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Pennebaker's access to the legendarily private troubadour enables us to witness Dylan's shifting moods as he performs, relaxes with his entourage (including then lover Joan Baez, road manager Bob Neuwirth, and poker-faced manager Albert Grossman), and jousts with other musicians (notably Animals alumnus Alan Price and Scottish folksinger Donovan), fans, and press. It's a measurement of the filmmaker's acuity that the conversations are often as gripping as Dylan's solo performances. Grossman's machinations with British promoters, Baez's hip serenity, a grizzled British journalist's surrender to the fact of Dylan's artistry, and the artist's own taunting dismissal of a clueless sycophant are all absorbing.
With the exception of the studio recording of "Subterranean Homesick Blues," the live performances (including five newly restored, complete audio tracks excised from the original film but included on the DVD version) are constrained by crude audio gear. Their urgency, however, is timeless, as is Pennebaker's film, a legitimate cornerstone for any serious rock video collection. --Sam Sutherland

It was such a long time ago
Wonderful film that will turn you into a Dylan fanThis film shows Bob's manager cursing and threatening a hotel worker, Bob Dylan yelling and going crazy over someone throwing glass(very funny), Great concert footage and footage of Bob singing in hotel rooms, Bob making the press look stupid, Bob's sly manager milking BBC people for every dollar in order to get Dylan to perform for them, Dylan completely ignoring Joan Baez as she sings, Dylan making jokes about Donovan, Dylan smoking every second, Dylan's card video for Subterranean Homesick Blues, Dylan being swarmed by fans and screaming for people to get a girl who jumped on his car off, Bob meeting a crazy old lady who acts like she is someone big in England and shows off her power by telling Bob and his friends to stay at her mansion (very strange), Bob obsessing over what number his songs are on the charts and what his picture looks like in the paper, so on and so on.
Just buy this movie if you like Dylan, if your just starting to like him, if you never heard of him. It is a welcome relief from today's bad music with overly scripted artist who can't play instruments and who don't write the words to the songs they sing. After watching this you?ll want to download all of Dylan?s songs.
Don't Look Back

The Hunter Becomes the HuntedI found Jason Patric to be the least believable character in this story. I'd find hard to believe that a Soviet tank driver, even if he were to disagree with his superiors or the war, would suddenly join the Afghans in fighting his compatriots; this would be just as unlikely as an American soldier disagreeing with his superiors and then joining the North Vietnamese. The best performance was that of George Dzundza who played the hard and tempered tank commander. The movie follows the tank as it wanders lost through the desert like a wounded animal being stalked by hunters. The film has a definite cat and mouse theme to it.
Altogether an enjoyable action movie that is well paced with good acting.
Great flick; despite the tactical inaccuraciesBuy this movie, you won't be disappointed!
One of my fav war movies

THE King of Pop
Amazing Capsule Of MJ's Artistic AbilityThe performance at MTV's Video Music Awards is worth the price of this item alone. Michael's breathtaking dancing, singing, and ad-libbing are simply ingenious!!
Additional must-haves include Scream (with sister Janet), They Don't Care About Us, and Stranger In Moscow.
I really wish they had included the original version of Blood On The Dancefloor instead of the remix, but it's still great to watch.
Highly recommended for any fan or music fan!
KING OF POPTHE DVD
1.PROGRAM START
2.teaser-elaborate teaser showing micheal jackson as a huge statue.
3.BILLIE JEAN motown 25- an amazing performance of micheal jackson singing billie jean and doing moonwalk for first time- here he shows his amazing talent - in this performance u think it cant get any better than this but yet he ceases to amaze me - performances keep getting better. 5 star performance
4.BEAT IT- classic mj video great dancing - good song 4.3 stars
5.LIBERIAN GIRL- ok/ catchy song with alot of appearances by celebritys - very rare video- 3 stars
6.SMOOTH CRIMINAL-this one i rank up there with billie jean- here he outdoes himself again showing his amazing talent and dancing abilitys- 5 star performance
7.1995 mtv video music awards-another amazing performance- my personal favorite along with smooth criminal- here he does many songs in a mix of some sort and shows many diffrent dances and it amazes me how he can switch so quick into the diff dances -one of a kind performance - 5 stars
8.THRILLER- classic masterpiece /great performances by all- 5 stars
SIDE TWO
1.SCREAM- innovative original video with sister janet- very cool video - 4 stars
2.CHILDHOOD-pretty good video -3.5 stars
3. YOU ARE NOT ALONE- not one of my favorites but still good video/ shows micheals sensitive side- 4 stars
4.EARTH SONG- beautiful video - have to see it to believe it -5 stars
5.THEY DONT CARE ABOUT US- so so video / fun to watch- 3.5 stars
6.STRANGER IN MOSCOW- diffrent type of video yet beautiful-3.8 stars
7.BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR- the worst video on whole disk - i didnt like this song or video at all but the other videos make up for this one - 1 star( this just wasnt micheal jackson- it wasnt his style ) i expect more from this - hes more talented and hes shown that in his past but maybe he just wanted to try somthing diffrent
8.BRACE yourself-3.5-4 stars
SO I RECOMEND THIS DVD TO ANYONE - any pop music lover or micheal jackson fan - even if ur not a big micheal jackson fan u will be after veiwing this collection and this dvd is also good for chronicaling some very memorable video masterpieces.


