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God. So many of you amateur critics were not paying attention. Please don't tell me the 'jist' of the story. Don't give me some distorted, film-spliced preview version so that I can go into it thinking I'm on the right track with your unconscious blather consoling my brain. There is much to be missed seeing this film. I'll admit that I was slightly, if not very, disappionted after seeing it. But there's something there that many have ignored but instead found the time to criticize poor this and poor that. Please, just take things for what they are. Cage's debut was not a failure in artsnob society anymore than it was in making money. Its good points are and will be overlooked. -- Ok. What did I dislike of the film, if that really matters. - Please. Don't ever show Scott Caan touching a Camus novel on screen ever again. "It's good. You should read it." Don't say that he's one of your favorite young actors just b/c, i presume, of your uncle and his dad. Refrain from melodramatic calvin klein scenes in the rain, unless it's a scary movie sequel. If you're going to scalp the audience with incessant drivel, at least give us something not so recycled. And I'm sure there's more. But the biggest thing is that the script should have been reworked again and again and then more. I know--the loyalty to the author's work, but this script was really very limited. It just shows why Richard Gere turned it down for American Gigilo back when it was first written. But at least Gere wasn't in this one. Franco is great. He will live to prove that to doubters in his future career. Cage could have done much worse. And he won't have to live with making a cliche big easy picture. Harry Dean, Harry Dean. Man, what a cool cat. Mena Suvari--very surprising. And I'll check with my cajun grandpa on how good Blethyn's 2wk accent was. That's it. Peace and love to the creators and the wannabe critics. Don't get so hyped up on wordy little nonsensical wisdom your dog could think up, and learn how to embrace the whole world, even if it doesn't meet your personal mark of approval.

The thing that struck me about this movie was how much it set itself apart from similar 'treasure hunt' movies of its day. None of the acting was so overdone that it became unbareable. And the authenticity of the setting and location were extremely refreshing, peeking through the dusty cotton print that has survived. Van was actually cool. He didn't do any big cliches that was criminal. The Egyptian cast was first rate. No Peter Lorre's and miscast Europeans playing the native tongue to the ground. Jack Lee. BAM.

This movie was very corny and fun to watch. I'd never seen a Roy Rogers picture before, but my expectations were not disappointed. The stage chases really seem fast-paced, like a big budget Mummy movie. But really, the stuntmen were very good (with horses). Roy is kind of a dope, but fulfills the classic trusting cowboy a baby boomer would need for a hero. (My dad) Jane Frazee is pretty hot in black and white. But the silver screen was a sexy thing. Tito Guizar's voice is quite beautiful, singing clear melodies that remind me of old, pasty, pre-bugs bunny cartoons and merry old England for some reason. Anyway, it's worth a middle of the night view - and if you're going on your 3rd day of awake, it's entertaining. Dopey happy endings that would make John Wayne's reversable, matching red and blue flannels jealous.