Inherit the Wind

Gone are the days when films were made exclusively without money and for the love of the craft, when the idea of the work was more important than fancy glitter, and when filmmakers could write dialogue that gave the viewer goosebumps and made their brain work at full speed. Such films used to be made in the U.S. and, world wonder, they weren't afraid to take on the belief in God himself from the ground up, which is a good thing, because I can hardly imagine anything more disgusting than a sycophantic religious freak who at the mention of a monkey starts hitting you over the head with a crucifix while reciting a passage about the creation of the world as if in a trance. Stanley Kramer was an exceptional director, and Inherit the Wind remains for me even today one of the smartest and most brilliantly written films I've ever seen with the approval of the church. (It may not mean that much coming from me, but in all modesty I don't consider it a completely insignificant praise either) :-) 95% (24/08/2013)