Roger Moore had dragged the Bond franchise well into `pleasingly silly’ by this time which is good in a sense but on a rather more sour note was also probably to blame for the lunge into `darker’ territory and the shift in quality took place under Sylvester McCoy, sorry, Timothy Dalton later on. Daft as a brush this may all be but there’s no denying that it’s well made nonsense at least and features a plethora of good stuff, from Louis Jourdan as one of the baddies (oh yes, there’s more than one here!) and Bonkers Steven Berkoff as the other. In the background there’s even General Gogol – always a favourite of ours – and Bruce Boa as the suitably sappy American General at the end. Faberge eggs, auction rooms, casinos, athletic popsies in red skin-tight outfits, menacing clowns, comedy Soviets that all look like Spitting Image puppet Russians, it’s all here. Not the best but it’s a long, long way off being the worst.