Ali in actionIt's not really a boxing documentary, because it has very little of the actual fight. I was disappointed in that. What it does have is a lot of Ali running his mouth (which he did so well). Being somewhat younger, I wasn't around for Ali's heyday. We always hear how great Ali was, but the Ali we see today, is the man stricken with Parkinson's. To see Ali in his finest form, was pretty cool. These weren't formal interviews or press conferences, but everyday Ali showboating for a camera. In this respect, it was a very pro-Ali film (to the victor goes the spoils I guess).
My complaints (besides lack of boxing):
It spends excessive time showing some of the clips from concerts with James Brown, B.B. King, and etc. They're great musicians, but I watched the movie to see boxing and boxing-related things, not a music video.
It spends another length of time, talking about how the fight was tying roots of blacks back to African and such. I thought it was bit of hogwash, because the fight was in Zaire only because the dictator of Zaire paid the 10 million for the fight: no other reason.
In summary, a very good film if you want to see Ali in action. If you want to see a lot of the fight, don't get this.
American Journey, African PropsWhen the "Rumble in the Jungle" promoters traveled to Zaire in 1974, they were entering one of the worst disaster zones in post-colonial Africa. Fourteen years earlier, Joseph Mobutu had seized power after torturing and murdering Patrice Lumumba, the leader of the nationalist movement and Zaire's first Prime Minister. He did so with the help of the CIA, who had fingered Lumumba as a potential troublemaker. Mobutu's government (which lasted until his overthrow in 1997) was brutally repressive when it bothered to govern at all. Even by the standards of African strongmen, Mobutu was a monster, and this was as clear in 1974 as it is today. Yet almost no one in "When We Were Kings", either the subjects of the documentary or present-day commentators, has anything to say about it. The fact that Mobutu was a dictator is mentioned only is passing, and is quickly shrugged off. He was an African leader, seems to be the attitude. They're all dictators. What do you expect? Then it's on to Ali's inspired riffing for the press and the inner workings of the rope-a-dope.
If Gast's film were only about boxing, its cynicism might just be bearable. After all, no one pictures Don King losing sleep over geopolitical niceties. But "When We Were Kings" also has a political agenda. It wants to depict a heady moment in the Black Power movement when African American luminaries traveled to Africa to express solidarity for the people of that continent. For the Americans in the movie, the trip to Africa was a profound exploration of their heritage and identity. We see Ali moved by the experience and don't doubt that he's sincere. It's just not clear what the Africans got out of the deal. They seem mostly just props in the first worlders' journey of self-discovery. In one of the movie's few interviews with an African, a man recalls how Ali's visit was a bright spot in the lives of many of his countrymen, who were generally having a hard time of it. That's about the best "When We Were Kings" can do by way of justification. Given the circumstances, this silence is galling. Maybe Ali could have come up with a clever rhyme for "let them eat cake."
Of course, it's a fact that many post-colonial governments were and are dictatorships, and Africa got more than its fair share. A certain degree of cynicism about third-world politics is realistic. But when the subject is Africa, a whole other level of cynicism comes into play: not only do you accept injustice; you don't even have to rationalize your acceptance. There's no way back in 1974 a left-wing Chilean-American boxer would have taken part in a title bout staged by Augusto Pinochet. Nor would Muhammad Ali have fought in the U.S. in a match bankrolled by a black gangster with known ties to white supremacists. So why does Mobutu's dog-and-pony show get a pass? The culprit appears to be the need on the part of the African Americans in the movie to romanticize Africa. (Tellingly, almost no one says the word "Zaire.") In one scene, Muhammad Ali stands in the cockpit of an African airliner. He expresses amazement at the fact that blacks can fly a jet plane, then amazement at himself for having ever thought otherwise. It's a powerful moment. You can see how a black man like Ali would crave an idealized image of Africa to serve as armor against the insidiousness of racism back home. Unfortunately, idealization comes at the price of ignoring a continent's worth of reality. In order to raise your fist, you have to close your eyes.
In his scathing criticism of "Heart of Darkness", the Nigerian novelist Chinua Achebe accuses Joseph Conrad of a particular sort of racism. What bothered him was the way that Conrad used an entire continent and its people as nothing more than a foil for European introspection: "Africa as setting and backdrop which eliminates the African as human factor." "When We Were Kings" is about as far from racist as a movie can get, but it still falls into Conrad's trap. Here the backdrop is a romantic notion of an African motherland, and the human factor is the reality of the brutally oppressive Mobutu regime. Gast may have gone all the way to Africa to get his footage, but the mindset of his film never left home.
The ThrillaAs documentaries go, it's never less than thoroughly entertaining, with great commentary from Norman Mailer and George Plimpton, and great performance footage of James Brown and BB King.
Far superior than Michael Mann's flawed "Ali" biopic. There's no re-enactment of fight footage that can replace the real thing.


