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Then there is Roger Moore, haberdasher's delight and director's despair. Moore's mannequin good looks and waxed-fruit insouciance have brought him far in movies; this is his fifth Bond picture. He can crinkle up a smile, speak Received Standard English, negotiate a hairpin turn or a femme fatale's proposition—all the things real people do. But beneath his suave double-entendres and amplified body blows, one can hear the sound of expensive gears meshing—for Moore is merely the best-oiled cog in this perpetual motion machine. —By Richard Corliss