IMDB: http://imdb.com/title/tt0073580/

A reporter arrives at a desert hotel, in a North African country, to report on the guerrilla freedom-fighters there. He meets a man who dies suddenly, and who resembles the reporter so much, that he decides to change identities with the dead man - to escape his personal problems, and more.

This is the Michelangelo Antonioni film from 1975 starring Jack Nicholson. I watched it last night and it was really good. Definitely recommended if you're a fan of Italian cinema, adventures, or general badassery. This is a new print, so the picture quality is pretty good. It's got a 7.6 on IMDB and 90% on Rotten Tomatoes. Nicholson is great.

Now playing at Galaxy Cinema. Showtimes are at 2:00, 4:35, 7:00, and 9:30. $5.50 tickets for students at all times. Come see it!

"Nicholson deserved the 1975 Oscar for this, not Cuckoo's Nest."
-- Phil Hall, FILM THREAT

"I admire the movie more 30 years later. I am more in sympathy with it."
-- Roger Ebert, CHICAGO SUN-TIMES

"It's a movie from the past that still points ahead to the future: a cinematic rite of passage that raptly recalls a time when the world may have been as uncertain as now, but the movies were often lovelier and more daring."
-- Michael Wilmington, CHICAGO TRIBUNE

12/16/2005 7:05:45 PM

I've never seen anyone more in love with their own vocabulary or over-the-top eloquence than a fucking movie critic.

[Edited on December 16, 2005 at 7:22 PM. Reason : .]

12/16/2005 7:22:26 PM

I think music critics are in the same boat.

And probably art critics, too. And dance critics. And theatre critics. And restaurant critics.

12/16/2005 7:24:04 PM

I fucking abhor movie critics.

12/17/2005 12:11:28 AM

i love how movie and music critics write.

12/17/2005 1:00:39 AM