Thursday, September 06, 2012
An invite to a necktie party
As far as I can remember, I’ve always liked westerns; old or new, black & white or in colour, does not matter. Guns blazing, cowboys against indians, galloping horses, dust in the wind, all that. But I have never liked the John Wayne westerns. I don’t exactly what it is in the man, that he creeps under my skin and gets on my nerves, but, anyways, luckily, John Ford outweighs John Wayne in The Searchers. Wayne or not, this is a good western.
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Vow of morbid curiosity
Frank is a man of awkward situations. He behaves very childishly and strangely for his age. You can laugh at his clumsy nature with shame. ...

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