A decent film with strong performances. But man, is there so much pulp in this script that could have been cut out. You could probably trim off a good 35 minutes here and there and not lose anything important. It winds up being too slow and boring to warrant watching even for it's other merits.

84.500

Red Buttons and Miyoshi Umeki won supporting acting Oscars for their work here, but those were clearly distributed in response to the film's admirable message since the performances are merely adequate. It's more fascinating to watch Brando. He's in full-on squint and murmur mode, his naturalistic stylings so pronounced that you can fully understand why he would have inspired as much consternation as admiration as he was instigating this seismic shift in the very nature of film acting.