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Jeremiah Johnson (1972). The grandeur of this flick is found in its simplicity. Man becomes disenchanted and becomes mountain man, survive many trial and tribulations. The dialog was wonderfully backward, straight forward, and sparse. The script was simply sublime. With the Rocky Mountains as the backdrop, the camera did not need to be inventive in order to impress, but lassitude was not found here and some unique angles were used to further augment this feast of the eyes. The action, interaction, as well as the characters themselves were all portrayed with aplomb. Overall this was a genuine piece of great filmmaking told without need of special effects to exploit the action. Ashe.
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