Reviews by fernando

(MU) Electrifying real time account of a terrorist attack on a summer youth camp island, just following in long takes (is it one or a few of them?) an extrem responsible Kaja, a vjaracter on the border of solidarity and stupidity...

(OK) Donen's swan song, with vitalism of old man, imagining a Rio more liberal than it is (there's no such topless fashion, not even today) . The dialogues are too sharp , too sophisticated regarding some heavy scenes...

(YT) Just a description in off, in fact a great narration, of a extreme ritual of possesion, kind of violente camdomble near Accra...

(OK) Too serious, almost naif in its metaphisic in a hop on hop off planets ride. In one stop , enters Dr Spoke Nimoy) the best and enigmatic character of the series. The rest is as somber as the film....

(OK) Visonti and Pasolini are he best by far. Mangano is a star 'burnt alive', his dead beauty in the shadow, losing conscience and being touched by the guests to the party (great scene) , ending as a zombie over the snow and climbing to the helicopter....Pasolini sketch is a kind a moder uceellacci, divine populist naivete, with sex and misery involved, Toto is wonderful....De Sica with the forced drams of a housewife married to the american Eastwood, Bolognini in a sketch similar to the masterpiece of Sordi and the injured man en "Nuovi mostri" (here Sordi is the injured and Mangana the chauffeur); finally Franco Rossi made a little skethc of a thesis on sicilain vendetta with sex and religion motifs...everybody dies...whta a witch...

(OK) A bit of Visconti, as much text as images. A gurl is raped and kiled and Visconti goes to the place wher life goes on, no more...

(OK) O'Brien explains his 'crime' to Gwenn as explaining a murder by self defense. Each detail is meaningful, as alibi or mitigating circumstance. Lupino associates with the false explendour or the chines resauran and Fontaine the pefect wife with o child, are so sad...

(OK) Colourfull not because of Technicolor but of set and costume immaginatios (the baths and the dentist stuff), with a few extroardnary long gags, as the duel at dawn...

(OK) In 1945 Italy nobody coud be objective, here we see the process of chief of police Caruso, the women crying for her sons assasinates in Fosse Ardeatinne...

(OK) Surprisingly good ol Flayerty making amneds betwenn an oil driller and nature, there's no ecological dimension here, just friends and animals, an poetic framing of nature...