jeżeli twoje dziecko najbardziej na świecie kocha filmy, a ty najbardziej na świecie kochasz swoje dziecko, to kup mu spekulacje o kinie, pozakulisowy apendyks:

In Jack Smight’s The Third Day, Peppard played that part. The movie makes it easier to use the word evil because it’s not about political ideology, but just a plot to make money (which begs the question, why blow up the facility?). The movie promotes Sarrazin’s Welles as the film’s protagonist due to his blank slate dilemma and due to the bastardly way George Peppard plays the slightly sinister Tuxan. Sarrazin isn’t anybody’s idea of an exciting actor, but he brings more than just his cheekbones and pouty lips and mop of gorgeous curly locks to the part of Welles. In the beginning, he holds his own with Peppard (unfortunately in his big scene at the end he turns one note). And after his facial reconstruction surgery, Sarrazin predates his turn as the monster in Frankenstein: The True Story when he looks into the mirror at a face, held together by cool looking stitches, he doesn’t recognize, “I don’t like it!”
What’s not to like?