James Bond joins a hyper sexualized cult that uses a hyper sexualized circus as cover to move products around East/West Germany. There’s a nuclear bomb mixed in for good measure, along with some really weird Indian stereotypes (stuffed sheep’s head? everyone’s either in turbans or has no shirt on?). All in all a pretty good film, but the red body suits that the ladies wear during their cult time give off a Greatest American Hero vibe, which is truly non-Bond.
