Editor, Film Freak Central
Splendor in the Grass does everything this movie does, better. But I like that it draws a direct line from racism to antisex, and I can't remember another film of the era that says the problem with prudes is nothing isn't dirty, so their worldview doesn't allow for innocence. Troy Donahue and Sandra Dee are such empty vessels, though, that I picture them reproducing in some bizarre animal way that involves laying eggs underwater, standing as far apart as nature allows.
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I hate this movie for all its cutesy quoting of Wrath of Khan while trying and spectacularly failing to sublet its gravitas. I hate it for casting the whitest actor on Earth as a man named Khan Noonien Singh. I hate it for the way that every shot in the back half is a three-ring circus of lens flares, cluttered sets, and CGI embellishments. I hate it for turning Spock into Sheldon from "The Big Bang Theory". I hate it…
Kathy Bates has this beautiful moment at the end of the film where she worries about living alone with her husband of 35+ years for the first time in decades "because what if he doesn't like me?" It made me angry that I'd spent the last 100 minutes watching this movie instead of that one.