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What can be said of a film where the best scenes were the few seconds at the
end, where the New York skyline morphed from the slums of Five Points to the
skyline pre September 11, 2001.
This film may appeal to those who want to see a violent blood bath set in
grimy surroundings and played out by Hogarthian degenerates, but it is not
in any way entertainment. I kept waiting for Dante's Inferno to open up and
swallow them into the fiery furnace. The films plods unrelentingly through
human misery and violence for more than two and a half hours. Never once
did I get the feeling that it may not be pleasant to watch, but at least it
was raising my consciousness. This was just a film of violence, blood lust
and misery, as repulsive as Kurasawa's "The Lower Depths".
I felt as if the director was making a film about depravity for the sake of
depravity. As if there should be a voiceover stating that "In the
Casbah/slums of Shanghai/Limehouse/Paris/Bombay every vice is catered to.
Murder, drugs, vice, white slavery. No one asks questions, no one knows your
name, you can hide or disappear, or make someone disappear." The opening
voiceover from all those black and white films noire - Algiers, Shanghai
Gesture, etc. This is debauchery from the comfort of your cinema seat.
Daniel Day-Lewis's ludicrous leering mustachioed Victorian melodrama villain
robbed the film of any credibility and belonged to vaudeville. Far and away
the only performance worth watching was Jim Broadbent as Boss Tweed. The
overrated and unappealing Cameron Diaz and Leonardo diCaprio deserved each
I can now understand why comedies and musicals did so well during the
depression. Some of us go to the cinema to be uplifted and entertained.
There is beauty in the world if you want to look for it.
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