Connery is beginning to look tired by this point - and it's not just his
gut that's a bit flabby. The production values of this 'Bond goes to the
Orient' are so massive that Connery at times dwindles into
insignificance, particularly against Ken Adams's superb volcano
hideout set. It does boast a franchise highlight in an incredible
aerial shot showing Bond kicking many butts atop a warehouse, but
overall proceedings are definitely sub-Thunderball, let alone
sub-Goldfinger. Donald Pleasence is worth waiting for as the
reptilian Blofeld, but it's a very long wait for him.
