Showing posts with label Claudia Cardinale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Claudia Cardinale. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 November 2025

Movie Review: The Salamander (1981)


Genre: Political Thriller  
Director: Peter Zinner  
Starring: Franco Nero, Anthony Quinn, Martin Balsam, Eli Wallach, Christopher Lee, Sybil Danning, Claudia Cardinale  
Running Time: 96 minutes  


Synopsis: In Italy, a military general is murdered, triggering concerns about a potential Fascist takeover plot. Colonel Dante Matucci (Franco Nero) of the internal security services investigates with the help of his mentor Captain Steffanelli (Martin Balsam). The murdered general's mistress Lili Anders (Sybil Danning) is revealed to be a spy for leftist sympathizers, and Dante's further sleuthing leads him to industrialist Bruno Manzini (Anthony Quinn), the scheming General Leporello (Eli Wallach), Director of Counterintelligence Prince Baldasar (Christopher Lee), and a torture specialist known as The Surgeon. Eventually, Dante's life is threatened as he gets close to uncovering a dangerous conspiracy. 

What Works Well: This Lew Grade production adapts the Morris West book with no shortage of ambition and an admirable deep dive into political machinations, Italian style. The entirely-on-location cinematography captures sun-drenched landmarks and lavish interiors without succumbing to travelogue stereotypes. Jerry Goldsmith's music score adds further gloss, but the main attraction is a dream international cast, none of them stretching but all of them competent. 

What Does Not Work As Well: Despite the efficient running time, the pace is plodding, most scenes consisting of stiff individual interactions between Matucci and a lineup of shady suspects. A few bursts of action attempt to punctuate proceedings, but these are more clumsy than effective. Few of the plot details make any sense, with the antagonists suspiciously passive as the investigation unfolds. In a world populated by the villains on display here, Captain Matucci would have disappeared in short order.

Key Quote:
Matucci: Do something Italian, Lili. Change sides.



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Saturday, 20 February 2021

Movie Review: Don't Make Waves (1967)

A comedy with plenty of romantic entanglements, Don't Make Waves is frivolous and rarely funny.

Carlo Cofield (Tony Curtis) is driving across the United States to a new start in California. On the outskirts of Los Angeles he accidentally tangles with aspiring artist Laura (Claudia Cardinale) and loses all his possessions. Out of pity she invites him to sleep at her beach house, where Carlo finds out Laura is the mistress of swimming pool company executive Rod Prescott (Robert Webber).

An enterprising type, Carlo quickly finagles a job with Prescott and meets his wife Diane (Joanna Barnes). He mingles with the beach community of muscle heads and beach bunnies, and is immediately smitten by Malibu (Sharon Tate), a sky diver and the girlfriend of bodybuilder Harry (David Draper). Carlo also secures a suspiciously cheap dream beach house of his own and a Rolls Royce as he sets out to win Malibu's heart, but much trouble lies ahead.

A flimsy celebration and satire of the Los Angeles beach community, Don't Make Waves features plenty of talent engaged in embarrassing antics. Tony Curtis, Claudia Cardinale and director Alexander Mackendrick are all much better than this dross, and they don't come close to saving an inert script (somehow three writers are involved) adapting the Ira Wallach book Muscle Beach.

The attempts at humour include the excitable Laura frequently breaking into frantic Italian, and Carlo demonstrating a remarkable ability to sell swimming pools to whoever does not need one. But he is still dumb enough to swim among a gaggle of surf boards, earning a deserved bonk on the head, and he does not think to ask any questions when an idyllic house falls into his lap at seemingly no cost (the house later reveals its faults in a non sequitur climax).

Meanwhile Sharon Tate, in the first of her films to be released, is reduced to a bikini-clad sex pot with hardly any lines of dialogue. Mackendrick repeatedly lingers on her body in a distasteful display of juvenile salaciousness, although almost everyone here is shirtless for long stretches.

Rod is possessive of Laura, who imagines a romance with Carlo, who lusts after Malibu and uses an astrologer to convince her dim boyfriend Harry sex is bad for his bodybuilding. And with this level of ineptitude, Don't Make Waves sinks without a trace.



