Reviews by fernando

(MU) It seems a light version, with his fantastic touches, of Apichatpong Weerasethakul. Light and almost comic, and delicate intimate when tha two firnds discuss his familiar problems...

(OK) Even pirate copies are censored in the sex with boy first secuence. You have to look for the right scandalous copies. The adult Sweetback is a lousy actor that runs more than fuck; but the editing is so naif and original, that the film triumhs over any resistance

(OK) Frivolous comedy, some nice lines, structure ok, ending with the main characters in a party but wih a forced romantic touch oposed to the rest. Edna May Oliver is always amusing

(OK) A character born to be followed, hard detective with a slight just for colour, vindicative feeling, mixing with white policemen, racist maffiosos and Bumpy Jones a Harlem hoodlum looking for his captive daughter...

(OK) Everything happens (melodrama, action, intrigue, love and triangle, trial, death sentence, a wreck) int his MGM hit that could be, some 3 years after, a Warner masterpiece by Walsh or Curtiz. The cast is excellent being loyal to thier star profiles...

(MU) De Niro, wants to kill or to teach Di Caprio, almost a simile of the plot. Tobias or Jack (the boy's 2 names) really templates his character arounf Dwight/De Niro while mixing with local boys with no future including a gay one...

(OK) Corny but not bollywoodesque, two people meet in a fail of a proud system of deivering lunchboxes (Harvard praises ot says the delivery man) and then the letters are too obvious, superfcial, mmhhh...a pity

(OK) Good debut, Hodges! Caine is as cold and cool as it is needed for the straight premise: agangster comes back to town (interesting Newcastle) to revenge his innocent brother's death. "I'm the villain in the family" he says to the local hoodlums who, besides killing his bro, makes his niece an asolescent whore. The mammy is drowned in a car, while Michael stands mute...

(OK) I'm not sure how much Cukor is here, is too 'stagey' for him, and nor Myrna neither Ann Harding are bright; everything goes in monotonous circles...

(OK) I prefer "The reds and the whites", but here Jancso condenses in secuence shots all his imagery of rural confusing marxism , soldiers dilemmas, women catalysers, ritualized violence, agricultural parafernalia and so on...