How much film can you waste shooting someone walking in silence? Quite a lot as it turns out. This is a horribly irritating segue mechanism.
I thought people were more proper in 1949? Not with all the one-night stands (key method for luring young men into The Party).
“I don’t understand all the big words”. Puke.
Glad I wasn’t growing up in this era, aside from the lack of Internet, I’d be as naive as these jokers. I wouldn’t mind the suits though.
Come experience the worst European accent ever.
In the vernacular of the times, this Bill Jones (our creatively named hero) is a real cat hound.
Nina has charm and personality?! The narrator has a low bar.
Could they make the priest any more Irish? The Melting Pot analogy, I haven’t heard that in awhile. In god we trust – again we see that separation of church and state is preached but never practiced. How infuriating.
Solomon is “shunned by a party he already quit”?
“The suffocating boredom of a drab apartment” (the only good line) is what ends poor Solomon.
“It is company policy to employ people who mix with alien groups that work against the United States government”, WOW! This is a monstrously large wheelbarrow of smelly stuff.
We are taught that expressing your opinions gets you rubbed out, on the tail end of printed lies on page one.
“The best way to defeat communism is to live Christianity and American democracy every day of our lives”, this propaganda is uber thick. We are getting on a roll with these blatant propaganda statements.
Clearly Communism = devil. Tear up your party card to save your eternal soul.
Bill Jones is just another dope who tried to impress a woman by taking an interest in her interests. And now there may be nothing interest left of the them.
One mention of Texas and New Mexico and Nina goes from hopelessness to elation. What acting. Ugh.
Finally some action as Bill Jones and Nina make a break for it. Cornered by The Party goons, bleeds red-white-and-blue ex-G.I. Bill Jones exercises his fisticuffs. This battle royale comes complete with a “why you”!
The INS uses split-second handwriting recognition (by eye glance) to uncover the cranky Yvonne Kraus is actually communist Greta Block! Duh, duh, duh! This lady is loyal. Having been revealed she immediately confesses to murder and informs her captors the revolution is at their door. As she cackles her way out the door, with a US government escort, the big-man-in-charge-behind-the-desk calmly proclaims… “Psychopath”. His proclamation is seconded by a seemingly mute US official via a slight head nod.
Back to Nina and ole Bill Jones, still racing to freedom, Nina navigates the car with a lighter. Where flashlights not invented yet? They stop to knock (WTF?) on a sheriff’s station in Texas. After spending 4 hours recanting their story the good sheriff announces they are safe. The United States of America gives you all the 2nd and 3rd chances you need, not like the Communists. Then calls Nina, I $h!t you not, “one of the swellest lookers I’ve seen in Texas”. That wise-as-American-pie sherif’s name? Uncle Same. I am going to vomit now.
Nina and Bill run off to have some “real American kids”.
We close out on a shot of the Statue of Liberty as we hear “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee”.