moore can be untypically serious this time around, particularly when his faux-servant and CIA cohort Sir Godfrey (Patrick Macnee) is ruthlessly murdered.


Bond’s love interest is the positively smouldering Stacey Sutton (Tanya Roberts), the granddaughter of an oil tycoon locked in a lawsuit with Zorin. Sutton may not be the greatest actress, her character may come across as somewhat helpless and weak-willed, but she is dazzling enough to fit the bill, maintaining a conservatism that keeps Moore’s ageing sexuality firmly in the shadows. The movie also lacks a little glamour, failing to match some of the lavish locations and heady set-pieces of previous instalments, though it does have its moments. A scene in which Bond and Stacey escape a burning city hall and set off on a fire engine led high-speed chase through San Francisco, one that features a typically ignorant police captain and a closed bridge pile-up, proves a lot of fun, despite its obvious attempts to cover up our leading man’s dwindling mobility. John Barry’s superlative score also lends Roberts, and the film in general, a sweeping elegance, particularity an orchestral variation of the movie’s title track entitled Bond Meets Stacey (A View to a Kill), a sumptuous and befitting introduction to the character and a reminder of just how important Barry was to Bond’s glamorous reputation.

Perhaps even more notable is A View to a Kill‘s left-field title theme. Performed by 80s pop mainstays Duran Duran and written by Barry, the track was produced by onetime Chic bassist Bernard Edwards. Known for his ‘chucking’ bass technique, ‘Bernie’ would become a real-life mentor to Duran Duran bass player John Taylor, the two of them ultimately forming pop super group Power Station, who are perhaps most famous for Commando‘s end credits funk-rock power surge ‘We Fight For Love’, and Chic’s production style is more than evident in one of the freshest Bond themes ever produced. A heady mix of synthetic urgency and funky mainstream pop, ‘A View to a Kill’ offered the franchise something entirely new, embracing the MTV new wave and a then pioneering sense of chic that was further punctuated by the inclusion of Jones to the film’s marquee. Like all of the greatest Bond themes, ‘A View to a Kill’ is successful both as an accompaniment and as a standalone track. If Roger was looking just a little dated here, the theme did everything possible to make affairs chic and cutting edge.

James Bond: My department knows that I’m here. When I don’t respond, they’ll retaliate.

Max Zorin: If you’re the best they’ve got, they’re more likely to try and cover up your embarrassing incompetence.

James Bond: Don’t count on it, Zorin.

Max Zorin: [laughs] Ha ha, you amuse me, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: It’s not mutual.

If we were judging A View to a Kill on its first two acts, I genuinely believe we would be talking about one of the better instalments in the series. Not only do we get May Day parachuting from the Eiffel Tower after fleeing the scene of a butterfly-orientated assassination, we have Bond pursuing her in the front half of a taxi, before crash-landing a boat-based wedding and fleeing the wrath of some machete-wielding French caterers. Bond’s stay at Zorin’s country mansion is also a lot of fun, featuring an unlikely, late-night rendezvous with Moore and Jones and a heavily rigged steeplechase of ferocious whipping and sly booby traps. Even the chase with the fire engine has all of the action/comedy balance of classic Moore, even if it does emit shades of Cannonball Run silliness, a film the actor would star in the same year he headlined For Your Eyes Only, playing a blatant parody of the 007 character in a move that only heightened his growing reputation as a camp has-been.

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For many, it’s that pesky final act that damns A View to a Kill to the realms of mediocrity. Bond is all about the final act — the elaborate spectacle to cap it all off — but the movie just seems to fizzle out without any real enthusiasm for the plot or its characters, with mundane sets, pseudo-spectacles and a climax that hardly signals the end of the world. As much as I adore A View to a Kill, not even nostalgia can prevent my attention from waning as Bond and Stacey infiltrate a mine and lay waste to Zorin’s explosive wet dream (Ms. Sutton in a pair of high heels no less). It’s all so low-key and mundane, a huge drop in excitement from the movie’s superb second act. When Jones uses her strength to remove the bomb from harm’s way, it seems like something of an anticlimax, like a time bomb diffused with with hours remaining. Having Mayday turn and side with Bond also seemed like a hasty and ill-judged development for character who had shown herself to be nothing more than pure evil, though killing a woman may have proven a step too far for a character of Bond’s moral integrity.

