Please pardon my previous shorthand. To me the film is an “anxious Bond.” Feminism, gay rights and what was referred to at the time as the military-industrial complex were emerging concepts/movements that were challenging the hegemony/ies that reigned at the time–they were threats in this way. Connery Bond #1 was emblematic of the old school/men-in-charge ideology of the post World War II world (in the novels Fleming charts from a British perspective the decay of this world, and I think DAF is the Bond films where this concern of Fleming’s is most/best articulated).
Bond’s adversaries in Mr. WInt and Mr. Kidd and Bambi and Thumper are coming at him from emerging worlds. I part company with Vito Russo and do not see Kidd and Wint as negative gay stereotypes, but as gay assassins trying to do their job. In the final confrontation, I love the moment when Kidd jumps overboard and there is a shot of WInt being distracted from his strangling of Bond as he witnesses his partner’s fate. This momentary lapse allows Bond to get the upper hand in the fight and dispose of Wint as well. But it is so remarkable that the filmmakers would even include such a shot–when else have henchman been shown to express emotion over the loss of one of their own?
As for the Bambi/Thumper confrontation, it always strikes me that Bond wins because…well, he has to so the movie can continue. There is a delicious sense that this fight will continue in other arenas.
Additionally, DAF has what I would term a poetics of anxiety–the film catches the mood of anxious change in early 70’s America: a) Bloefeld cross-dresses for no reason; b) Tiffany and Plenty are working-class girls and not exotic femmes; c) Tiffany wears pants-a first for a Bond girl; d) the CIA is shown to be actively working inside the borders of the USA (which it is forbidden to do); e) Willard Whyte seems to be able to call NASA operations without any problem; Whyte (industrialist) and Leiter (CIA) in the helicopter “overseeing” the raid on the oil rig in American waters; f) the faking of the moon landing; g) how conveniently and adroitly an industrialist’s empire can serve as cover for a criminal enterprise.
Add to the above the themes of masquerade and multiple identities–and you have a Bond movie that looks and acts like a Bond movie, but not quite. And that sense of “not quite-ness”–what I would refer to as a “queering of the text” (to use some jargon I picked up somewhere)–gives the film an anxious poetry–not poetry in a lyrical sense as in say a Terrence Malick film, but still a pervading aura that bonds (yes–pun) the scenes together even when the narrative fails to cohere.