Raging Bull, by Albert W. Vogt III
How many boxing movies is too many? I ask because I wonder if the recent volume of them that I have viewed pushes up against some imaginary border. All the Rocky and Creed films are enough for a life time by themselves. Yet, when Raging Bull (1980) is number four on the American Film Institute’s (AFI) 100 Greatest American Films of All Time, and…
Shazam! Fury of the Gods, by Albert W. Vogt III
Sometimes I regret the dedication I have to keeping up with The Legionnaire. I am currently visiting with some friends of mine, who have blessed me with the honor of being Godfather to their new daughter. How do I repay my good friend? By taking him to see Shazam! Fury of the Gods. Poor guy. He spent the entire day picking up…
Modern Times, by Albert W. Vogt III
Unless someone suggests another, this might be my last Charlie Chaplin film. This is not meant to be an indication of how I feel about his work. On the contrary, I have probably not said enough about how talented he was. The American Film Institute’s number seventy-eight movie in its 100 Greatest American Films of All Time, Modern Times (1936),…
The Gold Rush, by Albert W. Vogt III
One thing I sometimes rail against when it comes to actors is how there are those who are type-casted, or seem to repeatedly play the same kind of character. Having said that, who am I, really? Those who find themselves in such roles are clearly doing something right that continues to bring them work. Meanwhile, I struggle for…
City Lights, by Albert W. Vogt III
As I go through the American Film Institute’s (AFI) 100 Greatest American Films of All Time (GAFAT, I guess), I realized tonight that the shorter ones will probably be the first ones to be done. They are also not being reviewed in any particular order as there are a significant of number of them that have…
A Night at the Opera, by Albert W. Vogt III
Some days, you just have to watch a Marx Brothers movie. I will not get into the specific details as to why. They are not important. I will admit to being what some might call a hypocritical fan of their work. Of course, I have seen Duck Soup (1933). It is the entry film for their work, and a classic. It is…
The General, by Albert W. Vogt III
For reasons I could not explain to you, when we think of the silent film era, the first name that usually comes to mind is Charlie Chaplin. That statement is not meant to be ironic. Chaplin rightfully deserves his due. Yet, that era of cinema does not necessarily begin and end with the famous tramp. Those who are familiar…
The Legionnaire 