Soooo... The Spy Who Loved Me.
Apparently it's considered one of the best. I can't see why. It's a straight-up comedy. There's no tension or suspense as Moore woodenly deadpans his way through it. The only saving grace is the car chase with the submersible Lotus Esprit. Barbara Bach as Bond's Russian counterpart is as flat as Moore. The main villain is Blofeld-lite but lacks the menace.
The pre-credic ski/parachute stunt though is the Moore era's finest single moment. Everybody remembers that scene as he skis off the cliff and the Union Jack parachute opens up.
And Jaws? OK, I'll give them that he's a fun villain. But he's not scary. He's a buffoonish henchman. When they're in the van and Jaws is hanging on to it while Bach is trying to start the engine and Jaws is pulling the van apart, Moore just sits there unconcerned, quipping away. It's just not tense and Jaws feels like a joke not a threat. And at the end when he gets his teeth caught by the magnet (that director used a similar magnet in You Only Live Twice... guess he really likes giant magnets?) then gets dropped into the water and wrestles a shark to death... because he's Jaws! Yay! I get it!
As for the plot. What plot? Why did the villain want to start a nuclear war so everybody had to live underwater? Why? More than most this is just a tenuous one-line of connective tissue leading from each location to the next.
Moore started off so well with Live & let Die. He's been pretty dire since. Another film riding a wave. We've had blaxploitation, then kung-fu movies, now Jaws. Star Wars, in the form of Moonraker is next, and my memories of that aren't favourable either. Guess we'll find out!
Bond Rating -- 003 (car chase and comedy henchman, plus the Moore era's finest opening stunt rescue it from a 002).