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Masters of Sex (2013)
Just a book quote
«Masters is dead, but I met a St. Louis social worker who used to work in the same building with him. This man told a story about a particularly troubling case he was working on. The father in the case had told him, that morning, that he wasn't all that concerned about his wife gaining custody of their children, because if it happened, he would go and slit their throats. The case was being decided in court the following Monday. The social worker wanted to call the police, but worried that it would be a violation of confidentiality. Distraught, he consulted the only other professional he could find in the building that morning. (It happened to be Thanksgiving.) It was Dr. Masters. Masters directed the social worker to take a seat on the other side of his enormous rosewood desk, and the man unrolled his dilemma. Masters listened intently, staring at the man from beneath a hedge of chaotic white eyebrows. When the social worker finished talking, there was a moment of quiet. Then Masters spoke: "Have you asked this man whether he has difficulty achieving or maintaining an erection?"»
- "Bonk" by Mary Roach.
Novecento (1976)
huge disappointment
Q: What happens when five true geniuses - a director, a composer and three actors - get together to make a movie that would really change the world? A: A disaster.
Bertolucci was never able to write good dialogs, or to tell a coherent story, or to create deep convincing characters. He always tried to palliate that with a rather pathetic mix of realistic sex and unrealistic politics. He never had any sense of rhythm, but we always forgave him that because his lengthy shots are so beautiful, and his casting so impressive. But in this film, the usual flaws are exacerbated to such an extent that it is practically unwatchable.
The story that lasts for those five bloody hours is really very simple. It's about a Good Commie Guy (Depardieu), a Bad Fasist Guy (Sutherland) and a Weak Rich Guy (de Niro). By the way, de Niro's character is in every detail a clone of the Last Emperor from another Bertolucci film: same spoiled childhood, same loneliness, same conformism, same bohemian farniente, same relationship with wife, same end as a prisoner of the people. I can think of only one other film in which so much efforts of such great actors were wasted in such a useless way, and that is "The Thin Red Line".