The other evening I was subjected to A View to a Kill for the first time in several years and it has left me in contemplative mood, and not just whether this was a good use of time as the clock ticks me rapidly towards the grave.
It’s this: other than the dummy that is ejected from a model blimp, and the bloke with the porn 'tache who Zorin subsequently guns down (not a euphemism), do all the other chaps who invest rather a lot in Project Massive Killing get away with it - or, at least, not brought to account?
Doubtless the film’s advocates would point to this being an excoriating and highly satirical commentary about untouchable corporate evil rather than the shoddy it’ll do filmmaking we were put through in the 1980s Bonds, but it did set the mind running as to others who are naughty but who live to tell the tale.
I suppose Bambi and Thumper are arrested and end up in a ladies’ gaol (not a hardship, one suspects) and Miss Taro probably survives. So does Nick Nack, I s’pose. Yet does anyone get away with things more than those (cough not a Goldfinger rip-off cough) corporate 'oodlums in A Queue for a Pill?
For example, in Moonraker, lovely avuncular Roger Moore sets in train events that kill an entire race of perfect people aboard a space station and thereby commits a genocide he was notionally trying to otherwise prevent. The irony.