The Last Picture Show Reviews
The performances, the direction, the writing, the cinematography; it's all vivid and brilliant. Speaking to the pains and pleasures of growing up in a small town.
Only a few coming-of-age films truly capture the way that teenagers live, move, and breathe. There's Richard Linklater's DAZED & CONFUSED, George Lucas' AMERICAN GRAFFITI, and, most importantly, Peter Bogdanovich's master work in question.
The Last Picture Show is terribly melancholic, terribly "hot" and terribly beautiful. This is one of the best movies of all time. Thank you Peter for this masterpiece.
This is one of those films that took advantage of the removal of the film code. Gratuitous sex & fetishistic exploitation of the rating system. Indistinguishable from The Graduate or Nashville or Midnight Cowboy, in this sense. They all suffered from the very same thing. Seems as though it was written by a teenage boy trying to live out his high school fantasies on film, since clearly they were never experienced in his teen years. And this boy was actually given access to a film crew (!?).
Typical modern cynical attack on universal morality, social norms, etc. Trying to take everything that is considered honorable & valuable & turn it into something cynical, twisted & most of all, sexual. These movies are LOVED by critics, who are the biggest pervs of all. Here, humans are nothing more than libidinic animals with secret sex fantasies that must be satisfied at all costs. This tells us more about the filmmakers than anything. 2 hours of sexual indulgence, & then everything falls apart at the end, culminating with the requisite empty dustbowl town shot at the end... THE quintessential critics' film (so cliche. exact same as Raging Bull, Brokeback Mountain, etc.). Just cultural & cinematic pornography.
(the only thing that even bordered on poignant were the scenes involving sam & his quite excellent performance).
But seriously...good luck finding one scene where somebody isn't have sex.
The death scene at the end was more predictable than Ritchie Valens' in La Bamba.
(And can Cloris Leachman EVER stop crying?? seriously)