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This modern day film-noir boasts an exceptionally a dark atmosphere, dark characters and gloomy comments by the central protagonist. It has sex, money and danger. It works quite well until the final denouement. Noir movies frequently had convoluted and sexually deviant endings. The way this one ends, however, is just dumb. The protagonist promises a cruel revenge - which, in his situation, is not surprising - but then he forgets all about it. He is so terribly enamored of this seductive femme fatale, who he succumbs to, intoxicated with passion, to the sound of a saxophone, only to almost totally erase her from his mind. The main mystery around which everything revolves should have remained unrevealed and so it leaves viewer confused at just why it saw the light of day at all, and in such unlikely circumstances. IN A NUTSHELL: Playing at film-noir in sunny suburbia.

The enthralling story of three brothers and their group, which survived a series of ups and downs. Looking at them, it occurred to me how important the appearance of singers is nowadays. Do any not too good-looking female singers with fantastic voices exist, or do producers always pick them for just their looks and then fix their voice in the studio? It's plain unfair: there are plenty of not-so-attractive male singers today, but a different standard applies for women. The Gibb brothers were no beauties, but they sure could sing and write songs.

Robert Redford, that blond hunk, the prototype of the all-American boy and such a creative and inspiring man! However, the French documentary - not surprisingly - places an overwhelming emphasis on his political activism.