...is that they are thoroughly unlike those standard Hollywood flicks where the endings are happy, the baddies get punished or die, and no animals ever get harmed during production: despite all the "Hollywood Babylon" clichés, the stench of moralistic fiction rising from its Studios is normally unbearable.
Not here. Has anyone noticed the regret in Harrison Ford's eyes, just before the movie's end? He hugs his dutifully rescued bland wife, and fighting back his tears he whispers "I love you baby". Alas, not to her: to the soul of the fragile, exciting, dangerous, scandalous little drifter who died in his arms; and to the brief dash of "walking on the wild side" that, for a few precious days, brought excitement - and guilt feelings, given the circumstances - in an otherwise very respectable and utterly boring life. Those who can't connect with that, can always watch Harrison Ford in films directed by Steven Spielberg.
Not here. Has anyone noticed the regret in Harrison Ford's eyes, just before the movie's end? He hugs his dutifully rescued bland wife, and fighting back his tears he whispers "I love you baby". Alas, not to her: to the soul of the fragile, exciting, dangerous, scandalous little drifter who died in his arms; and to the brief dash of "walking on the wild side" that, for a few precious days, brought excitement - and guilt feelings, given the circumstances - in an otherwise very respectable and utterly boring life. Those who can't connect with that, can always watch Harrison Ford in films directed by Steven Spielberg.