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Dr. Strangelove, or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love
the Bomb
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The first. The great grandaddy of all things manautotentatic, and still
one of the best. The right hand of the good doctor remains, to this day,
one of the most enegmatic hands in the business. While obviously antagonistic,
it's origins are unexplained and unknown. Is it a demon? a malfuntioning
cybernetic attachment? or was it a posessed glove? I certainly don't know,
and am inclined to doubt that even Strangelove himself could say for sure.
The Cold War is in full swing, an on lonely Burpleson Air Force
base, Brigadier General Jack Ripper (Sterling Hayden) declares that
Russia has attacked, and sends a message to his planes that they
are to retaliate, with extreme prejuduce (which is to say, mighty
ka-boomery). Unfourtunately, Ripper is simultaniously drunk, crazy,
and wrong. It's up to Group Captain Lional Mandrake (Peter Sellers)
to get the code neccesary to stop these troops to President Merkin
Muffley (Peter Sellers), and the rest of the war cabinet, including
the titular ex-Nazi science adviser, Doctor Strangelove (Peter Sellers)
before the B-52 flown by Majo T.J. Kong (Peter Sellers
Slim Pickens) can illustrate said ka-boomery.
The film is witty and relatively fast-pased, jumping from the base
to the war room to the plane en route to Russa (inexplicibly without
Peter Sellers, though it is navigated by a young James Earl Jones),
yet never feels rushed or confusing. The actors do a great job,
with the most notable being the ubiquitous Mr. Sellers. His work
with his own hand is fabulous, if minimal. Yes, this is one of the
least manautotentatic movies on this site, as Dr. Strangelove's
hand only punches him once, and tries to embarrass him twice (by
attempting giving the president a zieg heil), but it was handled
with enough penache, sheer style, to spawn a genre, that I can't
help but love it. Strangelove is obviously not unfamiliar with his
unhelpful appendage, he gives off a weak smile and phony chuckle
to the crowd in the war room everytime it turns awry, like one would
with a misbehaving pet. It's like a bad rash, something you deal
with and hope goes away.
The doctor's hand tries to give him a hug. A neck hug.
Rating: Even with scarcely existant attacks, the movie was top notch,
and the hand was a true gem. Thumb!
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