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That Touch of Mink (1962)
Garthbarnes is .... insular and myopic
The review that is currently displayed as the most helpful, written by someone with the nom of Garthbarnes, displays the inability to experience and appreciate film as an art form framed by the culture of its time. This is typical of self-righteous ignorance.
I don't see why the reviewer bothers to watch movies from other eras at all. He would probably be happiest discounting anything produced prior to the emergence of his own personal world-view.
To those who find these comments harsh, I can only say that the reviewer has already punished himself more thoroughly than ever I could. He has embraced myopia and insularity. To my mind, this means he has failed as a human being.
I'm no fan of Doris Day; but this is a delightful sex romp from another era. Cary Grant is always delightful; and Audrey Meadows is a treat. It is also a treat to watch a young John Astin in a deliciously slimy role, which he plays well. Gig Young always strikes me as terribly pathetic, since he plays so well on the screen while his real life was such a disaster. Richard Deacon appears, too; unbilled, I think.
Simply Irresistible (1999)
Puling petulance is not criticism
Cipher-J's shallow screed entitled "Wholly Incompatible!" strives for eloquence but manages only petulance. It is, I suppose, to be expected in this day and age, when the ability to read is no longer necessary to graduate from high school, that a viewer could watch this film and somehow miss the obvious: that, in the end, the boy could not resist the girl, despite his Darrenesque reservations. (That's an allusion to "Bewitched," Cipher-J.) Characterizing someone or something as irresistible implies struggle; it implies that someone tried to resist, and couldn't. Shazam! That's exactly what we see! Is that ironic, or what? Cipher-J, thy nick is well-chosen.
I liked this movie. I liked the characters. I thought it was sweet. It made me feel good. Sarah Michelle Gellar is hot. No, it didn't heighten my political consciousness. It didn't make me want to write a 2,000-word essay on Sartre and his influence on modern cinema. It merely made me happy. Isn't that what it's supposed to do?