I bought this one strictly for the 1976 version which is hysterical! I am replacing my VHS version. Alan Alda and Peter Falk are just zany in it! It was actually cheaper to buy the double movie version than to buy just the one I wanted! The remake with Michael Douglass is ok and I'll watch it a few times. But Alda and Falk's version I watch yearly! In fact, the year I was taking chemo, I watched ALL my comedies frequently because laughter IS the best medicine! This one is one of my all time favorites!
Great DVD...clarity to the max!...and Walmart has THE best price for it! Note: If you buy online, you do not pick it up at Customer Service...the ONline Pick up is usually in the back of the store...save yourself some time and go straight to that dept.
This superb drama filled with spell-binding tension has not lost an iota of its considerable impact, even 40 years after it was made. Audrey Hepburn is mesmerising as the blind woman whose quick thinking is more illuminating than the brightest of lights
When this movie hit the big screen, it was one of the scariest flics EVER seen! But lo, these many years later, it fell way below expectations. Maybe because cinema has become so graphic - the computer-generated scenes, the gore, the absolute macabre & slimy scenes are now envisioned by the general public.\nThis movie should have been in the $5.50 bin at the stores, mayhaps? It drags, it is predictable, and I now own it. My library looks a bit bleek, with this new addition.
Get Smart starts out great with lots of laughs, but the humor fades away somewhat toward the middle and end. The big fight scene at the end is a bit boring on repeat watches. I still like watching the movie, though, and I recommend it.
Sometimes, and especially on a crummy afternoon in the middle of March, it's nice to be able to switch off and settle down to enjoying the sight of middle-class families eating well and playing together in sprawling, bucolic gardens.
In the cinema, all of us tough, cynical critics had tears welling in our eyes, swallowing hard; our lips, so often curled in a cheap sneer, were now trembling, because of the same desperately sad thought: "Owen Wilson used to be really good..."