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Monday, 18 May 2020

Movie Review: Escape To Athena (1979)


A World War Two comedy thriller, Escape To Athena is lazy, hazy, and tonally uncoordinated.

It's 1944, and on an occupied Greek island Germany's Major Otto Hecht (Roger Moore) oversees an archeological dig. The forced labour is provided by assorted Allied prisoners of war including Professor Blake (David Niven), Sergeant Judson (Richard Roundtree), and Rotelli (Sonny Bono). Hecht is content sitting out the war and keeping some treasure for himself; Blake obliges by recycling the found artefacts to keep the dig going.

In a nearby village SS commander Major Volkmann (Anthony Valentine) is ruthlessly suppressing the population, while Zeno (Telly Savalas) is leading the local Greek resistance using the whorehouse run by Eleana (Claudia Cardinale) as his HQ. The arrival of talent show performers Charlie Dane (Elliott Gould) and Dottie Del Mar (Stefanie Powers) as new POWs at Hecht's camp adds a new dynamic. Charlie has his eyes on ancient treasure hidden at a local monastery, while Zeno is anticipating an allied invasion and has his orders to move against the occupying Germans.

Emitting the strong stench of a group vacation for underemployed Hollywood stars, Escape To Athena develops ugly blisters in the Greek sun. The Lew Grade production directed by George P. Cosmatos attempts to recreate the classic vibe of movies like The Guns Of Navarone but falls embarrassingly flat. While the setting, uniforms and vehicles hold promise, Cosmatos is never able to assemble them into anything other than settings, uniforms and vehicles waiting in vain for a breath of inspiration. Lame humour rubs against context-free action and plenty of explosions, but all momentum is lost in a stupefyingly bland opening hour.

As the parade of stars galavant across the screen, none are properly introduced or provided with anything resembling a backstory, creating an  emotional void that devours the film. And so the actors default to importing luggage from other projects. Roger Moore continues with the worst of his Bond womanizing mannerisms; Elliot Gould believes he is recreating MASH; Richard Roundtree has no idea what he is doing and gets maybe 10 words of dialogue; and Sonny Bono reads his lines off the nearest tree. Telly Savalas was not told this was a semi-comedy and plays the Greek resistance leader absolutely straight, adding to the tonal confusion.

The second half is marginally better and features three action set-pieces, slapped together but still decent: the mish mash of Allies first attack the German troops in the village; then destroy a submarine refueling depot; and finally assault a monastery high up in the mountains. And still Cosmatos' grip on the material is ghastly. At one point a group of unidentified underwater divers surface to join a battle, just because. Then for no apparent reason a massive intimidating rocket is rolled-out mid-battle complete with mirror-helmeted starship troopers in attendance. The rocket plays no meaningful role in the movie.

Of course the stuntmen do all the work, and all the explosions do not obscure Escape To Athena as a collection of random scenes cobbled together in the futile hope that the editors can create sense out of nonsense.






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Sunday, 26 May 2019

Movie Review: All Roads Lead To Rome (2015)


A romantic comedy set in Italy, All Roads Lead To Rome deploys a meek plot in service of a travelogue.

Recently divorced journalism teacher Maggie (Sarah Jessica Parker) heads off to Italy for a vacation in Tuscany, where she spent one summer 20 years ago. Maggie has forced her teenaged daughter Summer (Rosie Day) to accompany her on the trip, although the sullen and rebellious Summer would much rather be with her no-good boyfriend Tyler, who wants her to take the rap for a drug charge.

Once in Italy Maggie quickly reconnects with her lover from youth Luca (Raoul Bova). His stubborn mother Carmen (Claudia Cardinale) has secret plans of her own. Summer and Carmen form an unlikely escape alliance, jump into a red Alfa and head to Rome. Maggie and Luca race after them in a yellow econobox.

Clocking in at exactly 90 minutes, All Roads Lead To Rome is a frivolous foreign frolic. The story is contrived, the slow countryside chase unnecessarily prolonged at every opportunity with witless plot points. The one and only objective is to showcase the Tuscany landscape, and director Ella Lemhagen fills about half her movie with shots of either the red car or the yellow car traversing the idyllic scenery.

