Every one of the ten reviews comes down in the film’s favour, and the praise gathers in the same places. Critics agree that Sean Connery arrives fully formed, with the casino introduction repeatedly named as the moment the character is fixed. Ursula Andress’s walk out of the sea is mentioned almost as often, and Joseph Wiseman’s villain is credited with real menace. Terence Young’s pacing and the tongue-in-cheek blend of sex, violence and wit are held to set the pattern the series follows.
The spread is narrow, running from cheerfully approving to outright enthusiastic, with nobody dissenting. The 1960s notices from The Times, The New York Times and The New Yorker enjoy it as expert, lurid hokum rather than anything more, while later writers rate it higher, valuing its modest scale and Ken Adam’s sets against the bloat of later entries. The Playlist alone dwells on dated elements. Radio Times sits at the top with unqualified praise.
