And Andrzej Wajda is a brilliant filmmaker who, in this, the culminating film of his great saga, has managed to produce a film of action, humor and irony that is at once a tribute and a critique.
Anna’s gaze roved over the tightly clustered zinc roofs glinting in the sunlight like fish scales on the beach or, Ted thought, pieces of armor left scattered on a battlefield.
In the five days since I saw the movie, I haven’t been able, or even wanted, to get the image of Mitchum’s Cady out of my mind. He is the essence of menacing manhood. (“Cape Fear”)