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...film has now achieved more or less legitimate distribution in Los Angeles and Manhattan, where it plays under the alias Censorship in Denmark: A New Approach. In San Francisco, de Renzy took the movie from what he jokingly calls his "sleazy lust house" in the tenderloin to a theater in the respectable Marina district. "We just couldn't fill up the theater with sex freaks," says de Renzy. "We are pitching to a much broader, middle-class audience." Not counting upcoming bookings in Seattle and Washington, D.C., the $15,000 venture has grossed some $800,000 in half...
...escape the clutches of some typically greasy and grinning desperadoes. The nun tags along with the adventurer, and her presence causes him considerable discomfort. He ogles her across the campfire every night and takes heavy pulls on his bottle of whisky to still his mighty but unrighteous lust. Screenwriter Albert Maltz would probably call this comic irony. After too many of these interludes, Eastwood delivers dynamite to some rebels and joins them in an attack on a fortress, during which the nun reveals herself as a true camp follower ("Well, I'll be a . . ."). MacLaine quickly shucks her habit...
...side, law-and-order, honor, country, decency pitted against treason, anarchy, filth, immorality. On the other, freedom, justice, "the people" against entrenched power, blind chauvinism, blood lust and repression. Two visions: two ghastly caricatures: accepted as truths by more and more Americans...
Andreas Winkleman (Max von Sydow) is an inhabitant of that vital Bergmanian metaphor, an isle off the Swedish coast. Bearded, racked, his Christlike face appears to be a skull in rented skin. Indeed, his humanity is as transient as his lust. Andreas' only "friend" is Elis (Erland Josephson), a corrupt architect who shrewdly offers Andreas his money and haplessly lends him his frigid wife Eva (Bibi Andersson). She proves but a temporary distraction...
MacGowran's cunning anthology of Beckett is at root the celebration of man's fear and lust for death. "Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringlv. The gravedigger puts on the forceps," or, "Oh I know I too shall cease and be as when I was not yet . . . Often now my murmur falters and dies and I weep for happiness as I go along and for love of this old earth that has carried me so long and whose uncomplainingness will soon be mine...