In ancient Egyptian mythology, a dead person's soul would be weighed against the feather of truth in a ritual called a psychostasy. If their soul was lighter than the feather, it would ascend into the afterlife. Heavy souls were devoured by Maat, eater of the dead. Good films go to hard drive heaven while the recycle bin eats the rest.
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Saturday, January 1, 2011
Pale Rider (1985)
A western by Clint Eastwood.
A preacher arrives in a gold mining town and helps the people there so much that it seems they can't live without him.
Normally westerns get good reviews, but this one was a pointless piece of shit. All of the characters experience trauma, but overcome it with the help of the nameless stranger. The women fall in love with him. Nothing else happens. The only good part was when the stranger hits a hired thug in the nuts with a sledgehammer. At the end I found myself questioning why this film was ever made. I'm rating it bad for being pointless.
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