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An open thread review of current political movies!

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As you can see, I've changed the Open Thread a bit. I've decided to focus on movies with overtly political themes. I'm going to mostly focus on current movies, but when there are none, I'm going to dig around in Netflix and Amazon Prime to see if I can find some great old political movie that I can share (I think I remember Ed Murrow did a special on immigrant farm labor I'd love to find).

I'll be giving y'all a review, and rating the movies on a scale of 1 to 5 Savios.

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A no-Savio movie is working for the machine: destructive to truth, human rights, or continued life on this planet. A five-Savio movie is indispensable to anyone fighting the machine.
If anybody has a movie they want me to bring to the attention of the community, please send me a private message and I'll review it.

This week I saw Neruda, which I thought would be a biopic about Chilean poet Pablo Neruda.

I'd read a little Neruda in my twenties, and liked his poetry immensely. But I had never taken a class on him, nor written an article, so I approached the movie in near-ignorance. I knew he was Chilean. I knew from experience that he was a great poet (here's a taste of his poetry):

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I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

You can see why he'd remain in memory after even a glancing acquaintance with his work.

I also knew from hearsay that he was a prominent Chilean Communist, which is why I went to see the movie. I've had an interest in Chile since I chose it for a class project in my Spanish III class in high school. We were supposed to pick a country to study--an innocent enough assignment--and I happened to choose Chile, which led to my discovering the horrors of its then-recent coup by Augustin Pinochet, one of the worst people the human race has yet produced. This project led to my becoming involved in activism against Reagan-era US policies regarding Latin America, including our wars in El Salvador, Guatemala, and Nicaragua. So in a strange way, my encounter with the history of Chile at a young age led to my becoming an activist.

The director, Pablo Larrain, calls the movie an anti-biopic, so I didn't get informed in quite the way I expected when I walked in. Neruda begins in 1948, when Senator Pablo Neruda has to go into hiding because the President of Chile has outlawed the Communist Party, and ends when Neruda reaches the safety of Paris. The movie does not go into why Neruda became a Marxist (I found out later that, like many of his generation, he was powerfully affected by the rise of fascism in Spain, in particular because the fascists in Spain murdered his friend, the great poet Garcia Lorca.)

You will ask why does his poetry no longer speak
Of dreams and leaves
And the great volcanoes of his native land?
Come and see the blood in the streets
Come and see the blood
In the streets.

Larrain focuses solely on the portion of Neruda's life when he was running from the Chilean government, and turns that story into a piece of detective fiction which looks much like the classic film noir movies with Sam Spade or Philip Marlowe. The character on the movie poster is not even Neruda, but the police inspector chasing him, Óscar Peluchonneau. Peluchonneau is an invention of Larrain and his screenwriter, Guillermo Calderon; he didn't exist in history. He is the working-class son of a prostitute who doesn't know his father, but imagines him to be a Chilean police chief who was one of his mother's many customers, and thus is an interesting microcosm of working-class resentment, honest appraisal of the conditions he grew up in, and a desire to succeed within the system, to be recognized.

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But this transformation of life into detective fiction isn't only happening at the level of movie production; Larrain and Calderon make the character of Neruda aware of fictionalizing his own life. "I like police novels. They distract me from the fact that I'm being pursued by the police," he says wryly, both drawing a comparison and a contrast between his life and the novels. He leaves copies of his police novels for Peluchonneau to find, like a director would leave a script for one of his actors so he can learn his lines. Indeed, when the detective finally meets Neruda's wife, Delia, she informs him that he is a fictional character created by Neruda, a supporting character to Neruda's own, the tragic policeman chasing the depraved fugitive. Neruda's escape would not be sufficiently dramatic without a pursuer.

This is why the movie really is an anti-biopic: not simply because it lacks a comprehensive cradle-to-grave narrative, but because it examines the notion of what the Great Man really is--a fiction, in this case one created consciously, for reasons both personal and political. It's not new to declare a Great Man to be a fiction. Many movies and books, much commentary and criticism, has made this point about various Great Men, usually right before the authors, artists, or critics step in it. It's easy to pop the bubble of the Great Man myth. What counts is what you do afterward. Once you have denied that the Great Man is a biographical truth, the easiest thing in the world is to declare, one way or another, that he is a lie. What follows is usually a period of purposeless iconoclasm, in which the writer or filmmaker smashes everything in sight and generally ends up blaming somebody for the fiction existing in the first place--either the Great Man himself, his backers, or the people for being so stupid as to believe in it. There's also considerable unacknowledged self-aggrandizing pleasure involved in puncturing the bubble of the Great Man fiction, which I think comes from pride in not being stupid enough to have been inspired, enabling the author or artist to elevate himself over the masses by way of cynicism. Too much of this kind of thing, and you end up with art, or with a political movement, whose sole pleasure comes from destroying inspiration and sneering at ordinary people.

