I enjoy reading Richard Brody because he is intelligent and insightful but I can never trust his taste. This is so trite and dull the only suspense is wondering whether you will be able to make it to the end without committing hara-kiri. I decided to stay alive and live to see another day.
The Lysistrata scene seems eminently logical and makes the anti-gun message more convincing. But what makes this is the star power of Jimmy Stewart and Marlene. When he speaks softly as if to himself (sort of like Eliot Gould in The Long Goodbye) we lean in to listen. And the more heightened the drama, the more perfect the pose Marlene strikes. Another testament to Old Hollywood glamor. They don't make them like that anymore.
I feel the reviews here miss the point. This is an intentionally de-romanticized view of the sixties that was made during the time it is portraying. There is no nostalgia in this telling. The people are not pleasant. They are lost like many hippies were. So the movie is depressing and sad like life sometimes is for some people. You can be lost and never found again. You can lose yourself. The Pink Floyd score is great and the cinematography is by an all time cinematic genius: Nestor Almendros.
Almost nobody reads my lists or reviews. So why do I write them?
My guess (uncertain just like everything) is it's a process of self-definition (or self-creation?). By delineating what I like I say something about what I am.
I think in this sense, guilty pleasures are more revealing than great films we love. The flaws we overlook show us more nakedly. I have no shame when I say that Chungking Express and Together are two of my favorite movies…