Oh, Roscoe, you're pissing on one of my favourites! :-(
Tame now, but it must have been a shock in 1959.
Yeah, go ahead stranger, use the old, uh, telly-o-phone."
When the most interesting performance in a film about Jesus comes from the guy playing Pontius Pilate, there's a problem...
Remarkable film -- Cagney manages to imbue psycho Cody Jarrett with a degree of humanity that the rather pallid and mechanical law enforcement Good Guys never come near.
Flabby and uninvolving soap opera, with incest and the Holocaust thrown in to add some faux significance. Silly, really.
Deeply silly melodrama with some fine lighting and camerawork -- the overwhelming stupidity of the female lead leads to disaster. Don't forget who The Cheat really is here.
The only actor who could make you look away from Chaplin.
Made it about halfway through before I realized I'd rather be doing just about anything else than sitting through this.
A marvelous actor, no question. Check him out in the first half of SECONDS -- nobody has ever projected middle aged depressed desperation as beautifully and movingly.
104 minutes of whining and cheap on-the-nose symbolism. Really dreadful.
Well, it is a particularly highly regarded film, and it seemed only fair to give it a couple of viewings over the 20-odd years since it has been released, just to see if I find it anything but a bogus batch of self-pitying whining and phony philosophical claptrap. And it really always comes off like bogus phony etc. Is it really so hard to understand?
I guess I just cannot understand you here, given that I've never been able to watch again any film that I found "really dreadful" the first time. It was really generous of you to give it another couple of tries, in fact. But I'd think your mind's well made up now, and seeing it again at any point in the future would be quite ludicrous.
I find it a good idea to revisit strongly held opinions every now and then as time passes. One never knows -- what was thrilling and brilliant in one's twenties can seem tired and bogus in one's late forties, and vice versa, and sometimes things don't change. In this case, yeah, I'm thinking I'll always find C&M to be bogus self-righteous crap.
Another well-intentioned but pretty bad gay movie. The characters spout editorials instead of dialogue. The eye candy is plentiful at least.
Guess what. Politics is a dirty business.
The one. The only. The inimitable.
8 minutes of old-fashioned delight. Dig on the genius of Gracie Allen.
He's like Michael Fassbender Lite. And Fassbender's Lite enough already.
Helen Mirren delivers one of the greatest performances ever captured in any medium here, and the rest of the film is easily up to her standard. It doesn't get better than this, folks.
It tries -- Fraser and Hurley are certainly game. Alas, the script trades the original film's real irreverence for a rather suspiciously New Agey vibe that gets rather choking.
Once entertaining, now unwatchable.
A great cavalcade of wonder and humor, overscaled and overstuffed and, that rarest of things, joyous. The occasional mis-steps are more than compensated for in sheer delight.