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...moons of Jupiter are in orbital conjunction (a near-impossible astronomical occurrance) and the monolith floats into that orbit and disappears. Bowman follows it and enters what Clarke calls the time-space warp, a zone "beyond the infinite" conceived cinematically as a five-minute three-part light show, and intercut with frozen details of Bowman's reactions...
...monolith has previously guided man to major evolutionary and technological progression, it leads Bowman now into a realm of perception man cannot conceive, an experience unbearable for him to endure while simultaneously marking a new level in his progress. The frozen shots intercut with the light sequences show, debatably, Bowman's horror in terms of perception and physical ordeal, and his physical death: the last of many multi-colored solarized close-ups of his eye appears entirely flesh-colored and, if we are justified in creating a color metaphor, the eye is totally wasted, almost subsumed into a pallid flesh...
...John Gielgud and Irene Worth, begins: "Twenty-four million people ... 12 million illiterate . . . half of Spain is owned by 20,000 people." Scenes of old farmers and young boys, clumsily drilling in work clothes, grinning with hope as they go to the front, running helter-skelter into battle, are intercut with shots of Franco's disciplined soldiers and Hitler's crack Condor Legion. At war's end, boys and grizzled men are marched off by the victorious Nationalists to be shot, and the sound track quotes French Novelist Georges Bernanos: "They seized them each evening in remote...
...thirds of the film-is a self-contained story so absorbingly pictured that some cinemagoers may feel a letdown when there seems nothing left to fight but the Germans. But Director Henry King makes the most of his only combat sequence: a trim, exciting pattern of re-enacted shots intercut with official U.S. and German wartime film...
...wonderful epitomizing shot-three French noblemen drinking a battle-health in their saddles-is like the crest of the medieval wave. The mastering action of the battle, however, begins with a prodigious truck-shot of the bannered, advancing French chivalry shifting from a walk to a full gallop, intercut with King Henry's sword, poised for signal, and his archers, bows drawn, waiting for it. The release-an arc of hundreds of arrows speeding with the twang of a gigantic guitar on their victorious way-is one of the most gratifying payoffs of suspense yet contrived...