Because just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he deserves a movie. And just because he got a movie anyway doesn’t mean it’s good. As the steadily balding and steadfastly boring cinematic pope, Thomas Kretschmann treads water for a while until a tidal wave of the usual biopic suspects (temporal fragmentation, indifference to characterization or theme, dialogue bound for Barlett’s Familiar Quotations) drags him under.
First off, “commerations” to Pulao on a prelim turn-in!
Secondly, in the upcoming elections, all the winds seem to be blowing in the right correct direction. And I must say, I’m hoping to have a big celebration on election night, but three things caught my eye today. None of these stories suggest that opinion in this country is changing, but it does remind me that it takes more than opinion to win in electoral politics.
It first takes a transparent and clear system for voting. And with the NY Times analysis of voting maching troubles that don’t even have . . .
This one’s from Mumbai… y’ know the city in the country famous for its snake charmers and…