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Thursday, September 03, 2009
Trumbo
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Anonymous
If you haven't seen this film, you should. It's funny, heartbreaking, and absolutely wonderful. Here are a few clips.
True Story: Early 1980s, West Hollywood, California--I got a job waiting tables at Barney's Beanery, just down Santa Monica Boulevard from a dark, shoebox bar named The Raincheck Room (many stories there, many laughs, many potholes of the mind). I met Chris Trumbo there, and saw him on a number of occasions (I bartended there in 83 & 84), back when he drank and back when he'd had enough of drinking and chose to drink alcohol no more. He was (and presumably still is) a wry, piquant fellow, who smiled with an impish grin and whose voice was high up in his throat--I would cast him to play Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream if I did casting, but I don't, so there.
His father was treated by our republic the way intellectuals and leftists are treated in any democracy where actual democracy threatens to arise: he was pressed down and squashed by the thumbs of powerful and iniquitous vipers (vipers with thumbs!). Chris Trumbo did not betray any malice to our dysfunctional country, nor did having the weight of being 'the son of Dalton Trumbo' around his neck make him into anything but what he was: a smart, decent guy. He remained a humorous and kindly fellow--I last saw him about five years ago--I wish him well in all that he does.
I had a copy of Dalton's letters in paperback that I foolishly sold (at a very good price). What brilliance! Thanks, General, for bringing this to our attention.
I was forced to read "Johnny Got His Gun", by that asshole inner french teenager, Chuck. It was a stoopit book, about a stoopit piece of "battlemeat" that didn't have the grace or the courage to just die already after having been turned into an animated (barely) doormat on the Western Front in WWI (which WE won by kicking the Kraut's heinies!--all by ourselfs!!). Anywhy, that book, it sucked the largish one.
Now, the book I LIKED was "Night Of The Aurochs". If he'd a stuck to writin' that sort of thing and not gone all commie he'da prolly got himself hooked up with some people that would let him write screenplays for good movies like "Birth Of A Nation". He coulda been a contender, he coulda got rich.
i beat you to it..mjs..
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Rev 5:12
True Story: Early 1980s, West Hollywood, California--I got a job waiting tables at Barney's Beanery, just down Santa Monica Boulevard from a dark, shoebox bar named The Raincheck Room (many stories there, many laughs, many potholes of the mind). I met Chris Trumbo there, and saw him on a number of occasions (I bartended there in 83 & 84), back when he drank and back when he'd had enough of drinking and chose to drink alcohol no more. He was (and presumably still is) a wry, piquant fellow, who smiled with an impish grin and whose voice was high up in his throat--I would cast him to play Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream if I did casting, but I don't, so there.
ReplyDeleteHis father was treated by our republic the way intellectuals and leftists are treated in any democracy where actual democracy threatens to arise: he was pressed down and squashed by the thumbs of powerful and iniquitous vipers (vipers with thumbs!). Chris Trumbo did not betray any malice to our dysfunctional country, nor did having the weight of being 'the son of Dalton Trumbo' around his neck make him into anything but what he was: a smart, decent guy. He remained a humorous and kindly fellow--I last saw him about five years ago--I wish him well in all that he does.
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I had a copy of Dalton's letters in paperback that I foolishly sold (at a very good price). What brilliance! Thanks, General, for bringing this to our attention.
ReplyDeleteI was forced to read "Johnny Got His Gun", by that asshole inner french teenager, Chuck. It was a stoopit book, about a stoopit piece of "battlemeat" that didn't have the grace or the courage to just die already after having been turned into an animated (barely) doormat on the Western Front in WWI (which WE won by kicking the Kraut's heinies!--all by ourselfs!!). Anywhy, that book, it sucked the largish one.
ReplyDeleteNow, the book I LIKED was "Night Of The Aurochs". If he'd a stuck to writin' that sort of thing and not gone all commie he'da prolly got himself hooked up with some people that would let him write screenplays for good movies like "Birth Of A Nation". He coulda been a contender, he coulda got rich.