The time spent on the road should provide ample opportunities to delve into the four characters, but only the most rudimentary dialogue exchanges are allowed to interrupt the pretty pictures. As a result, once the chase makes it way to Rome the significant attitudinal changes required to achieve the multiple happy endings are sudden, jarring and utterly unconvincing.

With the bickering between Maggie and Luca often stalling their ancient sub-compact in neutral, the Alfa contains the film's few positives. Claudia Cardinale's crusty performance occasionally threatens to rescue the film, her eyes still sparkling with spirit at 77 years old. And Summer's moment of romantic awakening on a dusty Italian country road is the one welcome and clever twist.

Otherwise All Roads Lead To Rome is pretty to look at, but as predetermined as the title suggests.






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Sunday, 27 January 2019

Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Movie Review: The Professionals (1966)


A sturdy western with a stellar cast, The Professionals features an arduous cross-border rescue mission traversing an unforgiving desert, with plenty of time for shifting allegiances, character surprises and well-executed action.

Early in the 1900s with a Mexican revolution still raging, American businessman Joe Grant (Ralph Bellamy) hires a group of four mercenaries to rescue his kidnapped wife Maria (Claudia Cardinale) from the clutches of Mexican revolutionary leader Raza (Jack Palance). The hired men are gunnery expert Rico (Lee Marvin), explosives master Bill Dolworth (Burt Lancaster), scout and archery ace Jake Sharp (Woody Strode) and respected horse trainer Hans Ehrengard (Robert Ryan). Rico and Dolworth used to be part of the revolutionary forces, fighting alongside Raza.

Rico leads the group across arid terrain towards the guerrilla leader's headquarters. Along the way they have to navigate through treacherous canyons, fend off bandits, and survive extreme heat and exhaustion. Once they arrive near Raza's compound Rico has to devise a plan to infiltrate the camp and rescue Maria from under the nose of the ragtag revolutionary army, but many surprises await.

Directed, written and produced by Richard Brooks, The Professionals carries a Magnificent Four type premise, with slightly less charisma but more plot twists. Brooks keeps the action moving and regularly inserts skirmishes with assorted bandits to keep the gunplay quotient up and establish the credentials of the professionals ahead of the showdown with Raza. Good production values and magnificent Coachella Valley scenery captured by cinematographer Conrad L. Hall elevate the film to a visual treat.

The character interaction scenes are not as effective. The four men do not have sufficient definition to convey depth. Dolworth is a free-wheeling womanizer, Hans is older, more feeble and generally out of place. Sharp says little and Rico is the stoic leader. Other than Dolworth being more money-driven and lascivious than the others, Brooks is unable to generate much in the way of personality.

Both the action and the moral dilemmas improve once the group arrives at Raza's compound. The attempt to extract Maria generates the central plot twist, and the subsequent plot elements unfold with renewed urgency. The professionals get to question their purpose, their quest and their motives, and Dolworth, the most mercenary among them, will have the biggest questions to answer.

The impressive cast members share the screen time, with Marvin and Lancaster most prominent. Marvin's Rico fits straight into the actor's screen persona as the unflappable team leader, while Lancaster struggles to convince as a more jovial dynamite specialist with a carefree attitude. Ryan, Strode, Palance, Cardinale and Bellamy are thoroughly competent but don't get much to work with in terms of texture and intensity modulation.

The Professionals are a lively bunch, well worth accompanying on their difficult mission. They may lack some wit and wisdom, but they make up for it in loud and efficient execution.






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Sunday, 22 March 2015

Movie Review: Circus World (1964)


A dull and bloated drama, Circus World (also known as The Magnificent Showman) is a seemingly endless visit to the big tent, where the human interaction is lifeless and the characters uniformly uninteresting.

It's early in the 1900s, and Matt Masters (John Wayne) and his sidekick Cap Carson (Lloyd Nolan) run a circus operation. Steve McCabe (John Smith) is one of the handsome stars of the show, while young Toni (Claudia Cardinale) has a bit-part. Toni is being raised by Matt after her father, the famous aerial acrobat Alfredo Alberto, died while performing and her mother Lili (Rita Hayworth) ran off. Matt was in love with Lili at the time and never emotionally moved on from the great love of his life.

