January 16, 2008
The previously mentioned Susan Sarandon never looked better or acted worse than in Atlantic City. Burt Lancaster, who is the grandfather we always wanted, is damn near giddy over murder here and is almost lovable for it — call it the inverse of his turn as J.J. Hunsecker in Sweet Smell of Success, which is virulently sleek and one of my favorite performances ever. Louis Malle, who I’m trying to get into, is not as fanciful or experimental as I had been lead to believe. Maybe Elevator to the Gallows orGoodbye, Children will be more new wave, less choreographed with obvious visual symmetry, i.e. Atlantic City being reborn in the late ’70s mirroring the rebirth of old school Lancaster’s numbers runner and suffocating Sarandon’s would-be blackjack dealer. See this movie, but maybe only do it for the scene with Sarandon and the lemons. You’ll know what I mean.

The previously mentioned Susan Sarandon never looked better or acted worse than in Atlantic City. Burt Lancaster, who is the grandfather we always wanted, is damn near giddy over murder here and is almost lovable for it — call it the inverse of his turn as J.J. Hunsecker in Sweet Smell of Success, which is virulently sleek and one of my favorite performances ever. Louis Malle, who I’m trying to get into, is not as fanciful or experimental as I had been lead to believe. Maybe Elevator to the Gallows orGoodbye, Children will be more new wave, less choreographed with obvious visual symmetry, i.e. Atlantic City being reborn in the late ’70s mirroring the rebirth of old school Lancaster’s numbers runner and suffocating Sarandon’s would-be blackjack dealer. See this movie, but maybe only do it for the scene with Sarandon and the lemons. You’ll know what I mean.

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