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Smokey and the Bandit
(1977)
The form of Smokey and the Bandit is ridiculously recognisable, down to the last formulaic chase and the last one-dimensional portrayal of the freedom-restricting enemy (read: law enforcer), but this in no way detracts from the fun and wonderfully blithe nature of not only the film itself, but the entire culture and time period it depicts. For what Smokey and the Bandit represented for the American audience (and for the contemporary Americana-endorsing European outposts of US culture, including my own native Norway) was an escape from the urbanisation and increasingly complex social and political situation of the time. What Burt Reynolds offers us here is a return to the basal vigour of manhood, complete with the moustache and the hairy chest. And we just cannot help but want it – downright yearn for it. Perhaps even more so today, as we seem on the verge of drowning in our global ecological reckoning.
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09.12.2007 Fredrik Gunerius Fevang |
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