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This has less spectacle than what the Moore Bond films so unwisely chased after: its plot line is a pretty straightforward one of defectors and betrayers, one of the last Bond scenarios to take advantage of the real-world Cold War. On the other hand, it's a little on the dry side, and while the movie clearly wants to make a genuine character instead of a sex object cartoon out of Bond girl Maryam D'Abo, it can't find an entirely credible way to do so.

I don't mean to sound overly harsh. Timothy Dalton is certainly not the only reason The Living Daylights is flat. The shoddy screenplay, poor character renderings, and shortfall of excitement and narrative tension deserve arguably more blame. Dalton is, however, emblematic of the film's problems, which arise less out of shortcoming than they do its strained and nondescript nature.