That's when I stopped looking. Instead I began to fantasize about a film that unfortunately has not been filmed yet (and probably never will) about a man who meets a woman with whom he has a sexual relationship in the worst Rocco Siffredi-manner and THEN goes out to dinner in the above mentioned manner.
I don't long to see that Movie either since I Believe that women get too humiliated anyway - why would they otherwise try to get rid of their humiliation by putting a man in fool's (harms) way (that's when they tell you they want you to be their friend - some men have found a remedy against that in that they convince such women that friends Always have sexual relationships since that proves their friendship. Later they will not bother much about being friends, provided that the friendship in renewed now and then.)
Relationships today are truly very sad. Women get humiliated in sex and then try to sell the humiliation down the river to the next man who is stupid enough to truly love them until he gives up and becomes a swine like all other man today or he just stays the fool which is just as bad.
Well, my worries proved to be correct. There are no answers here at all, not even naive ones. The catastrophe is now a fact. Lynch made The Elephant Man, Blue Velvet and Wild At Heart. That's impressive. Especially the first 2 films are. Then he discovered something about the human psyche and how it is drawn to mysteries and used it in Twin Peaks in the first 2 series that, in a way, are just as bad as this one. The answer brought in the final of series 2 was a pretty desperate one, a twenty-five cent answer to a million dollar question. With this series he does not even provide the twenty-five cents, which, in a way, is kind of cheap.
Fat man with a hat. Baddddd dancing.
You see, even a bleak copy of the Bicycle Thieves will make a good film as long as there is still a scene in it resembling the slapping scene at the end of the Bicycle Thieves and there is such a scene but my impressing reviewer missed it because it is not as broadly laid out as the mentioned scene in the original but very touching and thoughtful nevertheless.
In this scene the father does not get slapped. On the contrary, he is slapping somebody else but in the midst of this slapping he is interrupted and made to realize that the thief that he is slapping is a family man just like himself, driven to desperation by poverty and he cannot go on slapping the man and instead he forgives him. This is great Cinema and makes this film a worthy remake of the Bicycle Thieves and its end scene.
This is the reason why I rather Watch films then I Watch the news if I want to know what's going on. When everybody says it's fiction, then maybe some of it is true, whereas when everybody says it's true it cannot possibly be so unless it's so obvious that it is impossible to deny, in which case you do not need the news telling you.
In other Words: This is satire at its best.
Towards the very end of this Picture, it is like seeing the Erlenkönig reenacted. A rather bleak remake hereby gets a gigantic boost.
John Wayne was no actor and a person with rather abominable political views (which he sadly was not aware of) but he was a great star. Jeff Bridges is a formidable actor but, curiously, he is no star, which great actors seldom are. Great stars Always play themselves and their roles are just different sides of that self (Clint Eastwood is Always Clint Eastwood and whenever he attempted to act the results were catastrophic).
Furthermore there might be added that the Music in this film is far better than that in the original and with the end in mind that was, IMO, reason enough to do this remake.
I'm not surprised it turned out that way though. Had it continued like the beginning, we would have had the best socialist Comedy ever perhaps. That could of course not happen in a film financed by capitalists. Pity anyway.
Begins in decency and ends in a snore - that's the size of it. And for the rest, I would have to say with the utmost sincirety, I guess, I would have to say: Yada, yada, yada, umpa and so fill out my lines - jaussa.
Again, it's all about the American Dream, disguised as a love story this time (or maybe it's Always a love story as Chaplin sings in "The King of New York": When I Think of a million dollars, tears come to my Eyes.).
Here we have the Young honcho, who, guess what?, wants to win, well, well, well. This time it's about riding a bull but it could be about anything really just as long as it is competition.
And then we have the old man, who happens to be a Jew, by the way, so I guess we can expect some Money appearing even if it's only in the end.
I don't know when exactly the "best Before"-date expires for this kind of bull but I guess a poverty-stricken 40+ year old will have less reason to cheer this film than a fifteen year old, which seems to be the target for this fantastic melodrama.
