The year is 1977. Movies are red hot. Hollywood has bestowed upon us poignant and riveting gems like Close Encounters of the Third Kind. There is the shrewd candor of Annie Hall. Of course, it’s hard to ignore the epitome of Lynchism in Eraserhead. What a majestic and magnificent movie year for the world of motion pictures. Spanning all genres and types, all hearts can be swept away in the glory of film canon.
Well, we could talk about those gems, but we won’t. You’re in my list. It’s not going to go down the way you think. As a rule of thumb get used to that.
5. The Spy Who Loved Me
To say that the Sean Connery Bond is my favorite Bond is redundant in the universe of Bond fans. Captain “This IS a Spanish accent.” is at his best being the mysteriously STD free spy who’s gun is more than just allegory. Connery notwithstanding, I have a soft spot for Roger Moore. Who in a Bond bouquet with Daniel Craig’s lilies, Pierce Brosnan’s orchids, Timothy Dalton’s baby breath, and Connery’s magnolias (just imagine him saying it), usually comes up pansies. Yet in this flick, he finally for one of those brief shining moments comes up roses.
We’ve got implausible gadgets, ridiculous premises, and a sea of unbangable for the likes of non-Bond Roger Moore. I will not delve into the sheer utter ridiculousness that is Jaws. I get it. The time period, the lack of cool villainy; it seemed like a good idea. Not to knock Richard Kiel at all. He almost makes foie gras out of Spam. You can’t do that any finer. I suppose this is where taste comes in because it is these reasons exactly that this movie is on my list. Every hero is only as great as his villain. So if you need to get your hero up the charts in no time flat, make the villain even less plausible and bam. Hollywood makes the best recipe for relational pie. It’s hard to notice that flashlight isn’t sunlight if you’re in an underground bomb shelter. Good on ya.
