This is a great movie masquerading as something incomprehensible to normal people.
To discriminating film aficionados, this is a great movie masquerading as something incomprehensible to normal people.
And "normal people"? —Forgedaboudit. The normal people have mysteriously vanished, along with the gold and better jewels.
The young people? —Yep, one of them is saddened to have no need to ever work again; —to have succeeded beyond his wildest dream. This successful young alarm specialist is crying because he now has the professional reputation he always wanted. However, 'tis a reputation he no longer needs nor can use. The best our young meek protagonist can do is shed melancholy tears because THE most respected, senior citizen professionals of his trade cannot act as professionals until they are caught like amateurs. —Collared like a 12 year old lifting bubble gum from the corner candy store!
And all along, stark, cold, rocks-in-frozen-Earth-REALITY, is slowly beginning to strangle your good time Lavender Hill Mob fun-for-all ciné flicker that is grinding, —drilling into the heart of our bloody senses.
Such are the worms that crawl in and out of your eye sockets thirty years after you are pushing up the daises.
The answer, my ultra-violence brothers?
Youth is wasted on the young and old age punishes us all.
This is the Möbius Strip of films. —So many sides that seem separate, yet ultimately are revealed as one.
Sometimes a good movie needs to have a few skins inside of skins to shed the light you do not expect nor want.
Gee, what a horrid film...so why are you still thinking about it; —days and weeks later? Why? Stop thinking about a bad film, STOP! No it's a bad film, —really, I am telling the truth, honest!
Is my argument NOT convincing?