For sure (and that is why it is always provoking to attack any noise calling itself music) the mystery is not solved, so that you can tell why this music makes you feel and why this other music does not make you feel. The part that has to do with memories can easily be sorted out and leave the mystery intact. This does not mean that the mystery cannot be solved or, if it is solved, is solved in such a way that it ceases to be a mystery, which is expected by any solution of a mystery. We may understand a lot about why music makes us feel what we feel and still not be able to invent new music after some kind of formula. The kind of music that is done after formula will maybe make us dance but will not make us touch God.
When judging music, I judge the feelings awoken by it. People may call themselves music lovers and, for sure, have a music library that in quantity is most impressive but when they talk about music it is obvious that they understand something quite different to what those understand who cry to music because it is so moving. Maybe that is the most evident sign of a music lover, crying to music because being deeply moved, but it is, by no means, a sure sign, because swines can also cry when they are not allowed to be as swinish as they want to be. On the whole though, you can start your investigations with those who cry to music to come closer to understand the mystery of music.
The music (noise) presented in this film is not something you cry to unless you have childhood memories connected to the music. It is a music however, that easily puts you in a hypnotic state in which some interesting experiences are possible as, for instance, a deeper understanding of Indian way of life. But, unless this way of life makes you cry per se, you will not cry to this kind of music and only to its lyrics, if these are touching enough.
In all honesty, I would now have to name music that has touched me to tears (so that I can be attacked in turn). I will have to choose music without lyrics because that is what all this is about. Therefore it will be classical music.
The Unfinished Symphony by Schubert. The Fifth Piano Concerto by Beethoven (not all movements). The Sixth Symphony by Beethoven (not all movements) Interlude from Cavalleria Rusticana by Mascagni Nessun Dorma (I don't know Italian so I put it here in spite of lyrics) and much more but not more than 20 hours of music at the most through out the history of man. Allowing lyrics to the music, the number of hours is, of course, much larger.
Back to the film. Well, it left me rather cold, i'm afraid. I have no sympathy for the rich.
In summary: No imagination, no surprises, no nothing really. So, now Reading the other comments, all I have to say is: Are you kidding?
Here, the bathwater is kept and the baby is thrown out. It's a senile film for senile times, looking much the same at the face of it but having nothing inside with which you can make Contact.
Yes, we are living in senile times, living as if we had learned nothing. The same murderous bunch of scoundrels are in charge but the protests are directed elsewhere. People join them because they are convinced that "Hey, you only live once so try to have as much fun as possible no matter the corpses you have to climb over to get there".
The same good and evil is fighting in this film since the evil was never erased allowing for a higher polarity of good and evil esteeming from the good that was left but could not be realized as long as the lower polarity was allowed to go on.
Total material equality - that is the next step, not this garbage.
After so many Rocky-films now past, there is now so such excuse. It's all about knocking out the other guy even if the score in the end may read differently.
Jesus Words "Love each other" has nothing to do with the American society, which I prefer to call "the swingy", since it produces swines and not human beings.
If you have a message, go to the Western Union, some Hollywood Mogul said, totally denying that Everything we do is a message Always and the message of the Mogul Always is to sing the praise of the capitalist swinery, ridiculing all those who try to tell us about decency and justice.
This Movie, however, has nothing to tell and so it makes a sport of it. The actors are fantastic, to say the least, but it's all for nothing. And since they have nothing to preach they are allowed to make films because they are not dangerous to the swinery.
I cannot tell much more without Writing a spoiler but I wanted to Review this film because it tells about a moral code that seems lost today. Today everybody in America seems so committed to business that they would not react like the man above because I hear of no such stories although there must be a billion of them around and seemingly nobody is reacting on them.
Maybe it will happen some time and then it will come like a big Avalanche and sweep most of it Clean - who knows? If it happens though, it will be the end of all business and the beginning of decency.