Reviews by fernando

The thriller imposes over the melodramatic, bloody, familiar, incestuous, passionate, undertones. But there are those tones...

Always bee intrigued and fascinates by the self ending of the Zweigs in Petropolis. Here I just see them, death in the bed, reflecting in a mirror (nice moving touch) but anyhow, in dialogues and Stefan staring the landscape, maybe thinking in Europe's hell and the impossibility of cope with it in this evasive place; it's the answer.

Rumany found a place in 'world cinema', as Iran had. But the long, realistic, sequence shot real time look on its social decomposition after the wall broke; is too heavey to share, ah...

How Malick begun loosing interest; repeating himself inside the same film, as an outdated Antonioni? Here you can look for a response in Austin, Texas, with musical background (Iggy and Patti), and a trip to Yucatan.

Too long and eloquente a lifetime, so Riley catches just some themes; but misses to develop more the one he choses to articulate the biopic: teh tragedy about his children. Anyway, good audio, phtos and clips and everything.

The heroe and his famil, everybody knows the story is greater than them, but they act as if they are living any other story. I like this becuase in a way is a modest docummentary.

Un apacible Tin Tán/Martínez Solares, se toma su tiempo para construir su impostación, y armar su harem de mujeres de distintas nacionalidades incluyendo la española revejida. La conga de Amalia, con todos bailando, marca la felicidad del conjunto.

Poduction values, yes, so what? Bidimensional heroes and heroines, a schematic theory stuttered at the beginning and trying to match with americans and amazons in WW 1, an even more schemaic love story beginning with cracks between heroes, bah.

Constructing Presley rebel without a cause persona and a bonus: a coreographic tableau vivant that seems inserted in the film, woth teh outstanding song title anf Elvis doing all he cando to dance genuinely clumsy.

Siegel is just ok, westerns are not for him. Washed up as an elegy of indian mystique against normal whites; but now and then has some good violent encounters. Presley ok in a non singing role.