Larrain and Calderon avoid this trap in two ways. First is their even-handed treatment of Neruda the character. I don't know how accurate to life their depiction of Neruda is, but I do know that they approach their Neruda, the fictional character, with consummate fairness. Luis Gnecco is a hell of an actor, because he demonstrates Neruda's flaws-- his considerable ego, the shitty way he sometimes treats his wife, and his disregard for the simple precautions that should be taken if one is a fugitive on the run (this is the part that would have led me to tell Neruda, as portrayed in the movie, to take a long walk off a short pier). At the same time Gnecco portrays Neruda's unshakeable, genuine commitment to socialism and the profound recognition of other human beings as equals which was its wellspring. It shines like a clear light among all his flaws, and intertwines with his aim of fictionalizing himself into a romantic figure, which he does, in part (but only in part), to further the cause of socialism and help the Chilean people.

There are three interactions Neruda has in the film which show that commitment: one with a drag queen, one with a girl of about ten in the streets of Valparaiso, and one with an angry woman at a Communist Party meeting. The drag queen, when questioned at police headquarters about her friendship with Neruda, makes a speech I wish I could reproduce here, but I couldn't find it online. She tells the story of how Neruda treated her with respect as an artist, telling her she was as much an artist as he was, asking her what she sang, and how she felt when she sang. "Respeto humano," she says, remembering their time together, her hands shaking with fear as she lights a cigarette, no doubt considering what the police might do to a homosexual friend of a fugitive Communist.

The scene where Neruda, walking in Valparaiso, is followed by a beggar girl, reminded me so powerfully of Bernie Sanders that I was shocked. Neruda, about to go in disguise on a Chinese merchantman, and thus escape the country, has had a new silk suit made for himself, so he can pose as a rich eccentric. Since he's not supposed to be out on the streets, but in hiding, he has no money. He has to tell the girl he has nothing to give her. And then he hugs her, because it's all he has to give. This is why I say Gnecci is an amazing actor: that hug is not saccharine, but absolutely genuine, and in his eyes you see the understanding that he can do little or nothing for the girl. Later, you find that he couldn't stand to do absolutely nothing, so he left her his newly-made silk coat.

The angry woman at the Communist party meeting challenges Neruda, and the Communist party itself, with some self-criticism it would have behooved Marxists everywhere to take to heart before everything went to hell. "I've been cleaning shit out of the bourgeois' toilets for years," she says. "I've been a Communist party member since I was 14. We get no protection. He gets protection." When the Party official says "He gets the protection of a Party leader," she says "I have a question for the leaders. When the revolution comes, we're all going to be equal. Does that mean we'll all be like me? Or all be like him?" Neruda answers "We'll all be like me. We'll eat in bed and fornicate in the kitchen if we want to." And you can see he means it. He's a hedonist who thinks everyone should be able to be a hedonist too. His egotism doesn't express itself in stratified hierarchies. He cares about fame and reputation, but doesn't give two shits about status.

I wish I could find the maid's speech online, too, because I'd love to quote it in full; after all her criticisms, she says "And you know what? I drink to that. Because we need our Communist Senator. We need our poet to write about the sorrows of the people." She says these words with a good deal of bitterness--to have one's sufferings be the source of moral repute and fame for one who isn't suffering them is a bitter thing--but she also means them. The people of Chile need Neruda because he makes them visible. One of the reasons the Great Man myth persists, seemingly ineradicable, is that the Great Man can bring things into the realm of the visible. It's one of the two things people seek from the Great Man: visibility and possibility, representation and inspiration.

None of these scenes obscures Neruda's faults, and none of them interferes with the point that he is fictionalizing himself into a larger-than-life figure. The overall effect is a portrayal of a complete human being. It's fashionable nowadays to portray characters that are "gray," both good and bad, but rarely is it done as well as this. And it's interesting that this deeply human portrayal exists in a movie about fictionalizing the self. Usually the idea of the self being fiction is the cue for detached, daredevil antics with the meanings of words, a kind of delight in destabilization for its own sake, as if the writer and director and actors were trapeze artists doing tricks in mid-air. In this case, you get a presentation of Neruda as a complex human being and the humanity of the character renders him accessible at the same time that you are aware that he's turning himself into a fiction.

