This was awful on so many counts that I don't know where to begin. Roger Moore is James Bond's wimpy brother; Rod Steiger is a shrill one-dimensional nut case; Elliot Gould is a wimpy, shallow robot; Anne Archer is beautiful but, oh, you get the idea. We've seen too many CSIs, perhaps, but from the way the evidence was unceremoniously dumped in Moore's office after the first murder, to the horrible police dialog when the secretary was murdered, we watched as an exercise in observation in how movies have improved. However, the language was much cleaner than if it were made today. Gotta watch a Bond movie now to see the Roger Moore we loved.
Review of The Naked Face
