Reviews by fernando

(OK) Marianne Hoppe, the tragic heroine, an ephimere and impossible Madame Bovary, a victim of a third man, is the spirit of this film: a serene and intriguing beauty. Kautner uses public spaces in great fashion

(OK) Well directed, toned, musicalized, wrtitten, acted, equilibrated. Only lacks dance, but there's a sort of choreography all over, including the 3 old laidies. Applause for Mamoulian.

(OK) Wonderfull, because there's one whole idea that sustains and gran every gag. Two civilized codes, feuds and hospitality, in comic tension. Keaton staying in his ennemies house to avoid be killed, is a must. And the trip in the ancient locomotive, a gem.

(OK) There´s already style (even there's a sort of effectism that¿ll be better justified in next films), themes, suspense, and a Hitchcockian victimized blonde. A mature Hitch as early as 1926.

(OK) How to rate this? Impossible, Mélies takes an idea a concept, and there´s a rush of gags circular, perfect...

(OK) Not just a vehicle for Temple; an hommage to both sides virtues, specially south, with tap and black face and Bill Bojangles. Butler, honest artisan.

(OK) Nagib Mafuz is so universal that yoo don't have to know egiptian politics, to catch the dilemmas and appretn idiot plots of classes and despicable moods: the heroe is not the soisticate bourgeois leftist, even he is beaten; but the girl obligued to be the minister's lover and his contract husband, so despised by everubody that doesn'nt matter he es free to have romance with the woman...

(OK) As simple as 'hi lili hi lo (the song)', soft choreographry, 2 dreams as vvid as real scenes and the romantic poetic naiveté of Leslie in beaiiful contrat to everybodies adultness....

(OK) In the beginning, some confussions becuase of many characters and a wrong resemblance to a ligh comedy of soldiers and thier maitresses, buy in he end the fatality makes everything wonderfull, elegant, touching and sad

(OK) Perfection, abstraction of mood and form, when Laurel and hardy get to the sky and every gag is an equlibrium...