What the movie appears to be saying is that fiction and authenticity don't preclude each other, that fiction occupies a different space than either truth or lies. If you enter the theater thinking that Neruda was a magnificent poet and a honest, dedicated socialist, you will leave the theater with those beliefs intact but you will also know him as flawed and human. And you might, simultaneously, understand that those beliefs are part of a story, and story exists between fact and fiction, truth and lies. Oddly, you end knowing that you don't know Pablo Neruda at the same time that you feel his humanity more keenly than ever before.

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Inspired by Milton's Photography: Poetry by Pablo Neruda

THE NAMES

I didn't write them on the roofbeams because they
were famous, but because they were companions
Rojas Giménez, the nomad, nocturnal, pierced with
the grief of farewells, dead with joy pigeon breeder, madman
of the shadows
Joaquín Cifruntes, whose verses rolled like stones in
the river.
Fredrico, who made me laugh like no on else could
and who put us all in mourning for a century.
Paul Eluard, whose forget-me-not color eyes are as sky
blue as always and retain their blue strength under the earth.
Miguel Hernándes, whistling to me like a nightingale
from the trees on Princesa Street until they caged my
nightingale.
Nazim, noisy bard, brave gentleman, friend.
Why did they leave so soon? Their names will not slip
down from the rafters. Each one of them was a victory.
Together they were the sum of my light. Now, a small
anthology of my sorrow.

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It is early, but I have a 7:45 am doctor's appt. Just wanted to say hello to everyone and wish them a good morning.

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"Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon

@dkmich

I didn't see this until just now, but I have been having a nice day, so your good wishes worked!

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U.S. out of Central America! sticker on back of my old clunker, late 70s. We had a local author that helped raise my awareness, Isabelle Allende. I read all of her books, now want to review again. I remember getting kind of bored with the theme after a while, probably 'cause she was so prolific, and U.S. policy is so awful.

Thanks a million for the phrase "0(zero, zed)-Savios" lol, that is going to stick for sure. Like when I'm watching modern political propaganda clips of TV on the Internets. Bzzt! Zeero Savios! Next? "Oh that guy? He is off the Savio Scale!" Heh.

Everything in your essay really inspired me Cant Stop the Signal, great writing, great content, it feeds me. Mmm popcorn. Biggrin I only have the Netflix, no Amazon. Do you ever look over at open culture movies, or archive.org? Public Domain stuff mostly, maybe too off-topic. Anyway, I really really appreciate the writing, feel lucky to be reading it. If you find something I can access, I'll happily help transcribe whatever you want. Written words rule, imo. Thanks

Peace & Love
Happy Hump Day "Nothing goes wrong on hump day"

Edited to add more popcorn links: Pablo Neruda Documentary (Part 1 of 6) skip the three minute intro, and this four minute clip has Allende and Pinochet at the end. I couldn't get sound so watched it like a presentation, text on screen:
Pablo Neruda Biography

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@eyo Isabel Allende is the cousin of President Salvador Allende. She helped to smuggle people out of the country until she and her family started receiving death threats, at which point she fled.

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"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
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"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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@eyo Bzzt! Zeero Savios! Next? "Oh that guy? He is off the Savio Scale!" Heh. LMAO; "off the Savio Scale" is pretty damned funny.

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"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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"Obama promised transparency, but Assange is the one who brought it."

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@dervish It's my way of ranking movies, based on Mario Savio, who led the Free Speech movement at Berkeley and made this important speech:

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--Zack de la Rocha

"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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@eyo Thanks for the links, eyo; I didn't even know openculturemovies existed, though I have a dear friend who used to work for the Internet Archive. Smile

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"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha

"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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@eyo "After his death, Pinochet ordered the army to burn his library and flood his house."

Like I said, one of the worst people the human race has yet produced. Petty, puerile resentment wedded to massive military power.

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"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha

"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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Beginning to get a handle on my sleep problems, so I'll be around more.

Hope you all are doing well!

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"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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@Cant Stop the Macedonian Signal Anybody else been having problems sleeping the last 3 months?

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-- Fiver

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@Cant Stop the Macedonian Signal Three years? But I am retired and sleep like the owls. Wink

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than three months.

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@HenryAWallace I've had problems sleeping for longer, but it's been much worse the past three months.

