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Cross Of Iron
Raw to follow, occasionally beautiful to on one's guard for, this quite horrid film offers too much opportunity in regard to its director to wallow in unpleasant physical details, and its main plot of acerbic rivalry offers no mezzo-rilievo 'medium relief'.
Cross Of Iron
Peckinpah's only in combat film, based on a novel by Willi Heinrich, displays his everyday preoccupation with the discrete...
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