Reviews by fernando

Thanks Netflix. Nothing is wasted but you can forget some chapters and remain with Pacino and de Niro. The never forgive De Niro, even he is not haunted by guilt, theme,is almost funny. Her daughter hates Pesci but loves Pacino. Yeah, he is lovable

A B with an A impact. Dead end moved to an Arizona landscape; wonderfull small world with the kids, Gloria Dickson and scene stealer may Robson. But Garfield is in his apix.

Half romantic comedy, half musical. Stewart in his capraesque style, debbed voice for singing. Nice Paulette, but the star is an excellent Winninger

Sharon daydreaming or moviedreaming with her film, after forcing her entreé, is happiiest Tarantino scene. But the end, after the alternative Tarantino pastiche murders, is as happiest. Cahill/Di Caprio enters paradise on earth, on Hollywood, Tate/Polanski house

A figure in a landscape, running, panting, suspending prejudices and racist ideas (well those are just mechanical motivations)...

Boleslawski deserved more and better productions. Here is so tight and efficace, concnetrating in huge episodes and finding a solution to link to another as in the passage of March almost drowning in the sewers, going to the final match with Laughton at his house...

So little but straight adventure yarn, could be a wetern in the jungle, could be anywhere, that Sheridan kisses Ford before his husband Zachary Scott in such a gratuitous way...

After a dubious teaser, an stylised artificial crimem then comes a strong polar with Quinn lamenting the dead of a friend he is betraying with his wife Alexandra Stewart, and Caine as interesting pro killer...

The powerfull star cast (Stewarts makes Tracy look more serious than he probably wanted to be), Valentina lacks glamour some other star could provide, Greenstreet is the best...

For those who have a weakness for Verneuil: here he takes long shots to just depict bruglar technified stuff, a gratuitous car chase in Athens, a wasted love story between Belmondo and Calfan...