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"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha

"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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@HenryAWallace Thanks, Henry. I appreciate it.

Helps that I like both poets.

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--Zack de la Rocha

"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

@Cant Stop the Macedonian Signal

great post, though. Face it: You have smarts and skills!

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I had enough of going to movies alone in college. Got a season pass to some film series and went I think weekly,late afternoon showings. Can't recall a single one now. Some discomfort going by myself.

A blip in the improving weather of spring. 21F and snowing again. But it's just today, tomorrow sunshine and warmer. Best (only) birthday gift was my son's phone call from Sydney, Australia. He and girlfriend were off to see the roos and koalas. They were impressed with Sydney Harbor. He's not easily impressed. Back to the USA on Friday. They are becoming world travelers. His affiliation with the airline industry pays his way, his job. I hope I am sufficiently healed by the end of May to travel to Dallas for her graduation from Baylor Dental School, and can meet her family. Wouldn't it be nice to have a dentist in the family?

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@riverlover Wish you lived closer by. One of the frustrating characteristics of the modern age--you can meet people (sort of) from all over the world, but most of them you won't be able to ever actually see. Meanwhile, making connections in real life, to people in your town or city, is harder than ever, in my estimation.

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"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha

"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

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feel free to pm me and let me know.

In fact, I'm going to put this near the top of the essay....

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"More for Gore or the son of a drug lord--None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord."
--Zack de la Rocha

"I tell you I'll have nothing to do with the place...The roof of that hall is made of bones."
-- Fiver

Here is Juan Browne's report from Brazil. I love this guy, think he is a great citizen reporter, sharing what he knows with the resources available. First thing I noticed in the video was lane-splitting! lol, he has a little bit on it. He brings all the nerd storage stats that I like, and finally I get to feel kinda good about use of advanced technology. HiDef geomapping to save the planet, not destroy it. Plus I LOVE big machines, it's a weird compulsion can't get rid of. Used to watch some show on TV that was all about yuge equipment and projects and stuff. Morbidly fascinating.

I always tried to stay away from the hyperbole of possible catastrophe, but he goes there. Good detail about what could happen (thanks to Russia no kidding) if the hydro-intakes get clogged, it's all a very delicate balance, everything is connected and working.

Here's a link to his page of videos, because he mentioned "people stealing his data" or something at the end, maybe he wants more hits more money. I think he is buying stuff like wind shields for the mics, but I don't know.https://www.youtube.com/user/blancolirio/videos

Thanks

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She had just received her 20 chicks. Mixed breeds, will pare down to 12, giving away remainders to beginners. It is hard to learn how to positively introduce chicks to an established hen house. Weeks of socialization and letting them find the new pecking order (literally). The chicks will live in three spaces before hen house. One in/out but separate from the hens extant. Eggs from these newbies in minimum 20 weeks. I consider backyard (or frontyard) chickens and then think FOX. Or dog.

Just an interesting conversation with another retired molecular biologist. We are weird, each one.

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and good morning cc1%. We watch a lot of movies. We get DVD's from our great Mutnomah County library system. Our branch is small but we have access online to all the books in every library in the county. It's search function is pretty sketchy if your just browsing but I've learned to navigate it. The last overtly political bio movie I watched was Che. Biographical movies about icons be they musicians, artist's or politicians, Great Men or Women can be awful if they are not fictionalized, imo. This one sounds like I would like it. I'll find it on the library website and put a hold on it.

I love mysteries and pulps, crime fiction from police procedurals, noir, spys and even some cozy's. Lately I've been reading a lot of foreign authors as American crime fiction seems obsessed with freaking gratuitous violence, Spooks and patriotic bs. there is no way that I can view the CIA and der Homeland Security as good guys. Shoot them up's, torture and perverted sex novels do not interest me. I like my detectives to be complex characters and anti-heroes. My favorites are political in the sense that the hero takes on the establishment and is a seeker of justice. They also should be humanist's and philosophical to keep me interested in the plot.The best ones tread a fine line between good and bad guys, flawed and human.

I went on a Celtic Noir book binge starting a few years ago. One my favorite authors is Ian Rankin. He's a Scottish writer who's stories are usually set in Edinburgh. We ordered up the TV show based on Rankin's books featuring his detective, John Rebus. We just finished watching season 1 and 2. It was pretty good but it's hard to take a complex book and reduce it to a 40 minute. TV crime shows based on books I've read and liked usually bear no resemblance to the authors creations.

