One Paragraph Movie Review: Deliverance

Ninety-seventh film: Deliverance. The only thing I’ve ever known about this film previously is a banjo duet and a vague feeling of dangerous inbreeding, but the rest was a journey into the unknown. I didn’t even realise Burt Reynolds was in it, so you can imagine my surprise at the bits with unwelcome lustful attention from the locals, the bits with unwelcome and sudden archery, the rock-climbing bits, or the bit with the silent contortionist. All said, if you want to feel chipper and upbeat, pretty much just stop watching after the banjo duet. WHAT a movie. I’m so glad I’ve now seen it, but once is enough — partly because I can’t look at Burt Reynolds’ weird macho wetsuit vest any more. Although I kind of want to go canoeing? That can’t be right. Four and a quarter reluctant squealing piggies out of five.