The Man With The Golden Gun is best left untouched; unseen, unacknowledged. While it has a couple of saving graces - notably a car chase that ends with a flying car, and Herve Villachez as an insane midget henchman, it's otherwise so low compared to its peers that it comes off more as a parody of the franchise. The Man With The Golden Gun is your enfeebled cousin at the family reunion, best left alone, and only interacted with to satisfy curiosity and to make she he's not bothering anyone.
The plot of The Man With The Golden Gun is: Bond is tipped off that Richard Scaramanga, the titular villain, is after him. Bond opts to find Scaramanga first, and in so doing learns that Scaramanga is actually after a fancy solar panel, and that his girlfriend (the girl) actually set up the idea of a hit in order to put Bond on his trail. Bond pursues Scaramanga to Hong Kong, where Scaramanga attempts to fram Bond for murder. Later in Thailand, Bond impersonates Scaramanga to his erstwhile employer, who is later killed by Scaramanga. After a car chase, Bond's fellow spy Goodnight stows aboard Scaramanga's carplane and is taken captive on his island lair in Chinese waters. Bond flies there, and after dinner kills Scaramanga in a game of assassin cat-and-mouse before destroying Scaramanga's solar "golden gun" death ray and rescuing Goodnight.
Bizarrely, Louisiana Sheriff Pepper shows up in this film and participates in another car chase at Bond's side. Herve Villachez presents a more menacing version of Tattoo, he concierge he would later play on Fantasy Island. Christopher Lee as the three-nippled villain is not bad, a wiry, elegant man who brought himself up by his bootstraps, with an interesting collapsible one-shot golden gun. yet, none of these elements come together. Thin Bond films tinkers absurdly along, introducing random plot elements and delivering poor jokes, and poorly on the good jokes. It's a relief when it's over, though I'll admit I was more mesmerized than horrified.
This Bond film is an oddity. See it if you must, but trust me that you mustn't.
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