Movie Review - Mad Love
Mad Love (1935)
directed by Karl Freund
rating: 4 out of 5 cravats
on DVD from the vaults
When David Denby trots out that old chestnut about seeing Lawrence of Arabia on the big screen a long time ago ("With a groan, I tried to suppress memories of a camel train making its stately way across a seventy-foot-wide screen"), you find yourself wondering if Hollywood's golden age was really as boring as people who hate black-and-white movies say it was. Maybe it all only works as nostalgia - some displaced affectation for well-tailored tuxedos and snappy goodbyes. Then you watch something like "Mad Love," and realize that old movies are great for, among many other things, being terrifically fucked up.
directed by Karl Freund
rating: 4 out of 5 cravats
on DVD from the vaults
When David Denby trots out that old chestnut about seeing Lawrence of Arabia on the big screen a long time ago ("With a groan, I tried to suppress memories of a camel train making its stately way across a seventy-foot-wide screen"), you find yourself wondering if Hollywood's golden age was really as boring as people who hate black-and-white movies say it was. Maybe it all only works as nostalgia - some displaced affectation for well-tailored tuxedos and snappy goodbyes. Then you watch something like "Mad Love," and realize that old movies are great for, among many other things, being terrifically fucked up.
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