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Uninteresting.
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A pointless, pompous nightmare.
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| (Paul D. Zimmermann, Newsweek) |
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An ordeal in tedium.
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Outright junk.
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A mess.
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| (Bruce Williamson, Playboy) |
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Pretentious ... Ludicrous ... Why was Boom! ever filmed in the first place?
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| (Lawrence Devine, Los Angeles Herald-Examiner) |
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The once delightful Coward is now a mincing senior citizen of Leprechaunia, still aiming for rapid-fire repartee with one foot in his mausoleum and the other in his overdentured mouth... Joseph Losey, the director, strains desperately to inject a note of art, but keeps missing the vein, if this dressmaker's dummy of a film can be said to have one.
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| (John Simon, National Review) |
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Let them [Taylor and Burton] by all means do their thing, but why film it and charge admission?
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They display the self-indulgent fecklessness of a couple of rich amateurs hamming it up at the country club frolic, and with approximately the same results.
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It is impossible to give a bloody damn about anyone involved in the enterprise.
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| (Charles Champlin, Los Angeles Times) |
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It stars Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, now well on their way to becoming a comedy team on the order of Laurel and Hardy. The problem is that Boom! isn’t meant to be funny... The young poet is played by Richard Burton, who now looks exactly like Timothy Leary. Together, they attempt to project an aura of grim mysticism, as if by speaking very slowly and moving as little as possible they might somehow convince the audience that this is serious stuff.
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Their movie vaudeville team has become one of the great camps of our time... Noel Coward seems determined to end his career by making a public fool of himself.
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| (Stanley Kauffmann, New Republic) |
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The title is explained somewhere, but I’m afraid my attention wandered as the picture flapped along and I’m not sure I got it straight... No matter — it is something ambitiously ambiguous and poetic, some sort of metaphysical popcorn to munch while Liz and Richard go about the really serious business of the movie — which is making a million apiece by, respectively, waddling and shambling through poor old Tennessee Williams’ self-satire... That title could not be more apt; it is precisely the sound of a bomb exploding.
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, Richard Burton 
