Word: reelingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds...
...hackle-raising reel or so, the good guys are whiplashed, stomped on and strapped to chairs in a steamy cell of the impregnable Szarhaza prison. Their efforts to fight off insanity from mind-obliterating drugs are compellingly chronicled. Their subsequent prison break is skillful skulduggery, handled in the finest tradition of cinema suspense. Director Phil (Hell to Eternity) Karlson and Star-Producer Widmark have managed to take a script that is awash in cliches, plunge it into an authentic setting, surround it with sound historical and technical data, and photograph it with an admirable tightness and edgy excitement...
...just seems to be longing wistfully-with the audience-for the fun that used to be. The script offers only an occasional chuckle. General: "Hurry up; General Eisenhower is waiting." Danny: "Well, tell him not to. I don't do him." When he is captured, Danny gets a reel and a half of pantomime in which to play a Gestapo agent, a Luftwaffe pilot, a fur-wrapped matron and Marlene Dietrich (singing Cocktails for Zwei). It's funny-but it seems to have been lobbed in because the script was getting just too dull for words...
This Kafkaotic little (15 minutes) fable, created by Raymond Polanski, a 19-year-old student at the Polish film school in Warsaw, mingles slapstick and horror with a screw-loose intensity seldom seen on screen since Emil Jannings went berserk in the last reel of The Blue Angel. What does it mean? Obviously nothing favorable to Poland's Communist society, but one guess is as good as another. One guess: in an evil world, virtue is an unbearable burden...
...begins a fresh, charming, witty piece of intellectual slapstick, a two-reel silent spoof of modern painting that is just as funny as Day of the Painter (TIME, Sept. 12) but much more subtle in comment and adroit in technique. The work of a 27-year-old New Yorker named William Kronick, Bowl was filmed at 16 frames a second and is shown at 24, with an arresting result: the picture moves across the screen, as the old silent comedies did, with a tic-quick impetuous energy and innocence that delightfully heighten...