Word: celluloidal
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...undone by talkies. Alcoholism and poverty followed the decline. It was not until the '50s that he was rediscovered and merchandised in Ford commercials and films like Beach Blanket Bingo. Such travesties are happily omitted from the Rohauer restoration. Instead, there are the fabulous originals, now preserved on celluloid stock -works like The General, a Civil War comedy which could have been photographed by Mathew Brady, and the complex and hilarious Navigator, deservedly Keaton's biggest moneymaker...
...began to learn about rock 'n' roll, and to please her, they began to learn about the blues. By the time of the Monterey Pop Festival in June 1967, after months of hard practicing in Haight-Ashbury, they were ready. The documentary film Monterey Pop is the celluloid affidavit of their triumph...
...fulfillment. Nicholson sends the items on the table, amber water glasses, placements, and all, crashing toward the floor, there is a jump cut, and we're on the road again. It's a curious, but persistent form of emotional poverty, one which eats at the movie like acid on celluloid...
...comrades is an indelible vignette of the inhuman condition, where the aging pick the reputations of their fallen comrades, like buzzards wheeling over cadavers. In the background hover the symbolic figures of deaf-mutes, youths whose voices, like many Spaniards', cannot be heard. Yet Tristana is no celluloid editorial. Whatever its impetus, it ends with disguised love. The music of the voices, the soft light, the national tone of resignation illuminate a country of bottomless tradition where even a career anarchist and antichrist like Buñuel must, at last, be overwhelmed by the past...
...incomprehensible direction, Gould strives to leaven a sodden lump of a movie. His role is that contemporary stereotype, the creative Manhattanite who thinks himself into a granny knot. However fascinating Gould's mumblings and stumblings may be, they are scarcely enough to sustain 90 minutes of pointless celluloid...