Thread: Crossing Over

“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, with conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning, and her name: Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame . ‘Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!’ cries she with silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!â€

Sounds like the end of Ford's career to me. Aren't major players supposed to read the scripts before agreeing to idiocy?

[b]Final Thoughts:
There was a lot of press involving the infighting during this film’s production. The lack of cohesiveness among the cast and crew is painfully obvious here. No one appears to be getting into their parts, and it’s like everyone pretty much decided the film was going nowhere before they even finished. It’s almost like they were all sleepwalking throughout the entire affair. You might as well catch a few Z’s yourself. “You’re not going to miss anything.â€