Watching George Lazenby take on tough superspy James Bond can run a bit hot and cold. Lazenby (in his film debut) is suave, has the right physical build for a spy and ample presence - the guy knows how to throw a punch and how to fire a gun. I still do not buy him as James Bond because there is no danger to him and I do not sense that killer instinct. Sean Connery is the obvious comparison and Lazenby doesn't carry much in the way of adult charm either - he has boyish charm and remains resolutely calm around the ladies but that is it. In one scene, under disguise, he looks like Sherlock Holmes and I could see him as Holmes without question.
The story that matters most in "On Her Majesty's Secret Service" is Bond's search for Ernst Stavro Blofeld, his main arch-nemesis (this is Operation Bedlam). After Bond rescues a Countess from committing suicide in the Portugal sea, there is an elongated fight scene on the beach that is fairly witty in its payoff. The Countess is Contessa Teresa di Vicenzo (the luscious Avenger herself Diana Rigg, who only figures in the action during the opening and closing passages). She is the sole daughter of Marc-Ange Draco (Gabriele Ferzetti), the head of a powerful Corsican crime family, who wants Bond to marry her hoping she will be dominated and obey a husband (this would not go well in 2025). Bond declines the offer but he hopes that Draco will help locate Blofeld. It turns out that Blofeld (a very engaging Telly Savalas) is living in the Swiss Alps and is claiming the title of Count Balthazar de Bleuchamp through the London College of Arms! This is, of course, an attempt by Blofeld to disguise himself from being killed by Bond yet the archvillain also has a dastardly plan. Blofeld, or Count Balthazar, runs a clinic concerned with allergies and has a bunch of women used as test subjects. The truth is that the women are guinea pigs who are being brainwashed into spreading biological warfare agents to Britain and Ireland. The supervillains always had harebrained world domination and destruction plans, but wouldn't it have been easier to distribute such agents through gas exhaust or some other technological means?
"On Her Majesty's Secret Service" has some well-oiled action scenes and a breezy one or two ski chases which is something early Connery films did not have until Moore's "Spy Who Loved Me" (though Blofeld skiing through the Alps merits a few chuckles). Lazenby's Bond also has some great physical fistfights that are truly mind-boggling and keep you on the edge of your seat (when he knocks out a bunch of Draco's men and you hear ricocheting sound effects, it really does startle your senses). I also enjoyed Bond's attempts to escape a maintenance room with the monstrous gears controlling the cable cars - my hands got sweaty so I know it works. And we also get a marriage sequence that is followed by a tragedy - very unusual for a James Bond flick. Speaking of unusual, we are treated to a rare visit to M's house!
Lazenby is not quite the James Bond I love to see - he just doesn't have that edge but his romantic scenes are wonderful and he's acceptable playing cards at a casino. He isn't bad so I have to grade him against latter-day Bonds - he's miles ahead of Timothy Dalton but he's no Connery or Roger Moore. The movie is still fun and engineered with maximum skill by debuting director Peter Hunt. Still, in light of what Connery could get away with or even Moore, neither would pass muster disguised as a Holmes type or a genealogist wearing a Scottish kilt!
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