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7.3/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 7.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. The Last Parade remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you're looking for a breezy Saturday night watch, The Last Parade might be a heavy lift. It is strictly for people who like their pre-code dramas served with a side of fatalism and stiff collars. If you hate movies where the 'good guy' seems destined for a bad end from the very first frame, just skip this one. Honestly, it’s not exactly light entertainment.
Jack Holt plays Cookie with that specific kind of chin-out grit that just screams 'trouble is coming.' When he and Mike O'Dowd get back from France, the world just doesn't fit them right. You can feel the transition from the trenches to the city streets being way too abrupt. It’s jarring. The movie doesn't bother with a slow build-up; it just shoves them back into civilian life and expects them to deal.
The whole bootlegging subplot feels like it was tacked on because someone decided they needed a villain with a fancy suit. Robert Ellis plays Marino with enough sneer to be annoying, but he’s really just a prop for Cookie’s inevitable downfall. There’s this one scene where they're arguing over a desk that feels like it lasts about five minutes too long. You can almost hear the director yelling for them to look more intense.
Constance Cummings is doing the heavy lifting as Molly. She’s the nurse who saw them at their worst in the field hospital, so her loyalty feels earned, even if the script gives her very little to do besides look worried. It’s a bit of a shame. She carries the emotional weight of the film while the guys are busy running around playing cop and robber.
The ending isn't a surprise if you know anything about the tropes of the era, but there's something honest about how cold it feels. No big speech. No last-second rescue. Just a slow walk to the chair. It reminded me a bit of the grim certainty found in Tseka komissar Mirostsenko, though with way more fedoras and less revolutionary fervor.
Is it a masterpiece? No. It’s clunky and the dialogue hits like a sack of bricks half the time. But for a short, punchy bit of black-and-white misery, it works. It’s definitely not as weird as the stuff in De mystiske z straaler, but it has that same sense of being a product of a very specific, weird moment in film history. Grab a coffee, settle in, and don't expect a happy ending. You won't get one. ☕
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