Joe Vandenberg

I believe I watched the whole thing--didn't eat it up, though. Still can't digest viewing it..."This is my land, this is my sky," signs Burt, to the advance Kiowa trading party. "You are welcome!" he enthuses. How generous, Burt, you Audrey Hepburn fan, you! I was 17 when this film was released. Just watched it now, 60 years later. Redhide lives still don't matter. What seems to matter, is: guns, whiskey, and smoking tobacco is what actors are asked to portray as reality. Then, Audrey, if you don't mind, would you murder your natural brother?.Okay, thanks. The End.

This film doesn't end--or, begin--just cuz someone's watching it. It's more durable than that. The cast believes they're telling a true story, and true doesn't begin, or end, with any predictable sequence of events. I look for that, in a film. No trouble. I'm looking for that anyway. You?

The premise, here, is for Helen Hunt's character to demure indebtedness in NY, for some more extravagant indulgence in Italy. We go along. It is plush. Wardrobe alone is a grand slam. Scouting locations must have been a champagne doozy, too! Okay, so it's the 1930s, not the 2020s. Ah--not really though. This movie cost up-to-date dollars to shoot. We know that. We don't care. We're flush. We're at home. We can have truffles or microwave corn. Oscar covered the tix! 🎟🎟

I asked Roger E. to scoot over to the edge of the couch. Brain waves, you know. Didn't make him any popcorn, either. This here is a slick flick about treatments. No doubt it was as a book, as well. Don't know for sure. Didn't read the book. The dreaming antagonist complains, "All that was left of my story was the title!" Hopefully, Nollywood won't pony up for a remake. Or, yikes! a sequel! Watch this film w/someone who agrees ahead to watch it twice w/you. Fab!