Ryne Walley’s review published on Letterboxd:
The Bond formula of sexcapades, devilishly handsome fashion, shaken martinis, and naive villains is still plenty enjoyable. You do begin to wonder though whether the enjoyment will eventually run its course. This 1965 entry shows that cracks do exist in the recipe and that nothing is exactly perfect in paradise. But hell, it's a paradise I see myself watching plenty more times. Great fun, especially during the summer. Charming, ridiculous, and amusing. Just classic Bond.
"So he strikes, like THUNDERBALL"