The Rebus series actually used the original titles for most of the episodes. I liked Ken Stott, of Hobbit fame, as Rebus. Rebus's female sidekick Siobhan was way too insipid imo. Rebus's boss and ex-lover DI Templar was played much closer to the strong intelligent woman in the books. If you have already got a picture in your minds eye about a fictional character it's hard to dispel it.

Ken Stott did not look at all like how I had pictured John Rebus. This actor somehow played him so well that after the first episode he was Rebus to me. My favorite episode was the last one, Knots and Crosses. It was also one of my fav's in print. It's a Edinburgh gangster tale about fueding families. Rankin's mysteries are often about gangsters or the dark underbelly of Edinburgh be they regular people, pols or crooks. Rebus has empathy for both victims, villains and those in between.

I won't go into the plots but it was a decent series. We watch a lot of Italian, Scottish, Scandinavian and British tv serials. We eat late and do not often have time for a full length movie. American TV shows usually bore me. Shah googled the show and found out that Ian Rankin bought back the rights to his character and books. He won't be making anymore Rebus shows unless he has total control over his work. He did not like the fact that they crammed a his complex books into 45 minutes. The show did lose a lot of the complexity of the plots and tended to over dramatize the characters rather then develop them.

We are currently watching another mystery series called Longmire. This series has even shorter episodes and does not seem to use Craig Johnson's novels. The female lead once again is weak tea compared to Vic in the novels. Shah ordered up a French and a Swedish mystery TV series. He read about them in the Ian Rankin article. Rankin wanted Rebus to be more like these shows which apparently take 3-6 episodes to cover the stories. Perhaps by next week or so I may write about them on At the Movies.

I'm trying to find some recent/new comedies, movies or tv, that are funny. If any of you have some suggestions let me know.It's really hard to find any that are funny. Then again our funny bones all vary as to what tickles them Have a great day everyone.

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@shaharazade

My husband and I are completely addicted to foreign crime/intrigue TV serials and foreign movies in the same genre. Doesn't matter, German, Belgian, Dutch, Scandinavian, British Isles, Australian, bring it on! Subtitles no problem. We like how they unfold in a leisurely fashion, have complex characters, have little or no reliance on American tics of gratuitous violence and unfunny snark. We watch a lot of quirky, odd things that we usually end up enjoying quite a bit if only for the uniqueness and risk-taking.

I really really enjoyed Force Majeure recently, a Swedish drama about a family caught in an avalanche while on vacation at a ski resort. I don't want to say too much more than that because it would ruin it, but its not a disaster movie, except that it explores how our reactions and behavior about what is important to us during a disaster can be quite revealing and perhaps not in a complimentary fashion. It becomes a Rashomon about different recollections. Highly recommend if you haven't seen it. Morlang (Dutch) was also good. Note that neither of these movies are crime dramas but more in the psychological thriller category, another fave. I also have some strange fondness for the Arctic circle bleakness genre and found the ultimate fix in the serial Fortitude which is a mystery/crime/thriller/sci-fi masterpiece in my opinion with a great cast

If you're looking for funny Hot Fuzz had us laughing our asses off, something that does not occur that often. I'll have to look through our watch list, and throw out some other titles for you.

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" “Human kindness has never weakened the stamina or softened the fiber of a free people. A nation does not have to be cruel to be tough.” FDR "

not that a film review is not good. But your post was a little history, a little artistic review, a little poetry sampling, a little autobiographical and, overall, very informative. Among other things, I never knew or thought about how Lorca died. Thanks for this!

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@HenryAWallace I was cast as an elderly servant. At some point I had to scream at offstage violence. Good thing it was a short run,very hard to play a servant, older when one is 17.

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In high school.

What, you guys had already done The Cenci?

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" “Human kindness has never weakened the stamina or softened the fiber of a free people. A nation does not have to be cruel to be tough.” FDR "

@riverlover

I sprayed my hair gray, which I thought made me look very mature. LOL!

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as one of the dotty old aunts. It was a lot of fun.

The whole concept of what older people look and act like has changed entirely from when that play/movie was originally popular in the 30s/40s. It might be interesting to do a modern remake with them reformulated into the yoga pant, multiple face lift granny model of today. On reflection, perhaps it's a bit odd that the whole concept of sweet, serial killer aunties was ever the plot basis for a light/screwball comedy.

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" “Human kindness has never weakened the stamina or softened the fiber of a free people. A nation does not have to be cruel to be tough.” FDR "

@Phoebe Loosinhouse

Wink

Glad to see you posting!

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