Title: Childhood Memories Fail My Adult-self
Product review: The last time I'd seen this was when I was young. Little. Just a kid. And the image of Jane Seymour's head flopping off her shoulders has been etched in my mind since then, a memory that has replayed over and over all those years since. And yeah, that's still in there. And yeah, it's pretty cool. There's not much else for me to like in here though. It's got some atmosphere... some occasionally decent production value... and it certainly isn't hard to see how Jane Seymour was plucked soon after to be a Bond-girl. It's got two stars: one for the kid in me; one for the adult.
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