The movie’s final battle is also something of a letdown. It’s understandable that Glen chose a relatively action-free scuffle on the Golden Gate bridge. For one thing it again disguises Moore’s dwindling mobility, making the scene much easier for us to swallow. Zorin’s death is also a little muted. It’s a spectacular setting, but this traitor deserved the meanest, most elaborate death in the series, and instead we watch him plummet into the bay with little more than a whimper (albeit it a wonderfully deranged one). Barry’s score does a fine job of raising the spectacle, and the sight of German geneticist and Zorin ‘father’ Dr. Carl Mortner flapping after a bundle of dynamite is a deeply satisfying one, but it all seems just a little conservative.

Did Glen have any other choice when framing his near 60-year-old star? It’s not like he could have hung him from the back of a cargo plane as he would Dalton two years later. I mean, he could have, but would we really have accepted it? In many ways, A View to a Kill was Roger throwing in the towel, a fact punctuated quite literally during the actor’s final scene; the last time we would ever witness Moore uncomfortably kissing a beauty less than half his age. There is also closure in the form of the similarly departing Lois Maxwell, her teary-eyed final appearance as Miss Moneypenny proving rather poignant all things considered. Some may feel that none of this was necessary, that Moore should have retired quietly and gracefully, but if you are one of those who condemned A View to A Kill to the scrapheap and have since refused to revisit the film, go back and give it a second chance. Moore may have been well past suitability for the role of a deadly philanderer, but the movie is much better than most give it credit for.

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Director: John Glen
Screenplay: Richard Maibaum &
Michael G. Wilson
Music: John Barry
Cinematography: Alan Hume
Editing: Peter Davies


  1. I have always been partial to this Bond film because I love Chris Walken’s acting. Of course, Duran Duran was like one of my fav groups back in the day. Grace Jones was always different . Yes, Moore was renowned for not liking stunts & it was implausible at his age that he would be getting the younger women & doing athletic activity as you so aptly pointed out. Great review! Not the best Bond but fun.


    1. Hi, Susan.

      I recently revisited A View to a Kill – my Bond movie as a kid – and it is safe to say that old Roger is looking rather creaky. The fact that he is still alive and well today is something of a miracle – unless the wealthy elite have some kind of life-prolonging treatment that we unfortunates are unaware of, which really wouldn’t surprise me – but I digress.

      Asides from that, I’m with you. I love everything about this Bond movie, Walken and Duran Duran being just two winning factors. The climax is pretty monotonous, and there is probably some childhood bias involved on my part, but for me, this is what a Bond film is all about. I like my Bond campy and my double entendres terrible. If I want depth of characterisation within an action formula I can always revisit the Bourne movies. And that, as they say, is that.

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  2. I’ve always preferred Moore over Connery. Moore’s Bond was suave and debonair. Connery in real life, and as Bond, was a sexist pig.


  3. Hi, Louis.

    Thanks for reading.

    I can’t attest to Connery’s real-life persona, but Moore was and is my favourite Bond. Perhaps there is a little bias due to the fact that he was Bond when I was growing up, but for me the series works best as a formula that is taken with a pinch of salt. I have no time for the modern incarnation of 007. That serious spy stuff has been done before, and more effectively. For that kind of cinematic experience, I would rather watch the original Bourne trilogy.


  4. I truly wanted to like this one, given how much Walken was born to play a Bond villain. I’ll admit that Sir Roger isn’t my favorite Bond, but he had truly great moments and two of the best entries in the series. This one calls out for a younger actor. I would have loved to see Dalton in it.

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    1. I agree. I love Dalton as Bond and AVTAK was made for him. I think he also would have fit the bill in FYEO, though Moore gave us a darker side in that movie and gave arguably his best performance as 007. That movie was certainty a welcome antidote to Star Wars cash-in Moonraker.


  5. This one is my favourite of the later Moore Bonds. Ok of course he looks well past at this time but his scenes with Patrick Macnee are a joy to watch. Walken gives us a great unhinged baddie and Mayday was an underrated henchwoman. The theme and soundtrack are very good and give the film a great shot in the arm. I like both the pre credit sequence and the ending for me is one of the most iconic in any Bond film. I always enjoyed Moore’s tongue in cheek humour in these films as it made it different from the other Bond leads. The Living Daylights was the right sort of film for Timothy Dalton and was my favourite of his films as License to Kill went a little too away from a Bond film for me but get why they took that route for its time.


    1. Hi, Andrew.

      A View to a Kill was my first Bond and as a result my favourite. Moore is also my favourite Bond, followed closely by Dalton. If I was to pick Moore’s best I’d probably say For Your Eyes Only. Moore showed us he could be hard-edged in a fantastic instalment with some excellent stunts and chase sequences. I’ve covered the majority of Moore’s Bonds for the site and look forward to covering the final two. I love them all in some way, and for me A View to a Kill is a very special movie.


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