Movie Review

Thursday, March 10, 2005.
I feel obsessed with the thought of growing old. A few weeks ago a lovely lady, a resident of this fine apartment building, offered to give me a new television and I accepted. I have lived without one for many years and now I see why.
The building is wired for cable television and it is freely given to all the tenants. So I have the television and a full cable hookup, all as a gift. There are four or five commercial free movie channels. Almost all the movies are atrocious and insidiously addictive. There have been several movies, the themes of which are about growing old, even though they are the same superficial Hollywood artless statements; I still have a tendency to identify at least with the theme. The only one that actually approached anything meaningful was about a woman (Vanessa Redgrave), actually there were several characters in the storyline but it was seen through Vanessa's eyes for the most part. The drudgery and the futility of life, the anguish of haunting memories, and the binding chains of selfish vanity which make growing old ugly were expressed in a way that only a beautiful woman could portray even though the same concepts are applicable to the male ego.
The setting of the movie was in an aristocratic English background, which due to the gross ignorance, illiteracy, and crudeness of the average American, will certainly cause it to be less than a box office smash.
At the risk of being an awful hypocrite I recommend not only not seeing the movie but blowing up your television set.