Expensive Bond extravaganza in which everything goes astray, including credibility. Its production design is dazzlingly lavish as is its visual gloss, Pleasence's Blofeld surpasses camp level and Connery is smoother than ever, but Bond's expressionless invincibility is tediously and irritatingly played for laughs here (the man appears able to produce anything he wants from his pocket, never blinks an eye when faced by death and only looks petrified when he is informed by Kissy that they 'll sleep in separate beds). However, the film's sensational aspects -such as the villain's volcano lair and the mayhem that ensues within- and the irresistible corniness of the whole enterprise are now legendary in the series and have reached a cult status on their own.
Review of You Only Live Twice
