Love loving watching movies, sitting back, and also breathing.
One of the most human things I’ve watched in a really long time and a perfect microcosm of the American Dream vs the American Reality. This could have been 3 hours longer and I would have watched it happily.
Don’t need to like or even care about basketball in the slightest to enjoy this.
Simply stunning. Robert Mitchum is a terrifying force of nature in this movie, giving a performance you rarely see in movies. Part of it is cool and in control, while the rest of it is unhinged and downright scary. At one point Mitchum let’s out a scream that sent actual chills down my spine. He feels unstoppable for most of the movie, and I think the religious aspect of it amplifies that feeling a lot.
The other standout for me…
There is a moment in this movie where Ralph Graves brings a blanket to a sleeping Barbara Stanwyck that really got to me. Her reaction to that was incredible. I loved that moment, but Stanwyck’s range of emotion is really something to behold throughout the entire thing. She goes from comedic powerhouse to emotionally lovestruck effortlessly. It’s too bad this movie had an emotionless blob as her counterpart, because I think it’s the main thing keeping it from being great.