Download Free Out Of Africa

I have always liked this movie but I wasn't sure if Meryl Streep's
Danish accent was legit or just a standard Northern Europe type accent.
It was certainly different than her accented English in Sophies Choice.
I had spent a month in Sweden and I knew that it wasn't a Swedish
accent and that it wasn't a typical Germanic accent. However I just
returned from a trip to Copenhagen and our guide's English sounded
exactly like Meryl's. Amazing actress to work so hard at getting the
accent and speech patterns correct when ninety percent of the audience
would not know if they were right or not. The camera work and direction
were also first rate. Unfortunately Robert Redford was miscast in this
role -- it should have been a actor who could have managed an upper
crust English accent and who looked English.

I start to feel that this sit is a fake site because I have reviewed many time but it still ask me to review .

Coming to America: An African prince reached the age to get married and a wife was chosen for him... He's not happy with the idea of choosing a wife for him and he goes to America where he finds a wife for himself.

Awesome.

This is an incredible movie!!.

nice film.

beautiful movie and story in an amazing country.

robert redford was great in this movie.

A film classic .

Out of AfricaOut of Africa.

Beautiful..... Touching... Meryl Streep is extroidinary!.

I don't mean to sound cynical but somewhere along the time line I began
to wonder if the difference between "Out of Africa" and a made-for-TV
romance wasn't that the former was more expensively mounted and more
carefully done.

Meryl Streep, in full virtuosity, does a swell-sounding Danish accent
as the bride of Klaus Maria Brandauer, who has a coffee farm in Kenya.
He's not such a bad fellow, Brandauer, not at heart, but he's a
weakling and a money-grubber who philanders, gives her syphilis, and
asks her for loans when she finally throws him out.

Not to worry. Robert Redford as the Englishman, Denys Finch Hatton, has
begun lurking in the background and he's better looking than Brandauer.
His figure is thoroughly stereotyped. He's wealthy, but not
wallet-burstingly so, just enough so that he doesn't have to bite his
tongue. He's brave and adventurous. He is a man of nature. He's a
little mysterious. He's sensitive. He listens to Mozart. He doesn't
speak much but he speaks from the heart. He never forces himself on her
because he doesn't have to. Most important, he listens to Streep and he
understands her.

This is a familiar figure in narratives about heroines who are
misunderstood. They come in, usually at moments of crisis, then they
leave for longish periods until the next tumult. I'll mention in
passing Sam Shepherd in "Frances" and Paul Newman in "The Helen Morgan
Story" as other examples.

The formula is rather a strict one. There is joy, followed by sadness,
followed by joy, followed by sadness, followed by joy, followed by
sadness -- sometimes with a little hair-raising suspense thrown in, in
this case provided by encounters with lions -- and the ending must be
either heavily tragic or heavenly bright with promise. In this case
Redford dies as he lived, in a way filled with thrills, and Streep gets
to read A. E. Houseman's "To An Athlete Dying Young" over his grave.

I thought the movie was visually splendid, especially the shots of
Redford taking Streep for a ride in his airplane, over tall cataracts
and vast flocks of water birds stirring to life under the swooping
biplane. The racket and clatter of the engine is reduced almost to
nothing, in keeping with the romantic nature of the story, and is
replaced by John Barry's fully and fulsomely orchestrated score. It's
like a ride in Disneyland.

Well, I felt sorry for Karen and the rest during the many tribulations,
especially the deaths. And I was happy when the characters seemed to be
getting it on together, having a good time, drinking and singing,
falling in love, bringing in a decent harvest, escaping from dangerous
situations. But I was moved only once -- when Karen Blixen drops to her
knees after being publicly presented to the High Chief Muckamuck, the
First Minister of Colonial Enterprises, or whatever his title is, and
begs him to preserve some of her land, from which she's now being
displaced, as living space for her Kikuyu tribesmen. The High Governor
of Colonialism begins to hem and haw when she asks him to give his
word, -- but then the old guy's wife steps forward and tells Blixen,
"You have MY word."

Sidney Pollack is a fine director and Meryl Streep and the rest are
accomplished performers, but they seem to have gotten stuck in an
African soap opera here. It's not a bad movie but its familiarity is
glaring..