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I collect belt buckles. I'm nearly at a hundred, and the reason I love them is the same reason I loved The Thief of Bagdad. It's tacky but not gaudy. It's kitchy, but not ugly. It's corny and dramatic, but not to the degree that The Sheik was. Apparently that film caused audiences to decorate their homes in loud, ultra-tacky objects, emmulating that film. I hated The Sheik, but The Thief of Bagdad ia good like your dad telling a bad joke is good, with moments of genuine wonder. Some belt buckled are actually nice, but most of the ones I sport have a histrionic flair to them. The Thief doesn't take itself seriously. I was impressed to say the least.


Great story, Squish. I had a hard time getting started on this one and then an even harder time figuring out what to write about it (as you can probably tell from the rambling nature of the post). I'm with you: it's disposable but goodhearted. I enjoyed it as one of the best Saturday afternoon matinee-style flicks.


I saw this movie back in the 90s at Lisbon, in a cinema that no longer exists unfortunately, with an orchestra playing at the same time that we are watching the movie...i could tell you it was one of the most fantastic experiences i had with cinema....





Hello Louie - Thanks for sharing your memory with us. I would love to see this film in a theatre accompanied by a live orchestra; what an experience it must be. I'm curious about the screening: Do you recall if the film was tinted or in black and white? Were the intertitles printed in Portuguese or English? What was the audience reaction like?

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