Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Comment on The Belmont Club
"Sixty seven years"

The movies taught men how to be men and women how to be women. They had something for everyone, a beauty suffering in great clothes for the women and a knock down fight for the tough guys. While they choose sides in political debates, and unashamedly cheered for FDR, the tough immigrant merchants in charge insisted on a basic respect for the audience and worshiped America. Jewish boys from Brooklyn sat among the palm trees and made up songs and stories about dancing in Venice or a small town Judge in Protestant Ohio and it worked.

While the writers actually did go to the trouble of sitting around in Super Seeekrit Party meetings to discuss advancing the red agenda during the day they stopped pretending that they were still holding undergraduate bull sessions. They had jobs.

Orson Welles said that a film set was "the world's greatest set of electric trains." It was a place where the essential roles of fantasy and practicality could come together. Both are needed to keep us creative and productive, otherwise we are just ants toiling away. Movies appeal to the naval officer in me. A studio was like a ship. Hundreds of tough hard working craft specialists come together to build and operate an incredibly complex machine under the direction of ruthless tyrants and take it in search of the unknown. What could be more romantic?
[last lines]
Captain Ramius: "... and the sea will grant each man new hope, as sleep brings dreams of home." Christopher Columbus.
Jack Ryan: Welcome to the New World, Captain.
- The Hunt for Red October
H/T imdb

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