The gleamingly dentalized muscularity of the young Burt Lancaster

Desert Fury on Sunday was a lot of fun. More of a potboiler than I expected, but with some extremely odd sexual subtext and a beautiful Technicolor look. As I was poking around on the web looking for articles about it, I stumbled upon "Desert Fury, Mon Amour" by David Ehrenstein, which was originally published in Film Comment in 1988. Unfortunately, the only place on the web I could find it is at jstor.org, which is an archive of scholarly journals that is only available to subscribing libraries and universities. I can see it on my University of Washington account, but not on my home account, for example, so linking to it is fairly useless for most of you. However, I typed up a section for a friend, and I thought I would share it here too, as an example of good, juicy writing about film, "given to dryly cynical asides and sudden violent rages."

( A taste of Desert Fury, mon amour ... )