Golden Reviews: Mash
Published here.
I’m not going to lie to you. This is the greatest movie of all time. No joke. The cast (including Donald Sutherland, Elliot Gould, Tom Skerritt and the irrepressible Gary Burghoff) is fantastic, and the dialogue is superb. Everything is right on the money, all the time.
I’m also not going to lie to you about the rest of this review: the whole thing is probably going to turn into an essay about how smokin’ hot Donald Sutherland is and was. Because he is. And was. Under that ruffled army cap lies the mind of a scholar, the face of an angel, the heart of a poet and the body of a Greek god. You can’t get much better than Donald Sutherland, unless you’re Donald Sutherland on a pile of money and illegal narcotics. It helps if you’re covered in molasses.
Why obsess so profanely about Donald Sutherland, you ask? Because he is a legend. He didn’t just act in Mash; he was Mash. His carefree whistles, his casual remarks, his severe alcoholism; all these made Mash the masterpiece it was. Plus, you should see what he can do with an olive. I’ll never look at a martini the same way again.