Ali in actionIt's not really a boxing documentary, because it has very little of the actual fight. I was disappointed in that. What it does have is a lot of Ali running his mouth (which he did so well). Being somewhat younger, I wasn't around for Ali's heyday. We always hear how great Ali was, but the Ali we see today, is the man stricken with Parkinson's. To see Ali in his finest form, was pretty cool. These weren't formal interviews or press conferences, but everyday Ali showboating for a camera. In this respect, it was a very pro-Ali film (to the victor goes the spoils I guess).
My complaints (besides lack of boxing):
It spends excessive time showing some of the clips from concerts with James Brown, B.B. King, and etc. They're great musicians, but I watched the movie to see boxing and boxing-related things, not a music video.
It spends another length of time, talking about how the fight was tying roots of blacks back to African and such. I thought it was bit of hogwash, because the fight was in Zaire only because the dictator of Zaire paid the 10 million for the fight: no other reason.
In summary, a very good film if you want to see Ali in action. If you want to see a lot of the fight, don't get this.
American Journey, African PropsWhen the "Rumble in the Jungle" promoters traveled to Zaire in 1974, they were entering one of the worst disaster zones in post-colonial Africa. Fourteen years earlier, Joseph Mobutu had seized power after torturing and murdering Patrice Lumumba, the leader of the nationalist movement and Zaire's first Prime Minister. He did so with the help of the CIA, who had fingered Lumumba as a potential troublemaker. Mobutu's government (which lasted until his overthrow in 1997) was brutally repressive when it bothered to govern at all. Even by the standards of African strongmen, Mobutu was a monster, and this was as clear in 1974 as it is today. Yet almost no one in "When We Were Kings", either the subjects of the documentary or present-day commentators, has anything to say about it. The fact that Mobutu was a dictator is mentioned only is passing, and is quickly shrugged off. He was an African leader, seems to be the attitude. They're all dictators. What do you expect? Then it's on to Ali's inspired riffing for the press and the inner workings of the rope-a-dope.
If Gast's film were only about boxing, its cynicism might just be bearable. After all, no one pictures Don King losing sleep over geopolitical niceties. But "When We Were Kings" also has a political agenda. It wants to depict a heady moment in the Black Power movement when African American luminaries traveled to Africa to express solidarity for the people of that continent. For the Americans in the movie, the trip to Africa was a profound exploration of their heritage and identity. We see Ali moved by the experience and don't doubt that he's sincere. It's just not clear what the Africans got out of the deal. They seem mostly just props in the first worlders' journey of self-discovery. In one of the movie's few interviews with an African, a man recalls how Ali's visit was a bright spot in the lives of many of his countrymen, who were generally having a hard time of it. That's about the best "When We Were Kings" can do by way of justification. Given the circumstances, this silence is galling. Maybe Ali could have come up with a clever rhyme for "let them eat cake."
Of course, it's a fact that many post-colonial governments were and are dictatorships, and Africa got more than its fair share. A certain degree of cynicism about third-world politics is realistic. But when the subject is Africa, a whole other level of cynicism comes into play: not only do you accept injustice; you don't even have to rationalize your acceptance. There's no way back in 1974 a left-wing Chilean-American boxer would have taken part in a title bout staged by Augusto Pinochet. Nor would Muhammad Ali have fought in the U.S. in a match bankrolled by a black gangster with known ties to white supremacists. So why does Mobutu's dog-and-pony show get a pass? The culprit appears to be the need on the part of the African Americans in the movie to romanticize Africa. (Tellingly, almost no one says the word "Zaire.") In one scene, Muhammad Ali stands in the cockpit of an African airliner. He expresses amazement at the fact that blacks can fly a jet plane, then amazement at himself for having ever thought otherwise. It's a powerful moment. You can see how a black man like Ali would crave an idealized image of Africa to serve as armor against the insidiousness of racism back home. Unfortunately, idealization comes at the price of ignoring a continent's worth of reality. In order to raise your fist, you have to close your eyes.
In his scathing criticism of "Heart of Darkness", the Nigerian novelist Chinua Achebe accuses Joseph Conrad of a particular sort of racism. What bothered him was the way that Conrad used an entire continent and its people as nothing more than a foil for European introspection: "Africa as setting and backdrop which eliminates the African as human factor." "When We Were Kings" is about as far from racist as a movie can get, but it still falls into Conrad's trap. Here the backdrop is a romantic notion of an African motherland, and the human factor is the reality of the brutally oppressive Mobutu regime. Gast may have gone all the way to Africa to get his footage, but the mindset of his film never left home.
The ThrillaAs documentaries go, it's never less than thoroughly entertaining, with great commentary from Norman Mailer and George Plimpton, and great performance footage of James Brown and BB King.
Far superior than Michael Mann's flawed "Ali" biopic. There's no re-enactment of fight footage that can replace the real thing.


