The End Of Violence
Movie producer Mike Max meditates on the paranoia of fear of attack, in the movie business and life in general, as his wife Page announces she is leaving him. Suddenly Mike is kidnapped by two bandits, but escapes and hides out with his Mexican gardener for a while. At the same time, surveillance expert Ray Bering is looking for what happens in the city, but it is not clear what he wants. The police investigation for disappearance of Max which is led by detective Doc Block.
25 October 1950, Panama City, Panama
7 October 1970, Baltimore, Maryland, USA
10 October 1967, USA
10 December 1949, Calexico, California, USA
15 September 1928, Brooklyn, New York, USA
10 August 1955, Kuopio, Finland
20 January 1950, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
5 July 1960, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA
30 March 1972, Jerusalem, Israel
7 June 1973, Los Angeles, California, USA
21 April 1958, Gaffney, South Carolina, USA
29 August 1968, Berlin, Germany
20 September 1962, Columbus, Ohio, USA
9 July 1965, Houston, Texas, USA
28 January 1962, Glendale, California, USA
8 November 1954
23 September 1957, Anaheim, California, USA
23 December 1964, Los Angeles, California, USA
November 08, 2004
astonishing but uneven
June 05, 2002
Wenders' observations and subtextual commentary about violence in American society are well-served by the nuances of Nicholas Klein's script.
May 31, 2002
A trama principal se perde em um emaranhado de cenas que, rigorosamente, nada acrescentam ao filme.
January 05, 2009
A disjointed mess where a lot goes on but nothing happens.
January 01, 2000
A meandering mess, a plodding dud.
March 27, 2015
[Has] many potent moments.
January 01, 2000
Offers viewers opportunities to ponder a variety of diverse subjects, but its overall entertainment value is less than one might hope for.
January 01, 2000
Skip the movie but buy the CD.
September 28, 2005
Boring, incoherent and insultingly didactic. It's like Wenders has never been to America, never observed Americans and never even seen an American movie.
January 01, 2000
This goes on for two hours and two minutes. When I staggered out of the theater, I asked if Clinton was still president.
January 01, 2000
A muddled, sentimental Euro-American hash, redeemed here and there from its fatal purposelessness by a few moments that remind us we're in the presence of a genuine cinematic visionary.
July 12, 2002
A longwinded exercise in pretentious confusion.
