Word: dumbness
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...mask is stripped away, and he reveals his own doubts about her fidelity. The transition from dumb old chump to jealous husband is disconcerting in its suddenness, but otherwise effective. Larry Bryggman is good as Duff, the husband, and Josephine Lane is out-standing as his wife Beth...
...spectacle pretends to justify itself, of course. Throughout the massacre, dumb, stupid Honus wanders in a daze, finally coming to recognize the criminality of American imperialism and the unchecked evil that is the Army to which he has pledged his loyalty. The sequence ends with Honus vomiting in disgust, while, for some unfathomable reason, the focus blurs to spare us this ultimate indignity...
...discerned "the beginning of wisdom in inter-racial contact", and sought-ever so indefatigably-to encompass "broader cooperation with the white rulers of the world," offering a chance for peaceful development of black peoples, and an avoidance of catastrophic race war. If only the whites, "the deaf and dumb masters of the world," could recognize that such cooperation with blacks on the bases of equality is in their own interests . . . This heritage can still be seen in the NAACP of which he was a founder-member. He may have been wrong in this belief in inter-racial cooperation, proved wrong...
...Unfortunately, filmmaker Don Shebib seems to have had little on his mind except his low-budget, and little to communicate but a warm feeling towards his Canadian environs. He has carried dramatic restraint to a fault, earnestness to dullness. He has, in short, made what Peter Schiedabl called "a dumb film about dumb people"; but where that reviewer could still praise the film for capturing the texture of a hand-to-mouth existence, I cannot. Shebib simply hasn't made it interesting: his insights are only tangential to his subject matter...
...dead; though today's fighters don't go twenty-five or thirty rounds, though tickets to a good fight now cost as much as seats for a ballet, when Italian legions scream "Nino!" a gut-level nationalism is present; and when Clay returns to floor a dumb (if scrappy) Irish fighter like Quarry, and a stronger Oscar Bonavena, the crowd roars for him not only as a boxer, but as a surrogate warrior fighting for appealing politics and style...