Dalton was so serious he looked like he was forever wrestling with a saltprune and Brosnan, refreshing in the part, seems to be reshaping Connery's flavour for the nineties. For my money, there has never been a better Bond than Sean Connery, who tossed off the one liners with casual disdain and brought an icy mirth to the role. Connery made it clear that 007, for all his style, was Her Majesty's killer. Today the movies are slammed out with a kind of precision, but it took three tries for them to find that pace. Diana Rigg as an avenging Contessa Teresa Di Vincenzo who marries Bond and gets killed in the same day, forever providing justification for his rabid carousing.
Bond follows a hunch and encounters the villain, then a lady related to the villain.
The bad guys whack Bond around a bit before he gets the upper hand, then someone he likes dies. There is a spectacular chase and after his escape, he returns to the villain's lair better prepared. There is a battle which he loses. Bond and the girl are captured and for some arcane reason, not killed. He escapes and there is a bigger battle.