Matt decides to take the circus on a tour of Europe, potentially because he is still looking for Lili. Disaster strikes at the first stop in Barcelona, when the transport ship capsizes and all the circus equipment is lost. Matt, Cap, Steve and Toni have to start anew, and they accept work with a rival touring circus company with Matt maintaining his search for Lili while saving money to restart his own show. He connects with Toni's uncle Aldo Alfredo (Richard Conte), who may still blame Matt for his brother's death. Finally Matt and Lili do meet, with Lili living a destitute and nomadic life in Europe. Matt gives her the chance to restart her career, but both of them are unsure how to reintroduce Toni to her long-missing mother.

Directed by Henry Hathaway and co-written by Ben Hecht, Circus World is an ambitious but troubled Samuel Bronston production. Originally slated to be directed by Frank Capra, the film attempts to safeguard the John Wayne western persona within an entirely different milieu. It just does not work. Wayne struts around issuing orders and wanting badly for the circus to represent the wild west, but all around him the script is littered with cringe-inducing moments, witless drama, laughable dialogue and inconceivable character motivations.

The problems are too many to overcome. Cardinale was 26 years old at the time of filming, and although she is game, she just can't pretend to be the teenager demanded by the script. The slow-burning, decades-spanning love that is supposed to simmer between Matt and Lili takes forever to materialize on the screen. Lili makes her appearance halfway through the 135 minutes of running time, and is then reduced to a few hesitant scenes. Hayworth was reportedly a horror to work with on the set, potentially suffering from both alcoholism and early symptoms of Alzheimer's disease, and she is neither convincing as a love interest nor as a trapeze artist making a comeback.

John Smith as Steve McCabe is simply bland, and the attempts to spark a romance between McCabe and Toni falter. Worst of all, some of the film's key moments are simply flubbed: the causes of the incredibly sudden ship disaster are never even discussed, and the evil intent supposedly residing within Aldo Alfredo, who may have been behind scary threats against Toni as well as a damaging fire, is left completely unresolved.

Hathaway at least makes the film look gorgeous. Filmed in something called Super Technirama 70 (but promoted as Cinerama), Circus World is visually rich and saturated in colours, with an admirable level of kinetic energy sweeping across the screen, particularly in the numerous circus show segments. And Hathaway finally finds a pulse in the late catastrophic fire scene that injects some much needed momentum. But Circus World is more circus show than real world, and it's ultimately down to the big animals and silly clowns to provide desperate relief from the turgid drama.






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Monday, 4 March 2013

Movie Review: The Pink Panther (1963)


An attempt at suave comedy, The Pink Panther is a plodding, mostly unfunny farce. A caper involving the attempted theft of a large diamond quickly skids off the road into antiquated flat jokes and an unconvincing romance.

At an exclusive ski resort in Europe, expert jewel thief Sir Charles Lytton (David Niven), better known as The Phantom, has set his sights on stealing the famous and massive Pink Panther diamond owned by the deposed Princess Dala (Claudia Cardinale). The diamond has a flaw that resembles the image of a panther, but is nevertheless worth a fortune. Sir Charles gets close to his target by attempting to romance the Princess.

Also at the resort is inept French Inspector Jacques Clouseau (Peter Sellers), tasked with putting an end to the Phantom's crime spree. A bungling idiot, Clouseau's speciality is walking into fixed objects and knocking things over, mostly himself. Clouseau's wife Simone (Capucine) is The Phantom's silent partner and lover, helping to plan and pull off the thefts. With Sir Charles' nephew George (Robert Wagner) making a surprise appearance and adding to the reigning chaos and raging lust, the theft of the Pink Panther will not be an easy task.

