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World, The Flesh and The Devil, The (1962)
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Movie Review by The Gravedigger
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07.11.03
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Harry Belafonte is a mine worker in Pennsylvania who gets trapped when one of the tunnels collapses. He can hear people trying to dig him out-then the sounds stop. He's down there with his guitar, though, so he sings a few songs. And then the electricity goes out. After about a week he digs himself out, only to find the buildings above ground abandoned. So is the nearby town. He hot-wires a car (those racial stereotypes!) and drives around, to find every place abandoned. Through newspaper headlines he realizes there was a nuclear war and everyone was killed. Which is all kind of weird because he NEVER comes across any dead bodies or any nuked cities. In fact, he figures the best place to find other people is New York City, since it's so densely populated. Once there, though, it's another ghost town. He goes to a radio station and broadcasts out messages to survivors. Eventually he finds one-a young white woman. They quickly become friends-and the friendship starts developing towards something more. But Belafonte stops it, saying it's not right for them to get involved. But then they find another survivor, who just happens to be a white guy. Now there's this triangle of sorts. The woman wants to be with Belafonte, he's denying his feelings, and the other guy will seemingly go to any lengths to get the woman. By today's standards this all seems a bit silly, particularly with the taboo of mixed race relations. Well, I take that back-- that taboo is well and alive in the Midwest. Still, this movie seems VERY dated and filled with cliches.
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Rating: nan out of 10.0 - 0 votes cast total
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