1967's greatest: reflections in a golden eye

yes, bonnie and clyde came out the same year and is probably generally considered the very best that year had to offer, but as the counterculture was finding its cinematic voice, the old guard of hollywood was discovering its release. here you have the typically he-man brando as a bumbling, repressed army captain falling for a pre-hippie young private (robert foster), who begins to lust after the captain's shrill philandering army-brat wife played by liz taylor. along with julie harris as the tortured wife of liz's latest conquest, the film sets itself as a classically-structured story of lust, obsession, and madness, while adding on a layer of perversion and subversion that delights in the presence of such giants while simultaneously smacking those very giants in their glamorous faces. in a way, it is very depressing, moody, and upsetting, but it's also extremely beautiful, makes you think of the human spirit and condition, and reveals how amazingly blind we can be to the crashing of clouds booming around us.