Can't Help But LaughSomewhere along the way Hollywood decided films like 'The Private Eyes' weren't suitable for production. Not being a student of film or pop culture, I'm not really sure why. It probably cost next-to-nothing to make, is thoroughly enjoyable, and is suited for virtually any audience -- one could watch this with grandma or their drinking buddies.
Regardless, the world has changed, so thankfully we have little gems like this to remind us of how things ought to be. So while my buddies can rave about crap like the 'Matrix Returns,' I'll settle down and watch Conway and Knotts bungle their way through 90 minutes of side-splitting joy. Call me corny, but gags like the time pistol, which goes off every hour, or the never-ending supply of homing pigeons (gone awry) are priceless.
Sure, guys like Chris Tucker are funny, but I just can't see them pulling off any bit that doesn't involve dope, profanity, and/or both. That's not a knock on today's comedy, but anyone who's a fan of the art will get a kick out of 'the Private Eyes.'
Full-0-Laughs
Even teens will laugh at this one!We have all enjoyed this movie and continue to enjoy it, in fact it is a favorite with both of my teenage daughters and they love to bring it out whenever they have friends "hang out".
Order it today and ENJOY!


Diverting if not filling.It's fun to see Marlon Brando playing against type as a rumpled state psychiatrist intrigued by his new patient who claims to be the world's greatest lover and, judging by all of the women who long to be with him, seems to be able to back up that claim. Johnny Depp also is great fun to watch, as he suavely inhabits the role of the Don. And Faye Dunaway has a funny grace as Brando's wife, alternately bemused and charmed by her husband as he goes about bringing the romance back to their 32-year marriage. But the major problem with this film is that, good as they are individually, Brando and Depp don't really have the chemistry between them when they're onscreen together. You never get any sense of why the crusty Brando is so taken with Depp's Don, and that feels like a loose cog in what would otherwise have been a satisfying film. Brando and Dunaway, however, DO have that spark, and their onscreen pairing works quite well. And Depp DeMarco is so engaging on his own that he carries the viewer through any missteps.
So, a nice, charming little film that didn't set the world on fire when it was released initially but still makes for a nice low-key evening's entertainment, as long as you're in a forgiving mood.
glorious love, impetuous youth.The actors were all fantastic. The relationships felt completely appropriate. When Brando and Depp were sparing, the chemistry crackled and the electricity flowed. Brando's scenes with Dunaway were also wonderful. I loved the fellow that played the chief of staff, "Madrid?"
The fables that Depp's character spun to support his claims were as fantastical and entertaining as those of 'Schaherazade', and just as exotic. The scene when he is presented to the sultana was a riot. "I still didn't understand why I was require to be in drag!"
Enjoy this one. Its unique.
I Love This Movie

2.8 out of 5
One of the Best Films I have EVER seen!
Best Movie Ever!!!!

an embarassment to the musical genre!
