movie time

You, the unfortunate followers of this blog have apart from suffering my random musings on many things under the sun must also suffer my movie choices.

Over the long Easter weekend, I had a lot of time to reflect on my life and got to watching many movies, thanks to slow internet and Netflix. So I watched the dressmaker and the one great thing about this movie is how Tilly gets her revenge against a community that shunned her and her mother for a long long time. It reminded me of three billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri.

If you have some time, get yourself some candy or whatever it is you like munching during movies.

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The ring

In the recent past, people I know have lost friends, relatives, parents and all which means I can continue with our discussions around death.

In this post, I tell you about an old movie, the ring where there is a video which if you listen to, you got 7 days to die.

I thought it would have a happy ending but there is a twist.

The question I ask is the small girl justified in letting those who see the video and do nothing die? Is it enough that she wasn’t heard and all she wants is to be heard?

If you have watched the film, weigh in below.

on death

In the last post on the subject, I did ask whether death is bad for us. Reactions varied from those who take the Epicurean/ Lucretian position, that death is nothing us or death like the period before our birth has nothing on us. Or take the position of Hariod that there’s no ‘I’ to be decimated by death. There is the further position that in some situations, death is actually a good.

The movie Solace explores this last position. Charles Ambrose has extraordinary powers. He is also a murderer on a mission. He murders are quick and from what we are told, painless. But his victims, he argues are spared extreme pain and suffering. Dr. John, the other psychic, tells him to stop playing god, he says about god’s work, he is unimpressed. In a chance meeting at a restaurant between Dr. John and Ambrose, he, John, asks if Ambrose knows or understands the value of the few hours or days to a dying person? That the prospect of life, even if painful is much preferred to death?

So the question we come to then, is, are there compelling reasons to justify mercy killing?

 

 

discrimination, poverty and ignorance

In this 2012 production, Hadji, who has been living in the USA is arrested following intel that he has been funding or directing terrorist activities from US soil and is set for deportation to Turkey to face trial.

He tells Firat, the cop from Turkey, mankind has three problems; discrimination which can be solved by love and compassion, poverty,  by sharing and ignorance which can only be resolved by education. He had escaped ignorance at Bitlis to go to the US and sadly, he dies as a result of ignorance, in Bitlis.

Hadji says there is one irrefutable truth to every human; to be born and to die. Life is but a bridge that links these two ends and we spend a lifetime trying to bridge this gap.

The acting is generally good. Becker of the FBI thinks all Muslims are terrorists and I don’t know how he expects to get answers from the same Muslims when he goes all macho into a mosque during prayer time and starts barking orders.

If you have 115 minutes to spare, and don’t know what to do with it, then here is something you could do with it.

And a poem

On the day I die, when I’m being carried
toward the grave, don’t weep. Don’t say,

He’s gone! He’s gone. Death has nothing to do with going away. The sun sets and

the moon sets, but they’re not gone.
Death is a coming together. The tomb

looks like a prison, but it’s really
release into union. The human seed goes

down in the ground like a bucket into
the well where Joseph is. It grows and

comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here, and immediately

opens with a shout of joy there.

All the money in the world

Is a movie about a man so rich, all he had was money. He died holding a painting. There was no one, repeat no one, to help him. But I go ahead of myself.

We are told Mr. Getty was so rich, no one individual before him had been as rich as he was in the entire universe. He is a great art collector, though, I think sometimes people fleece him and sell him fakes. He has no love for humans. He sees them as pests or as out to take his money.

Getty in order not to pay tax registers his empire as a trust fund. He gives no money to charity. In fact, he gives no money to no one. In his house, should you want to make a phone call, there is a pay phone in the lobby for your use.

Maybe the wife left him. I can’t recall what happens to her. For the son, the less said the better.

As for the daughter in law, she is great.

The grandson gets into trouble, or rather, trouble follows him. He is kidnapped by some outlaws who demand $17mn as ransom. When the money is not forthcoming, they sell him to an ‘investor’ who demands $7mn. The mother doesn’t have this money. The grandfather on the other hand could have raised this money without a sweat but simply refuses to do so.

The old man says everything and everyone has a price. The only struggle in the world is to know what that price is.

In order not to be a spoilsport, I will stop here and recommend you watch the movie. If you have watched it, you can weigh in below.

A United Kingdom

A movie.

A young man, Seretse Khama, from Botswanaland, is sent to the UK, following the death of his parents to prepare him for his role as chief of his people. After two decades, he is ready to return home, but there is a small complication. The man has fallen in love with a white woman, Ruth Williams. This would not be so bad were it not that apartheid was how the government of South Africa treated the relations between blacks and whites and the miscegenation laws were if not in the statutes, were there in practice.

The first question we are confronted with is whether, had the tables been turned, would Queen Elizabeth be eligible for the throne if she had a black man for a husband. I don’t know if the rules of the monarchy have changed, last time I heard, a member of the royal family destined to be king or queen wouldn’t marry a Catholic. Marrying black looks to me like a sure sign of foregoing the monarchy.

This however isn’t the only problem we have in our hands. The South Africans do not want the marriage to stand, at least not, if the husband and wife are both living in Botswanaland. They engineer a conflict between our young prince and his uncle, and to good effect. They even have a report manufactured to confirm this.

You all know young lovers and ideals. The love birds fly to Botswanaland only to receive a very hostile reception from all quarters. The sister to the young chief isn’t amused.

When in the village meeting is held and Seretse in a moving speech gets the nod from the people to be their chief, the die is cast and a battle of empires, so to speak, begins. The Brits hatch a plan to get the couple back in the UK. Seretse goes back on his own, leaving his wife to stay at home. He is banished from home and a long battle for freedom ensues.

The administrators from the colonial office are both ruthless and heartless.

The movie has some very great scenes and speeches. But most of the characters are cardboard characters. For example, Naledi, Sereste’s younger sister who, in her first meeting with Ruth is quite hostile transforms to be her defender, but this transformation is not well developed.

We also don’t get to see the conflicts the uncle struggles with, first when he departs to establish a new settlement after the villagers vote to have Sereste as their chief. There is just a single letter from nephew to uncle and then a meeting and we live happily ever after.


The first president of Botswana is the father of the fourth president who has started his tours of goodbye to his people as his term ends.

Khama Sereste put Botswana on the road for good governance and development, when instead of pursuing monarchy, suggested to the people they needed to elect their own leaders.


No man is free who is not master of himself


Just so stories

In this part of the globe, Victor Frankenstein is showing at the movies. I have a particular aversion to watching movies on books I have read or intend to read. 90% of the time I have been terribly disappointed by the scripting and other times scripting and performance.
So you can imagine how much I felt after sitting for almost 120 minutes watching this movie. The only thing it had in common with her book is the name. Victor is a happy fellow all the way. I think it is a movie that should be watched only by those who don’t know the book.
Horror of horrors. I was at this coffee place in the morning with two friends just after a site handover. So these three dudes, dressed to the nines and looking like they have some grey matter are having a conversation loudly. One of them says Obama is the reason terrorists are having a joyride in the world or something close. The same dude then says Trump is what the States need. I looked at him in disbelief. I think everywhere people just want to elect monkeys and then spend their while complaining how bad the president is.
End of story.