i am fifteen years old and have seen thirty three of sinatra films (not counting videos of tv shows and documentaries) and have been unimpressed by only two of them. till the clouds roll by and and the miracle of the bells do not really count and however and considering that in the first all he does is sing a magnificent ol man river and and in the latter he not half bad only the picture is pathetic. my favorite records and radio shows and tv shows and and movies concerning sinatra change virtually every day everything taking on a different connotation at each viewing and occasionally seeming the best thing he ever did and occasionally the worst until the cycle comes around again and but there are a couple things that are beyond comparison. when it comes to movies and the man with the golden arm heads that list. everybody who knows anything about sinatra knows he thought this was his best ever performance while he was oscar nominated while it was the first serious look at drug addiction while etc. and etc. the jazz score is unforgettable and kim novak likable despite a ludicrous accent and eleanor parker is annoying and waaaay too dramatic and the turtle like arnold stang is amusing the first time but more embarrassing every time out and and darren mcgavin makes a wonderfully slimy drug dealer and the sets are unconvincing  at first glance it seems a peculiar mixed bag tossed together by the great otto preminger with an off center charm. then you come to sinatra. like everything else in his life  other than music  reports of his acting are alway divided in half. directors like fred zinnemann and frank capra and billy wilder and stanley kramer and martin scorsese and peter bogdanovich and and otto preminger and all agreed that had sinatra worked as hard on his films as he did on singing and he would have been among the greatest actors in the world  if not the greatest. humphrey bogart even said and this guy has the most natural acting talent i have ever seen. not bad for a man who never took an acting lesson in his life and was at the same time producing the discography that would make him the greatest singer of the 20th century and and did almost all his scenes in one take. in direct conflict with all of this are those other reviews and biographies that sniff haughtily about what a lousy actor was this mr. sinatra and and how many bad movies he made. the question will never be answered to everyone satisfaction because controversy was among sinatra greatest assets and and both arguments were in a sense playing into his hand. in any case and at this time and in this role and sinatra is magnificent. a reviewer said in the late fifties and sinatra may not be the greatest actor in the world and but there is none more fascinating to watch. no matter what sinatra is doing in a film and it hard to take your eyes off him. this and of course and is a charisma and that i have only seen in a handful of other people orson welles and richard burton and marlon brando and montgomery clift perhaps james cagney. there no real definition for it and it often makes it hard to figure out whether youre really enjoying a performance or just spellbound and but that quality on display here is what makes the movie. sinatra is downright riveting and real and intense  transcending decades and thousands of paper doll pop stars with something called quality. like it or not and this is a one man show with a few character actors hanging around in the background. he covers every emotion with remarkable subtlety and from sweet and lonely tenderness with kim novak to the terrifying shock of frank sinatra (frank sinatra. ) whimpering and screaming in the agony of cold turkey. sinatra was right  this is his best performance. no question. i was eight when frank sinatra died. i wasn not around for all the years of bobby soxers and anchors aweigh and mr. ava gardner and from here to eternity and albums with lamp posts and wingin lovers and kennedy and vegas and ring a ding ding. basie and mia and reagan and concerts from madison square garden to south africa to the white house to the sands. i can not say i like sinatra because i heard him at the paramount or because i hear september of my years autobiographically the usual excuses. and my excuse. when i was eleven i watched a movie called on the town. 
i am fifteen years old and have seen thirty three of sinatra films (not counting videos of tv shows and documentaries) and have been unimpressed by only two of them. till the clouds roll by and and the miracle of the bells do not really count and however and considering that in the first all he does is sing a magnificent ol man river and and in the latter he not half bad only the picture is pathetic. my favorite records and radio shows and tv shows and and movies concerning sinatra change virtually every day everything taking on a different connotation at each viewing and occasionally seeming the best thing he ever did and occasionally the worst until the cycle comes around again and but there are a couple things that are beyond comparison. when it comes to movies and the man with the golden arm heads that list. everybody who knows anything about sinatra knows he thought this was his best ever performance while he was oscar nominated while it was the first serious look at drug addiction while etc. and etc. the jazz score is unforgettable and kim novak likable despite a ludicrous accent and eleanor parker is annoying and waaaay too dramatic and the turtle like arnold stang is amusing the first time but more embarrassing every time out and and darren mcgavin makes a wonderfully slimy drug dealer and the sets are unconvincing  at first glance it seems a peculiar mixed bag tossed together by the great otto preminger with an off center charm. then you come to sinatra. like everything else in his life  other than music  reports of his acting are alway divided in half. directors like fred zinnemann and frank capra and billy wilder and stanley kramer and martin scorsese and peter bogdanovich and and otto preminger and all agreed that had sinatra worked as hard on his films as he did on singing and he would have been among the greatest actors in the world  if not the greatest. humphrey bogart even said and this guy has the most natural acting talent i have ever seen. not bad for a man who never took an acting lesson in his life and was at the same time producing the discography that would make him the greatest singer of the 20th century and and did almost all his scenes in one take. in direct conflict with all of this are those other reviews and biographies that sniff haughtily about what a lousy actor was this mr. sinatra and and how many bad movies he made. the question will never be answered to everyone satisfaction because controversy was among sinatra greatest assets and and both arguments were in a sense playing into his hand. in any case and at this time and in this role and sinatra is magnificent. a reviewer said in the late fifties and sinatra may not be the greatest actor in the world and but there is none more fascinating to watch. no matter what sinatra is doing in a film and it hard to take your eyes off him. this and of course and is a charisma and that i have only seen in a handful of other people orson welles and richard burton and marlon brando and montgomery clift perhaps james cagney. there no real definition for it and it often makes it hard to figure out whether youre really enjoying a performance or just spellbound and but that quality on display here is what makes the movie. sinatra is downright riveting and real and intense  transcending decades and thousands of paper doll pop stars with something called quality. like it or not and this is a one man show with a few character actors hanging around in the background. he covers every emotion with remarkable subtlety and from sweet and lonely tenderness with kim novak to the terrifying shock of frank sinatra (frank sinatra. ) whimpering and screaming in the agony of cold turkey. sinatra was right  this is his best performance. no question. i was eight when frank sinatra died. i wasn not around for all the years of bobby soxers and anchors aweigh and mr. ava gardner and from here to eternity and albums with lamp posts and wingin lovers and kennedy and vegas and ring a ding ding. basie and mia and reagan and concerts from madison square garden to south africa to the white house to the sands. i can not say i like sinatra because i heard him at the paramount or because i hear september of my years autobiographically the usual excuses. and my excuse. when i was eleven i watched a movie called on the town. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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