Criticature: "Touche pas à la femme blanche" ('Don't Touch the White Woman!' (1974))

If indifference is a disease then one might start analogize the artists of society as the doctors who fight it. And as far as this one loaded yawp is concerned, there’s about as much lasting power as a handful of Walgreens tylenol. 

This Franco-Italian Western set in the heart of 1960s Paris takes an absurdist look at the Battle of Little Bighorn in a way that is about as subtle as a scalping.  As irresistible as all that sounds, it makes for typical bleeding heart boredom.

You've Got Album on Your Face...

    Album covers. They can mean anything, really. Sometimes they engross the title of the album, sometimes they paint the theme or content of the songs. They can show the band or singer, either professionally, artistically, or even just by name. Occasionally they show nothing but some random scene or object. In any case, there is ALWAYS a motive the group picks a certain cover for their record, even if the reason is not to have a reason.