This extremely affable western about a couple of outlaws on the run feels like the direct ancestor of your average Marvel movie.
I get why some people probably love this virtuoso exhibition of physical comedy by Peter Sellers, but not only is it super racist, I think it should be re-titled “Social Anxiety: The Movie.”
A lightish drama about interracial marriage that came out the same year it became legal nationwide. But is it a good movie?
Is it a hard hitting drama about small town life? Is it a musical? The answers lie in Kevin Bacon’s angry dancing.
Sidney Poitier has to solve a murder in a small southern town that hates him. A great social movie but kind of a blah procedural.