Reviews by fernando

Minor Goulding but somehow, thanks to Riskin small talk on democracy and free extravagant little john does as Gwenn here, has its charm. A rare sequence with McGuiere, Lancaster and Millard Mitchell, through a window shop.

Bert Pardway, one of the Barrymore´s sons (played by George Meeker) is subtlety despised by his dad because, instead of being manager of the Bazaar, he prefers to do the 'window trimming'. ¡An early 1933 precode suggestion that a man who likes interior decoration is gay! Al least, that theme wouldn't even be suggested some years later.

Good director, good storyteller, great dialogues by author Lester Cohen and Lionel seraching his new talkie screen persona. I love Eric Linden's character, and 'old boy' Gregory Ratoff is always moving.

De Santis at his most underlined, hiper dramatic, leftist approach. ?Riso amaro' is much better and eben sexier (well Lucia Bose is nice when she laying with and lying to handsome Raf).

Small Rossellini, a comic light but holistic (small village with poor and rich, bad and evil, religion and some paganism in the americans) ambition. The non actor are really non actors.

All star cast always catch my eye. Irving Allen is mere efectism bur has good collaborators as Sterling Silliphant who knows how to tale in the limits put by Allen.

Lean's splendour. The poetic, melancholic, a bit corny and egotistical Zhivago´s point of viex. Landscape and set design and photo (the sunflower almost crying in a somber interior) are not formalism, are moving.

(Thanks Air France to put in your stock). Luchini, with his silly pace and hand gestures, 'directs' the simphony of Dumont. It goes form scatological and canibalistic to pure fantasy: Machin, al a globe flying over the entire group. Julitette is so happy eith all this that enphasizes her pathetism at the end.

Streep is great, no kidding. She is in th wake of making noble the egotistical ridicule of a woman that lives thanks to the sillyness oothers. So, where´s the sin. But it's a bit of seriousness disguising in comedy. The siphilis and the pain of a bad review, makes a great image: Meryl stumbling in the street.

I takes some time to be on the skin -not neccesarily on the side- of Cassey Affleck. He's weird before and after the tragedy of losing his sons. The forced adoption of his nephew is so obvious a 'legacy' of his brother, that teh character suffers of some idiotic conduct.