For my Mom ... who ... wanted Robert Wagner to be Bond
My mother too. She also thought Brosnan would be a good Bond when she watched Remmington Steele, a show I had little time for.
Shards of memory for Octopussy.
FADE IN ON:
Early 1983, my parents were moving house and prospective buyers visiting the property always got a cup of tea at the end of their tour. Strangely, I was called to meet one prospective buyer once. He was a costumier for the new Bond. He told me excitedly about the circus finale and Bond dressing up as a clown.
I groaned.
See, in the previous year, I'd popped my Fleming cherry and was now oh so serious about Bond. FYEO had been a treat for me (on second viewing) and now I thought, more Moore shenanigans.
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A relative of mine had a key role in a Steven Spielberg film being prepped at the time. His family had been on the Octopussy set and he told me all about it, how it was being shot in India and Germany and featured a big battle in a palace! I was incredulous at how he knew so much but he did!
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A BBC 2 show called Entertainment USA hosted by (now convicted kiddie fiddler) Jonathan King. Suddenly, one episode ended with the trailer for Octopussy with that beautiful tentacular O that the late great Maurice Binder created.
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6th June 1983 - Dundundun Daaah - it really was the longest day! The premiere of Octopussy was being televised way past my bedtime. However, the shores of Bond had already been shelled with the Roger Moore-hosted 21 Years Of Bond and I had negotiated a waiver to stay up late. Crowds screamed for Princess Diana outside, while inside the hot Odeon auditorium, incompetent interviews took place. An overtanned Roger Moore denying having eye surgery to an overtanned Judith Chalmers and Kabir Bedi defending his role in Ashanti after being told it was crap by a tactless Chris Kelly!
OK, my appetite was whetted but I had to wait until August when the film played at my local suburban cinema. One of the first things said visitors from Moscow did was see Octopussy at the Odeon Leicester Square, the world's most expensive cinema in the heart of town. My parents would not make a special trip there
just to see a film! Oy vey! I was taunted with a two month wait until August 1983 when the film crawled its way to my local, suburban Granada cinema.
August and everything after. I queued with my family probably the first Saturday it was on locally. Sure I was eager, but somehow my excitement was leavened the image of Moore as a clown. However, I was blown away by the film. A taut Cold War spy thriller (with a plot borrowed from General Sir John Hackett which in turn was borrowed by Frederick Forsyth for The Fourth Protocol) with gorgeous women (on whom a sari is the most perfect gift-wrapping!), beautiful, exotic locations, big villainy, thrilling earthy action, a clever adaptation of Fleming's short stories The Property Of A Lady and Octopussy, some fantastic action, fun, gadgets and one-liners. Oh, and that slide down the bannister to the James Bond theme still sends me!
I left the cinema on an all time high.
Summer 1983 was the Battle of the Bonds. 007 fever was everywhere. The king across the water, Sir Sean was returning and I thought Bond could never get bigger than this.
Ever.
Wow, 25 years... 
Indeed, kid. Indeed!