Reviews by fernando

(OK) So delicate, unglamorous, the war just as social background for lovers called each other Snapshot and Useless; Lana is more against type than Gable; the idea of concentrating in just one death, Cameron Mitchell, by malaria and not in actions, sums it all

(YT,OK) Tight, hard and even tender. Love the idea sequence of the barefoot froting, Gene Evans thinks Basehart foot and not his is frozen. The cave, the snow, the fire are the elemnets that puts some poetry in the harsh fullerian style

(OK) The final Wood is a vivid western in a fort, with two love stories, women torn between brave fatal men; a well mounted final ambush after a false one, an agile taylor catching indians; but lacks the humour and love of civilization Ford or Mann could put in this

(OK) Rossen has to explain in a way whar are bulls and bullfightin, why a matador has fear and hate the world, and survives the tragedy of Quinn and Miroslava. Tha absurd of life, blood and sand...

(OK) Rossen loves his characters, Dick/Powell is hideous but elegant with strange sidekick John Kellog. Women are all seductive and suffering. Drew is the best, hating and kneeling before huge Thomas Gomez better than ever...

(OK) Monicelli at last and at large, even with Steno; Toto and the scritp have a philosophy on women, all kinf of, reoclected by Toto in his accounts to Peppino, who has one sketch.The dance with the sad whore in the bar is an antecedent of the Pulp Fiction dance.

(OK) The fors by Monicelli, is a very idiot plot, against journalism and early globalization, ending a a UN assembly; as pretentious as simple. The dream and episodic plot is poor...

(OK) WB feared its own movie and its social implication. That makes this a unique film of social struggle dilemma by a sensitive Barthermess torn between his poor folks and the Bette household, comprehensive at the end. Blakcks are the background's bacckground...

Minnelli complete: music, dance and comedy, Skelton has his own long routines and some funny gestual remarks, some absurds too (he havin a goldmine), and cast is ok (Thurston Hall, Sam Levene), black music is well staged by the "Cabin in the sky" director, (a pitty Louis Armstrong is not the trumpet theat tears down Jericho walls)...

Minnelli is complete here, black or white, and with 'heavenly' plot; Waters is as greta as Horne in her few scenes. There's sense of space (Waters running to Eddie being shot; thu tornado¡¡), and music