Definition: In this task, you are given product reviews about dvds. The goal is to classify the review as "POS" if the overall sentiment of the review is positive(the reviewer is satisfied) or as "NEG" if the overall sentiment of the review is negative(the reviewer is not satisfied).
Input: 2 Star Dud . After a man is caught cheating in a poker game a lynch party is formed and the man is murdered. Soon after the murderers begin dying violent and mysterious deaths. Dean Martin plays a ramblin' gambler in FIVE CARD STUD, a movie that probably didn't, but certainly could have, pounded the fatal nail into the traditional western before handing the franchise over to the Italians. Although it sells itself as a mystery/western - who's killing all these gambling varmints, anyhow? - a five-second study of the movie's poster will pretty much shuffle out who's the good guy, who's the bad guy, and who's going to ride into the sunset with Inger Stevens. I watched this movie the first time years and years ago, back in the knee-britches days. It's possible some of synapses fired and connected and I somehow, after a generation plus, remembered how the plot - and I use that term loosely - ran. I doubt it, though. FIVE CARD STUD doesn't bother itself with keeping an edge to the mystery. Robert Mitchum plays a gun-toting preacher who opens a church soon after the lynching occurs, Roddy McDowell is an angry young man with a chip on his shoulder. Katherine Justice plays the shapely tomboy sister of McDowell and Inger Stevens is wasted, again, as a hair-cutting floozie. Both women, of course, have lips puckered for the six-shootin' gambling man Martin. This one was pretty excruciating, and it's really tempting to blame it all on the bored, and boring, Martin. That's probably not fair, though. The script is murky, the dialogue laughable (at the wrong times,) and, like I said, the mystery is never all that much of a mystery. Martin, like Mitchum, was best in movies that let him play it laid-back and coolly bemused. He needs manic energy to react to - think Shirley MacLaine, a young Sally Fields, or even Jerry Lewis. He doesn't have the chops to carry a movie without someone like that, though. Mitchum could, but the movie doesn't put him at the center. It wouldn't matter anyway, because the only hope for this trite oater would be razing the story and starting over. About the only fun this one provides - besides a scene with Mitchum and Yaphet Kotto near the end - is trying to decide who looks more bored, Martin or Mitchum. My money's on Mitchum, but Martin gives him a go at it. A waste of a good cast, and, save for a scene or two, a waste of a viewer's time.
Output:
NEG