“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Even Hitler Had a Girlfriend (1992)
Some hail this a masterpiece and compare it to a Beckett play; those people are called delusional. Made for almost nothing, this is the story of a chubby guy in a dead-end job who has no social life, so he ends up alone watching porn. Then he decides to blow what money he has on hookers. There's an implausible resolution, but it's a long time coming (puns unintended). Essentially, this was an excuse to film naked girls by a guy for whom hiring girls to be naked on screen is an accomplishment. Most of the film is an interior monologue narration, but that's just because they couldn't sync sound, not because they're trying to make a point or be artistic. There are attempts at humor and one or two work, but that just points out that the film doesn't know whether to be a black comedy or a serious psychodrama.
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Does this have anything to do with the rather great Mr. T Experience song of the same name, or is it a Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead scenario?
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