My paternal grandma is a hoarding serpent, a treasure dragon who'll likely starve herself to atrophy or slip and break a bone while walking miles for infinitesimally cheaper napkins on a winter day. Taking up philosophy at uni was partly in deep opposition to old penny pincher's squabbly, squeaky, monstrously hilarious vice. A MUBI chum urged me to rewatch Van Sant's Gerry. The time is now: Greed's epilogue commands.
With the help of the restored 4hr version, you get a feeling of how big in scope Stroheim's Greed really was and how much love and affection went into the making of it. The people in charge of the restoration did a fantastic job indeed. A true gem of the silent era.
Theatrical Version. Another mutilated movie of Stroheim. But comparing with "Foolish Wives", and even if the order of many sequences and subplots were changed, "Greed" works as a whole, in a beautiful and powerful way that few movies could achieve.
Cinema is the only art where people are as obsessed, if not more so, about the unfinished result than the finished one. They want the Legend, not the Truth. The Romantic past over the present. They want a 8 Hour epic of unknown quality rather than the compact 2:15 masterpiece that is in front of them. Von Stroheim has made one of the greatest and most modern silent films, whose influence still continues to spread.
Watched the 2 1/2-hour version and thought it was outstanding, although it did carry some of the Magnificent Ambersons-type feeling where you knew you were missing something significant in spots. In sections, though, it is as brilliant as advertized. I need to see more from von Stroheim.
I feel so luck to have seen ANY iteration of this film, but the four-hour version had to suffice. I am constantly blown away by what was achieved in the early days of cinema that has still not been surpassed--or is so cribbed-from that we've seen scenes from it a thousand times already). The places this film takes its characters are incredible, and it boasts an ending to beat all endings. Greed is good.