The Pink Panther climaxes with a wild costume party, a favourite plot device for director Blake Edwards, with various cast members decked out as gorillas or knights in clunky armour, and blundering attempts to break into a safe and steal the diamond. Earlier, there is an interminable scene with Sir Charles and his nephew George simultaneously caught in Simone's hotel room and having to hide under the bed and in the bathtub as Inspector Clouseau unexpectedly barges in on his wife. It's all supposed to be hilarious, but the script by Edwards and Maurice Richlin causes the odd chuckle at best. The timing is slow, the actions and dialogue a lot more dull than smart, and the shenanigans contrived rather than calculating.

The romance between Sir Charles and Princess Dala is warmed-over rather than spicy, with Niven and Cardinale unable to generate meaningful heat. The bed-hopping escapades centred on George are best described as infantile, Robert Wagner never appearing sure as to his role in the movie.

Peter Sellers as Clouseau induces the most sympathy and a few good laughs, but tripping over every conceivable object gets old fast. In his first movie appearance, Clouseau is missing the supremely bloated self-importance that would become key to his character in future outings. Here, Clouseau is just a dim police inspector seemingly unable to stay on his feet, and wrapped tightly around the finger of his devious wife.

The humour and the romance may be flat, but at least the Henry Mancini score brings some stylish respect to the film. As the actors fall all over themselves, the gracefully drawn panther sneaks his way to fame, moving to a magically languid tune.






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Sunday, 2 September 2012

Movie Review: Once Upon A Time In The West (1968)


One of the greatest films ever made, Once Upon A Time In The West is film-making as breathtaking art, a strong contender for the best Western of all time, and an unforgettable viewing experience. Sergio Leone's crowning achievement is both an homage and a perfect example of the genre, combining traditional elements with a sweeping tale of an era's end enhanced by five unforgettable characters, while the music, cinematography, and editing set new standards of excellence.

It's the age of westward rail expansion. At a small train station on the way to the town of Flagstone, the mysterious Harmonica (Charles Bronson) disposes of three men sent to kill him. Meanwhile, Frank (Henry Fonda) leads a group of men and they viciously kill Brett McBain (Frank Wolff) and his children, at McBain's isolated Sweetwater farm. Frank, who is doing the land-clearing dirty work for semi-crippled rail tycoon Morton (Gabriele Ferzetti), tries to pin the McBain family murder on local outlaw Cheyenne (Jason Robards).

Harmonica: And Frank?
Snaky: Frank sent us.
Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?
Snaky: It looks like we're... it looks like we're shy one horse!
Harmonica: You brought two too many. 

To Frank's surprise, McBain had recently married Jill (Claudia Cardinale), a New Orleans prostitute, and she arrives at Sweetwater just in time to complicate Morton's attempt to seize the land. Both Harmonica and Cheyenne support Jill in holding her ground and not fleeing her isolated new home: Harmonica needs to draw Frank into a showdown for his personal reasons, and Cheyenne does not appreciate being falsely blamed for the murder of children. With Jill's intransigence causing friction between Morton and Frank, Harmonica and Cheyenne need to guard against each other while plotting to protect Jill; end Frank's reign of terror; and fulfil Brett McBain's unlikely dream.

Morton: Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them.
Frank: People scare better when they're dying. 

After The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly, Leone thought he was done with Westerns. But offered a large budget and the opportunity to work with Fonda, he created a timeless epic.With an intricate story involving five compelling characters finding their destiny in shifting times, a wondrous Ennio Morricone music score, and dazzling camerwork by cinematographer Tonino Delli Colli, Once Upon A Time In The West is a superlative achievement.


The main theme is creeping modernity represented by the rail line transforming the West from rule by the gun to influence by the dollar. Men like Harmonica, Frank and Cheyenne have little to offer the coming new world. While Harmonica and Cheyenne know their place, Frank is caught between two worlds, seduced by Morton's business methods but unable to give up his old ways of getting things done through abject violence. The drama swirls around Jill, who represents the bridge between the old and the new, giving up the rough life of a whore for the noble role of frontier woman.

Leone wrote the script with Sergio Donati, from a story that Dario Argento and Bernardo Bertolucci helped to conceive, and collectively they used the traditions of the Hollywood western as a fountain of unlimited ideas. But Once Upon A Time In The West also establishes its own majestic identity and soars to a higher standard, thanks to audacious narrative twists and an unmatched emphasis on artistic style where the slow, tension-filled build-up to every event is as important as the event itself.

