I gotta agree. I remember, years ago, when I first read one of Cheshire's reviews, thinking that he was probably the most intelligent reviewer that I had ever read. After following his raves to 2 or 3 stinkers though, I realized that writing an intelligent-sounding review is not really a substitute for actual critical acumen. But really, let's be fair- how many reviewers dependably deliver that? Buncha gasbags... I suspect, though, that a guy like Cheshire has his own ideas, interests and obsessive themes which he cannot resist expressing through the bent prism of his "reviews". If this is the case, how could he not repeatedly miss the point? Perhaps the movie is serving the review(er), rather than the other way around?
"Viridari" seems to find it presumptuous that Ms. Sheehan invokes her dead son's name in her efforts to bring an end to the war which took his life, and yet then proceeds to invoke Casey's presumed "probable" disagreement with his mother- that is WAY presumptuous, exploitative AND hypocritical! You have a right to your opinion, Viridari, and I don't know whether Casey would have agreed with you or not- but I sure as hell don't, and I have a son who is currently deployed for the fourth time. Yay Cindy!
Thanks, Stan. My son joined the Rangers shortly before the doctrine of "pre-emptive war" reared it's ugly head. Like most, he was just trying to support his family. Like too many, his family broke up under the insane demands of his situation in the military. Of course I worry for his safety, but perhaps even more I worry for the damage that may be done to his spirit by way of obedience to an amoral and corrupt leadership. You left out one who disobeyed whose example we now sorely need to have replicated: Daniel Ellsberg!
When I first moved to the triangle in the early 8o's, Craver and Watson were still Ramblers, but Hicks and his wife had already formed their own group and played a regular gig at the Station in Carrboro. A folklorist friend once dragged me along to a stifling folklorist party where I ended up hanging out in the corner with an equally uncomfortable John D. Holeman- a swell guy and one of the few carriers of the torch once held by the great Lightnin' Hopkins, perhaps the most underappreciated of the great old bluesmen. From up here on the side of a mountain in Colorado, it makes me so happy to see that all of the above are still carrying on, as is the Festival for the Eno, one of the best little festivals ever. But what I don't understand is, why are there so few comments in the online Independant? Am I the only one reading it and everybody else just picks it up on the street? Guess so... but anyway, thanks for putting it online!
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