12 Things You Learn Rewatching Live And Let Die

Rapey Bond and blatant racism. Oh my!

Live And Let Die Roger Moore Jane Seymour
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Our weekly James Bond rewatch series continues with the eighth entry into the franchise, 1973's Live and Let Die. The third of four Bond films directed by Guy Hamilton (Goldfinger, Diamonds Are Forever), it's of course best remembered for introducing audiences to Roger Moore in the 007 role, who remains one of the best-loved - if almost most divisive - Bonds to date.

Though it boasts one hell of a title song from Paul McCartney and Wings, Live and Let Die is a sloppy mixed bag for the most part, if certainly not as insufferable as the previous outing, Diamonds Are Forever.

It's unquestionably one of the most singularly offbeat, left-field Bond flicks, and to that end incredibly uneven despite its intriguing uniqueness. Most of the alluring elements sadly don't quite live up to their full potential, hinting at greater things to come for Moore while squandering most of the game supporting cast.

But the movie has its loyal cult of unapologetic fans regardless, and to many its campy, absurd delights outweigh its dodgy attitudes to both women and people of colour...


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