The previous _peplum seen was also a GM one, but this one's better right from the beginning, and _unreluctantly so—a bit more adult yarn, aimed at teenagers as opposed to kids
. This one at least has a rousing, knockout score, signed by none other than Giombini. It also has slightly better production values, a sense of playfulness, etc.. It's a bit more colorful, sexier, violent enough, the protagonists are the gods Vulcan, played by Iloosh Khoshabe, Mars—played by Roger Browne, while Venus is the delightful Annie Gorassini; there are Vulcan and Mars on Earth, Mercury and Pluto in Olympus, Thracians, Sicilians, Neptune, various barbarians with raping propensities.
Emimmo Salvi, Bella and Gordon are movie pals that have met more than once; someone seemed intent on promoting Bella, who has nice thighs, Gordon is credited as a genuine star, here they don't have any scene together.
And yet these outmoded fairy tales with athletes also express my willingness to indulge in a free, unrestrained physical life.
Sets, cast, broads, score, fights, effects, production values.
A movie should never be chided for cheapness—but for stupidity, lack of ability, etc..
Neither Gordon M., nor Cameron M., were original Mitchells; the first was a (Ch.) Pendleton, the second was a Mitzel. This one was almost 5 yrs older than the strongman.
You might have already noticed that these newer, more playful reviews, are governed by overtly social, not aesthetic norms; that is, they transcribe more of a social awareness—chatting with my audience—than an uncompromisingly aesthetic one, as once. Now my writing is molded by social concerns.
Emimmo Salvi, Bella and Gordon are movie pals that have met more than once; someone seemed intent on promoting Bella, who has nice thighs, Gordon is credited as a genuine star, here they don't have any scene together.
And yet these outmoded fairy tales with athletes also express my willingness to indulge in a free, unrestrained physical life.
Sets, cast, broads, score, fights, effects, production values.
A movie should never be chided for cheapness—but for stupidity, lack of ability, etc..
Neither Gordon M., nor Cameron M., were original Mitchells; the first was a (Ch.) Pendleton, the second was a Mitzel. This one was almost 5 yrs older than the strongman.
You might have already noticed that these newer, more playful reviews, are governed by overtly social, not aesthetic norms; that is, they transcribe more of a social awareness—chatting with my audience—than an uncompromisingly aesthetic one, as once. Now my writing is molded by social concerns.