Viva Zapata! (1952)

The only enjoyable thing about this movie was playing “moustache watch” with the ridiculous strips of hair affixed to Brando’s lips; they were often askew and varied in length, even within the same scene.  He was so unrecognizable that it took at least 20 minutes before I was sure it was him -- his nostrils were expanded, his eyes seemed to have been puffed and stretched to be Asian-like, and his acting ability was taking a break.

Completely devoid of on-purpose entertainment value.

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