OCTOPUSSY
Before:
So, 1983, I am totally a Bond fan, and the idea of getting a new Moore Bond and (in Germany only in 1984) another Connery Bond is just the luxury the 80´s offered in spades.
I remember watching “Octopussy” for the first time in my favorite big theatre in my hometown, and I enjoyed it, but… also I was a bit disappointed. What lingered in my mind was that finale at Khan’s Palace. Okay, not frogmen killing each other under water or Ninjas fighting in a Volcano or tanker and space station fights but… Amazons doing circus-trained ballet fights with easily disposable, by-chest-distracted henchmen.
Still, as I said, I enjoyed it. But as I got older and read about the unfortunate campy silliness of “Octopussy” I rarely attempted re-entry. Then, again being even older, I re-watched all Bond films in chronological order in honor of the that year to be released SPECTRE - and I was surprised how entertained I was by OP. What an amusing and great adventure (the India section) and a tight thriller (the Germany section), all rolled in one. So the film climbed up again on my ranking. But I must confess I did not re-watch it afterwards. The old “I really like it -but I don’t really like it that much”-feeling.
After:
No, I really do like it after all. More than I remembered. But like so many Bond films post MR this one also is a mixed bag. Not referring to its quality but to its tone. The PTS is: Bond has a new flying gadget. Then comes the outright scary and slightly surreal sequence with the clown fleeing from the knife-killers, finally crashing into that villa with the Fabergé egg rolling out of his hand. Then the solid London based Fleming-feeling of the auction. And then India, with all the self-aware campy jokes (although the “It´s all in your wrist” and “It´s not really all in your wrist”-backgammon scene is wonderful and, for me, typical Bond). Then it switches back to the spy action, gritty and truly tense, with Orloff´s plan (only Berkoff going over the top with a Dalek-like voice) a wonderfully frightening and these days all too believable threat (again). Afterwards we’re back to the campy India for the finale - and the thrilling pre-Cruise plane stunt capping it off in a way that becomes a nice echo of the PTS.
The question is: does OP lack the courage of its convictions, not staying firmly in the Cold War tension but cushioning it with all the comedy tropes (animals watching vehicles, people looking at their wine bottles, stereotypes being used for jokes which travel well and are therefore universally understood, inside jokes which do not travel as well but have the British audience chuckle)?
Or is that mixing of the Bond bag, as it is done in so many following adventures, not a bug but a feature?
If you judge it with the current mindset you might be convinced that EON just was too fearful and that all those jokes ruin the movie.
But if you judge it with the mindset in which it was conceived and actually viewed back then, you will have to conclude that this mix was a very clever idea and absolutely crowd-pleasing. Give the people what they want. And they wanted this in 1983. Also, most of the jokes really are very funny (“No, Madam, I am with the Economy Tour.”)
I was on the fence during this rewatch-session. At first, until the first chase sequence in India I thought: Wow, I really like this better than FYEO which had the humor toned down so much.
I do think that Moore looks younger than in the earlier film (better lighting? better make-up? feeling better?). And the threat of Orloff´s plan is a terrific narrative drive, with concrete tangible consequences, therefore stronger than the abstract ATAC quest of the predecessor.
But in the end FYEO remained a few nudges before OP for me, due to the maybe for me too jarring mix of tone.
However, I really like OP. And maybe even so much that I will rewatch it much more often than before.
One last gripe: Despite Glen choosing impressive visuals, supervising the editing perfectly in order to create a wonderful sense of place and orientation, even during the tight action sequences, there is one major flaw in Glen´s direction. Maybe it is based in Wilson´s writing because this flaw re-appears in every film they both are involved in (nobody dared to criticize the son-in-law´s scripts, of course). But the tendency to resolve conflict between Bond and the leading lady is always terribly weak. Bond just kisses the lady (in this case the a few moments ago tough Octopussy) and very soon she just sighs “Oh, James”. There is even a precursor to LTK´s Pam rushing off and stifling a tear.
Then again, maybe this is also a sign of the times these Glen films were made in.
In any event, all I wanted was a sweet distraction for an hour or two. And I got it. Very sweet.