Reviews by fernando

Jarmush at its height, minimalist while colourful, 3 stories add up to build a city full of decadence and reference, and tender approach to everybody.

Of course Lars is intense, more foggy than deep, playful with dark and evil and anxiety, great photographer of nature, picturesque...

Nikita goes to Italy and catches splendorous Marcello, romantic and vivid (picking Elena Safonova's hat in the mud pound), with almost epic (the trip tu Russia and the gypsy company)and decadence at the end...

Not fantastic, but a moral espectacle, seeing Chaney twisted just to portrait good, not evil. That´s all, plot is secondary.

Otto in a state of 'incompetence to be guilty', having God (¡Groucho¡) being reduced by a mob of hippies, Carol Channing and Gleason in the sea. Psycodelia as an alibi of anything.

Oh, Cukor, what an hommage to a free girl who wanna be an actress and an old sailor who wanna be just

Modest George Sherman and stocky stony Mature, go through certain unexpected liricism. Lund is ok as his friendship with chief, but you see more defiance than wisedom in everything...

Corbucci en pleno dominio del género, en el México que resulta cómodo para plantar cualquier personaje y exceso; acá cierta maldad estilizada (Palance y su águila) frente a los revolucionarios jóvenes y el profesor Rey que parecen en serio...

Peckinpah in minor clue, but each detail, so much undesrtatement between the family and the town. There's even a documentary look od a 4th july parade and the rodeo itself, so well matched...

Oh, ol hawk. There´s something, just something, in the sense of group, the active woman (pretty Jennifer), the old drunken man (Elam) and John 'comfortable' Wayne more selfamusing than ever.