A good idea. A very good. . . idea. Slothrop: Legions of our humble fans who don't know how to use the comment button emailed Slothy directly asking for a fuller review of this here film. As far as Slothy can tell, watching people run around in circles for no reason whatsoever seems like not only a great idea but like a riveting film that could not possibly go wrong. Defend thy accusations you talking Gorilla!
Koko: Yes, watching people running in circles for no reason does make for a riveting film. Unfortunately, most of the movie--an athlete's kitchen sink drama made at the height of John Osborne mania--involves no running, no circles, but only angry young men--cast about twenty years too old, by the way, like all those pre-Zeffirelli postmenopausal Juliets--merely considering the prospect of running as mean old moms, predatory friends, and the nonspecific evil of authority conspire to change Young Goodman Brown into cheerfully cynical, no-trumpet-playing Jimmy sans squirrels, then back into Young Goodman Brown. This was not an original movie. It was better as Look Back in Anger.
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