Someone told me today when I mentioned I had seen this film that this title is what they know James Bond as. Because, that’s what he does. Kiss, Kiss; Bang, Bang. Even with the colloquial meaning of Bang here in Australia, that’s still somewhat true.
This film nearly lost me in the opening sequences. Sure, the young magician act was magnificent, and well done, but the party was poor. It was almost like the pre-screening audiences had totally missed all of the salient points, and there was a percieved need to bring in a narrator to bring everyone up to scratch. And if it can’t be done subtly then they took the easy way out: stopping the film mid-frame, and having the narrator talk over the top. Cheap.
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