The Spy Who Loved Me

Sure, there are better films in the Festival of the Archives (including Lawrence of Arabia, All About Eve, and Alien), but how many have a Lotus Esprit sports car/submarine, an awesome theme song by Carly Simon, a giant, metal-toothed villain named Jaws, a supertanker that swallows other vessels, the greatest skiing stunt ever filmed, and the Pyramids? All that and more is featured in Roger Moore's third and best James Bond movie (of seven): The Spy Who Loved Me, in which he and sexy Russian agent Barbara Bach search for two stolen nuclear subs. Don't get me wrong: Daniel Craig and Skyfall are far, far better, but this 1977 romp is good cheesy fun in all the right ways. Moore was then 50 and increasingly reliant on stunt men to do, well, everything besides sip martinis and leer at the ladies. His smug puns and double entendres are both insufferable and hilarious, delivered better than Austin Powers ever could. (At a desert oasis, staring into the cleavage of a harem beauty, he purrs, "When one is in Egypt, one should delve deeply into its treasures." Oh, James!) The globetrotting franchise also visits the Alps and Sardinia, where Bond encounters his nemesis, a kind of evil Howard Hughes/Jacques Cousteau figure who pushes clunky buttons on what looks to be a TRS-80 computer. One of Bond's own gadgets is a Seiko digital watch that prints ticker-tape messages. The epaulets on his wide-lapeled polyester sport jacket are also emblems of their time; and John Barry's famous musical theme even gets a disco update. Sacrilege maybe, but you can dance to it. (Matinee price $5-$7. 11 a.m.) BRIAN MILLER

Dec. 7-9, 2012

 
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