I many times feel that my voice is inadequate. And I don't mean the arguably many mistakes that I make in the English language which are there for everyone to criticize me, a thing which I gladly accept, but I mean the heart of what I write. I sometimes see myself as a clown. And that you can take it as a straight insult towards yourself or you can take it as a characteristic that has many sides. I prefer the second view. Considering yourself a clown might mean low self-esteem, but it can also mean humbleness. I have shared before my views on big ego, a thing which I hate passionately in humans. Therefore taking yourself for a failure might also mean that you are not a stuck-up. A thing which definitely pleases me. Into The Night was a commercial and critical failure, yet the movie, highly obscure, forgotten and underrated, is one of the most brilliantly conceived jokes and farces that cinema has ever seen.
John Landis made a parade of famous actors who have their share of time in the movie and manufactured a film that defies every type of rule of cinema. It's deliberately farcical, chaotic, ridiculous and campy and finally is one of those hidden gems that when you find them (I saw it by luck one day and couldn't believe what I was watching) you thank your luck for getting you there. Into The Night might be considered a disgrace in the filmography of John Landis and a movie that many would be happy if he had never made, but the truth of the film lies somewhere different. The truth about the movie is that it has unbelievable wit, crazy story and unforgettable moments. The fact that the movie is so criminally mistreated doesn't say anything about the quality of the movie. People and critics didn't get the humor and the irony of the movie (a very common thing) and so the film went to the bucket with the films that are better to be forgotten. The thing that really matters though is the true heart of the movie, which is a heart for the few and the brave.
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