Or How America Gained Its Independence Even Though Tom Dobb of New York Looked Out Only for Himself: "Ain't my fight." It becomes his, however, after his son has the soles of his feet lashed to the bone. But even then -- even when the son gets his musket sights on the very man who lashed him -- there is no real emotional rush. (Nor even any unintended fun: both Al Pacino and Nastassja Kinski speak so near to whispers that they effectively disguise whatever their accents are supposed to be.) This is an historical re-creation of merciless realism, if by realism we mean things like dreary color, unstructured crowd scenes, and an unsteady camera to give a feel of "immediacy," as well as things like unanesthetized surgery, a hatpin stuck into a man's sex organs, and a hairy facial mole the diameter of a nickel. With Donald Sutherland; directed by Hugh Hudson. (1985) — Duncan Shepherd
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