Spitball Army

Bertolucci’s 1900 (1976) has frequently stunning visuals and can be operatic in its staging, but no movie should be this long. My bum hurts.

I nearly shrieked in my own living room this morning as I watched Donald Sutherland head-butt a kitty-cat to death.

It only took one furiously powerful slam with the crown of his skull, and from a running start. The cat had no chance to cry out.

Sutherland’s forehead was left bloodied. Why didn’t somebody warn me?

This is at least the third film I’ve seen that contained a senseless cat murder. The most recent was The Grand Budapest Hotel.

And then, before that, there was Drag Me to Hell.