The Third Man
Cert: PG / 104 mins / Dir. Carol Reed / Trailer
Phoenix Picturehouse. Arthouse audience, Sunday afternoon. Coughing, sneezing, fidgeting, talking, more badly behaved than the Friday night crowd in a multiplex.
Movie's sound only run through front/centre speakers (ie none of the surrounds) and volume not raised to compensate. Film so quiet that the auditorium's air-conditioning unit was drowning out the dialogue at several points. Combination of low-volume, muffled audio-mix, mumbled dialogue, thick 'foreign' accents and frequently un-subtitled (and untranslated) german dialogue meaning that the intricacies of the plot were borderline impossible to follow. Worst performance from a child-actor of all time. Unable to care about characters or plot. So bored by ferris-wheel sequence that actually started to fall asleep.
Frankly average film 'restored' by someone who hasn't listened to it, and ruined by poor presentation in an establishment which claims to be passionate about cinema.
Fucking treat it like one, then.
I did, and it wasn't.
TV. Rainy afternoon. BBC2.
I hope not.
I'd say no; many would disagree.
I'll ask you to explain yourself, put it that way.
The Third Man stars Orson Welles, who lent his vocal cords to Unicron in the 1986 Transformers movie, a film which also starred Corey Burton, the voice of Count Dooku in Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
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