This Film Left Me Stunned
Could there be any more stagebound a masterpiece than Iceman? Or more mortifyingly dull a subject than a room full of Bowery drunks? Why anyone would want to get all this on film -- and expect to pull it off -- is beyond me.
But that is exactly what John Frankenheimer did, with a stellar cast, more than one of whom was already staring death in the face at the time of production.
I don't see any point in enumerating every great scene, or awesome bit of dialogue, or laboring the matter. I just hope there is a fan base for this film besides myself. Any takers?
There, daddy, do I get a gold star?