An all-time classic.

In contrast, Billy is of the past; a dying symbol of an age without borders, limits, or legal restraints.

Irene Jacob is as lovely as human beings get, and the story is irrelevant in many ways…

Lee Marvin was never one for conversation or debate.

As usual, Kurosawa lets us in gradually, through an examination of
pained ritual and bursts of spontaneity that are invariably punished.

Over forty years after it was first released, Martin Ritt’s not only hasn’t aged a bit, it has actually grown in stature.

Once again, it is easy to become enveloped in this world as it plays out as it must, without tidy resolutions or soothing homilies.

All that we are, then, is how we manage in the face of death.

Evolution gives bigoted superstition a well-deserved stomping.

One of the finest character studies of the cinema.