A Wonderful Movie, One of Kelly's Besttenor voice, and Oscar Levant's acid wit and genuine musical talent all add to the film's value. And of course, there are those Gershwin songs! All Gene Kelly fans should watch AN AMERICAN IN PARIS -- it's one of his best movies, along with SINGIN' IN THE RAIN and ON THE TOWN.
S'wonderful...and s'marvelousAs for the plot, it is relatively simple: Boy meets girl, doesn't know she's a friend's girl, falls in love with her and (we suspect) she with him. After a while, they agree not to hurt his friend and part but are eventually reunited. As I said, a relatively simple plot. What sets An American in Paris apart from most other musicals are its great music and dancing, of course, but also an especially thoughtful and witty script by Alan Jay Lerner. (His screenplay earned him an Academy Award.)I also enjoy the dream sequences, notably when Cook imagines himself performing the Concerto in F and then later when Mulligan brilliantly dances his way through the title symphony. The exteriors in Paris shot by cinematographers John Alton and Alfred Gilks are certainly charming. Their work earned them an Academy Award. Director Vincent Minnelli probably received substantial assistance from Kelly who was the film's choreographer. In all respects, this film had a superior cast and crew.
Image and sound are certainly clearer in the DVD format. Regrettably, the "Features" which accompany this classic film are unworthy of it. Presumably their number and quality will soon be improved. With regard to this film's future, my guess (only a guess) is that this film will remain popular only so long as the Gershwins' music does. In other words, for a long time to come.


an embarassment to the musical genre!
A Wonderful Movie, One of Kelly's Besttenor voice, and Oscar Levant's acid wit and genuine musical talent all add to the film's value. And of course, there are those Gershwin songs! All Gene Kelly fans should watch AN AMERICAN IN PARIS -- it's one of his best movies, along with SINGIN' IN THE RAIN and ON THE TOWN.
S'wonderful...and s'marvelousAs for the plot, it is relatively simple: Boy meets girl, doesn't know she's a friend's girl, falls in love with her and (we suspect) she with him. After a while, they agree not to hurt his friend and part but are eventually reunited. As I said, a relatively simple plot. What sets An American in Paris apart from most other musicals are its great music and dancing, of course, but also an especially thoughtful and witty script by Alan Jay Lerner. (His screenplay earned him an Academy Award.)I also enjoy the dream sequences, notably when Cook imagines himself performing the Concerto in F and then later when Mulligan brilliantly dances his way through the title symphony. The exteriors in Paris shot by cinematographers John Alton and Alfred Gilks are certainly charming. Their work earned them an Academy Award. Director Vincent Minnelli probably received substantial assistance from Kelly who was the film's choreographer. In all respects, this film had a superior cast and crew.
Image and sound are certainly clearer in the DVD format. Regrettably, the "Features" which accompany this classic film are unworthy of it. Presumably their number and quality will soon be improved. With regard to this film's future, my guess (only a guess) is that this film will remain popular only so long as the Gershwins' music does. In other words, for a long time to come.