Henry Fonda built his career playing morally upright roles standing on the side of right, and his against-type casting as the ruthless villain Frank is a stroke of genius. He delivers a chilling performance, literally a child killer, his ice-cold blue eyes emanating an utter lack of emotion as he makes his way West, gathering property and riches on behalf of Morton.


Frank: How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders? The man can't even trust his own pants.


Harmonica is more a title than a name, and Bronson was born to play a mission-driven man who influences events but says very little. His eyes and sorrowful tune carry the burden of a haunted past and a burning desire to impart revenge for an injustice that will remain a mystery until the final 10 minutes.

The showiest and most human role belongs to Jason Robards as the bandit Cheyenne. Stopping just short of being the noble savage, Robards plays Cheyenne as the outlaw resigned to a jagged life of recurring capture and escape, observing the territory that he operates in getting smaller as men like Morton expands the reach of the law. Cheyenne is nothing if not a survivor, able to meet, understand and control every challenge, including identifying true allies like Harmonica although they may look like the most dangerous of enemies.

The fundamental changes inevitably moving west are represented by a woman. Claudia Cardinale is surprisingly excellent as Jill, representing civilization's shift in search of a better future. Sensual and not hiding neither her past nor her vulnerability, Cardinale's Jill has limited time to untangle the agendas of three men who immediately descend on her in Sweetwater. Effectively sparring with Cheyenne, doing enough to live through her encounter with Frank, and trusting her instincts as Harmonica helps to uncover her destiny, Jill uses all her survival tricks to withstand a most unexpected introduction to life at the western end of the rail line.

Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself. And even call in your men. Well. No woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water, and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory.
Cheyenne: You make good coffee, at least?

Money and investment are the drivers of all change, good or bad, and Gabriele Ferzetti as the railroad tycoon Morton rounds out the quintet of characters. Morton started his journey on the Atlantic coast and will not rest until he lays eyes on the Pacific, despite the debilitating effects of tuberculosis in his bones. Morton's physical frailty only serves to heighten the increased importance of commerce over violence to resolve disputes. Whether he himself succeeds or not, the future belongs to men who wield influence from a distance.

Morton: How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank? 
Frank: Almost like holding a gun... only much more powerful.

Morricone creates an orchestral musical theme for each of Harmonica, Frank, Jill and Cheyenne, music that is distinctive for each character yet beautifully interlinked into a rich soundtrack that adds immeasurably to the powerful elegance of the movie. The music enhances an endless sequence of breathtaking images and exquisitely constructed scenes, Leone and Delli Colli conspiring to capture outstanding landscapes, unexpected angles, tight close-ups and heightened drama with the most patient pacing.

Frank: Morton once told me I could never be like him. Now I understand why. Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive.
Harmonica: So, you found out you're not a businessman after all.
Frank: Just a man.
Harmonica: An ancient race. Other Mortons will be along, and they'll kill it off.
Frank: The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you. 'Cause I know that now, you'll tell me what you're after.
Harmonica: ...Only at the point of dyin'.
Frank: I know.

The opening credit sequence, with three of Frank's men waiting for Harmonica to arrive, is a study in astoundingly imaginative filmmaking. Woody Strode, Jack Elam, and Al Mulock as the three gruff killers sent by Frank to eliminate Harmonica, help to turn those ten minutes into screen gold. But Leone also finds magic in a simple shot of a camera rising above the Flagstone train station to reveal the sprawling town that has taken a root as a result of rail expansion, Leone capturing in one frame the essence of the movie. And leaving the best until near the end, the final epic showdown, including the mythologically-captured flashback to the source of Harmonica's internal rage, complete with a surreal archway in the middle of nowhere, is a candidate for the most outstanding scene ever placed on film.

Jill: Will you come back someday?
Harmonica: Someday.

Once Upon A Time In The West is a masterpiece, an artistic achievement that transcends any one genre and stands among the all-time most eloquent examples of cinematic success.






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