sleroi
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I finally got around to watching Night of the hunter, and was rather underwhelmed.
Mitchum's marvelously creepy performance seemed rather wasted, in the sense that the movie never really generated any suspense for me. For example, the scene in the basement, where Pearl reveals her secret, quickly devolved into a cartoon.
The actress who played Shelly Winters' mother had a grating voice and was quite annoying.
And I didnt buy Shelly Winter's quick brainwashing by Mitchum. Especially after overhearing Mitchum and Pearl.
But that has to do with the awful pacing of the film. The Mitchum/Winters relationship felt rushed and forced, and the movie seemed to be building to a climax before the one hour mark. So the whole rest of the film felt like a long, drawn out epilogue.
There was plenty of beautiful expressionistic imagery, but again to what point? Uncle Bertie's discovery was beautifully macabre, but I dont understand why he felt like he would be blamed.
And after the one hour mark Mitchum, the best thing about the movie, was virtually nonexistent. And his expected return again lacked any surprise or suspense.
And what was with him screaming like a girl? Another potentially tense, suspenseful scene turned into a cartoon.
Roger Ebert called this one of the greatest American films. Im glad I watched this, and it certainly wasn't horrible by any stretch. But one of the greatest?
Mitchum's marvelously creepy performance seemed rather wasted, in the sense that the movie never really generated any suspense for me. For example, the scene in the basement, where Pearl reveals her secret, quickly devolved into a cartoon.
The actress who played Shelly Winters' mother had a grating voice and was quite annoying.
And I didnt buy Shelly Winter's quick brainwashing by Mitchum. Especially after overhearing Mitchum and Pearl.
But that has to do with the awful pacing of the film. The Mitchum/Winters relationship felt rushed and forced, and the movie seemed to be building to a climax before the one hour mark. So the whole rest of the film felt like a long, drawn out epilogue.
There was plenty of beautiful expressionistic imagery, but again to what point? Uncle Bertie's discovery was beautifully macabre, but I dont understand why he felt like he would be blamed.
And after the one hour mark Mitchum, the best thing about the movie, was virtually nonexistent. And his expected return again lacked any surprise or suspense.
And what was with him screaming like a girl? Another potentially tense, suspenseful scene turned into a cartoon.
Roger Ebert called this one of the greatest American films. Im glad I watched this, and it certainly wasn't horrible by any stretch. But one of the greatest?