So that room Jacqueline rents pretty much takes Marie Kondo's Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up to its inevitable conclusion.
I can completely understand why this movie is lauded but it is not for me.
Here's some thoughts I had while watching this film:
- Wow, donkeys are real furry when they are young.
- So is that the sick girl? Is she dead? Wouldn't they be more upset if she was dead?
- So everyone's grown up now and there's the whip. And there's the donkey.
- Oh, they're hitting the donkey. I wonder how they filmed that.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
War-mongering apes, a couple of bloody deaths, an atom-bomb worshipping cult who use mind control powers to inflict horrible hallucinations on their enemies. Oh, and complete nuclear destruction as a show-stopper, with a voiceover declaring the earth dead, and end credits that run in complete silence.
Typical G-rated fare from 1970.
via My 5-year old daughter's parental controlled Disney+ account.
She was a fan, by the way.
Yes, it plays like a Public Service Announcement for Middle America ca. 1967, but it is a beautifully acted Public Service Announcement.
No, it hasn't dated that well, but when Tracy gives the speech at the end, and there's Katherine Hepburn looking on, eyes overflowing with tears, knowing that this will be Tracy's last moment on screen ... well it's one of those moments where the weight of what was happening outside the movie was greater than what was going on in the movie.
And I'm not ashamed to admit, it kind of wrecked me.