A classic I hadn’t seen.
When, say, in a hotel bedroom with a TV I find an old black and white movie it doesn’t take much to make me happy, and if I encountered this movie, it would be a feast. However, rented from Netflix as a classic I hadn’t seen (nor had I read the classic novel, another fact causing me guilt), I find it a little labored and, workman-like. Like Marty (a more recently watched movie), it felt a little dumbed-down. I think probably there are good things going on with cinematography that I’m not noticing, because I'm too busy with the story. The old problem of no one to really sympathize with, a limitation of mine I grant.
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