New From Me: PARTY GIRL and THE SPY WHO LOVED ME
He-he-HELLO! , and welcome back! It struck me that I've been remiss in letting you know about two new pieces of film writing by me that went up at different sites in the last week. I'd never want all 19 followers of this blog (is it still 19 on the Blogger count list? I haven't checked in ages) to be bereft of good reading, so allow me to rectify that now. Over at RogerEbert.com , I wrote about The Spy Who Loved Me , the best of the Roger Moore Bond films, which celebrated the 40th anniversary of its U.S. release last week. That we're roughly the same distance from this dizzy, effervescent delight as it was from, say, Hitchcock's Young and Innocent is rather surreal-- the Bond films so often feel of-the-moment to me, regardless of how old they are--but the anniversary allowed me to go logorrheic on one of my favorite fantasy adventures, and why Moore's brand of tongue-in-cheek elegance feels so essential to this moment, cinematic and otherwise. Party
