Throughout the 1960s, the James Bond series raised the bar for filmmaking and set several trends. Throughout the 1970s, the series followed trends rather than set them.
Live and Let Die basked in blaxploitation. The Man with the Golden Gun clung to the Kung Fu craze. Moonraker wanted a slice of the sci-fi pie.
The pre-titles sequence (PTS) is textbook Bond. While 007 free-falling out of an aeroplane is breathtaking, any excitement is left void. The film takes only minutes to descend into buffoonery. Jaws flaps around in the sky, accompanied by circus music, and lands in a tent for clowns.
By the end of the PTS, we're already asking: "Did we really need Jaws back?" This is the frightening killer who slammed Fekkish against a stone pillar in The Spy Who Loved Me and murdered him in cold blood.
This is the man who had no qualms about killing women. The idea of Jaws becoming a lovable clown who falls in love with a pig-tailed blonde and turning good to help Bond is preposterous.
One can only wince at Roger, while ever the professional, delivering the line:
"Jaws, we can't disengage — the release system is jammed. Can you help us?"
And no, Dolly never had braces on her teeth.
There isn't a single Bond film that doesn't make the audience laugh at some point, even the dark revenge tale Licence to Kill.
Moonraker's predecessor, The Spy Who Loved Me, got the balance of humour, fantasy and seriousness spot on. Moonraker over-indulges.
Pre-Venice, we see one of the grimmest scenes in the series: Corinne Dufour mauled to death by Drax's Beauceron dogs. In a bizarre tonal shift, we cut to double-taking pigeons, confuddled dogs, comic henchmen and onlookers' obligatory reactions as Bond causes havoc. This time, 007's in an inflatable gondola.
There is one more out-of-place dark moment: Drax's girls stare in morbid fascination as Bond wrestles with the villain's pet python. The film then returns to Clown Town.
Roger stalks Venice in what can only be described as one of Bond's worst outfits. Roger had a few of them. A black zip-up shirt with humungous collars and black high-waisted flared trousers pulled up to his moobs.
The safari suit and slip-on beige shoes in the Amazon rainforest are also unfortunate. Believe it or not, it would take the onset of the 1980s for Roger to be seen in more respectable clobber.
Writer Christopher Wood provides Hugo Drax with some beautiful lines that Michael Lonsdale delivers wonderfully. Yet the script lacks the punch of stalwart Bond writers Richard Maibaum and Johanna Harwood.
Drax's villainous plan was to destroy the human race and create a world in space. Wait — wasn't that precisely what Karl Stromberg wanted to do in Bond's previous mission, but beneath the sea?
While Drax claims Bond defies his attempts to plan an amusing death for him, the countless comical attempts on Bond's life become tiresome.
You'd have thought that after the umpteenth failed attempt at an elaborate end for 007, Drax would've learnt his lesson and shot him.
As you'd expect with Lewis Gilbert, Moonraker is an epic spectacle with incredible cinematography. The Hackney-born director certainly knew how to shoot a scene.
Lois Chiles's performance as Holly Goodhead holds water, and she's believable as a space-trained CIA agent. French aikido instructor Toshirô Suga makes for a formidable henchman in his brief stint as a film star. John Barry's beautiful score is suitably atmospheric and on par with John Williams's Star Wars masterpiece.
Then comes Drax's city in space and the laser shootout between his men and the United States Space Force.
If the wide lapels, flares, huge collars and Carry On comedy aren't enough to remind you that this is the late 70s, along comes Shirley with her fourth Bond song. The film closes with a discoed-up version of the beautiful title track with lyrical poetry by Hal David.
This entry to the Bond canon sets out to be nothing but an unpretentious, enjoyable romp that would showcase the diversity of the series.
"This is science fact, not science fiction"
— claimed Cubby Broccoli.
I think it's fair to say dear old Cubby was talking out of his arse on this occasion.
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