On any other day of the year, a documentary about the life of Roger Moore simply would not work. This is because, on the whole, not a lot actually seemed to happen in it. Oh, sure, there was The Saint and The Persuaders and James Bond, not to mention a surprising amount of marriages. But if From Roger Moore With Love demonstrates anything, it is that he wasn’t particularly fazed by any of it. Fame came, and Roger Moore was Roger Moore. Marriages ended, and Roger Moore was Roger Moore. Even right at the end, there was no existential suffering to speak of. This is because, by all accounts, Roger Moore was Roger Moore. As subjects go, it’s not far from making a documentary about a tree.
However, this is Christmas Day, and who wants to watch anguished tales of inner torment on Christmas Day? The family’s around you, you’re full to the point of bursting, so what better than an hour and 20 minutes of a handsome, placid man quietly enjoying his life?
