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Categorize this as "docutainment." It explains the housing market collapse of 2008 with dry humor and aplomb. It was not difficult for a man with an expired bachelor's degree in statistics. I knew there was trouble when the radio public service announcements began back in 2003. "Home ownership in the US is at an all time high, but Hispanics and African-Americans are under- represented." Whoa! I talked to some of my banker friends, and they explained to me that a congress which grills ball players about alleged steroid abuse would not overlook an opportunity to investigate banks on charges of racism.
Banks began rolling credit card debt into mortgages in order to get the uncreditworthy into homes of their own, all the while warning the borrowers not to rack up too much consumer debt in the future. Naturally, once into the new home in a middle-class neighborhood, they'd buy Escalades, Bimmers, Volvos, and then buy fancy rims for the Slade, and sure enough when the ARM rate went up, out went the For Sale signs. It became clear that too many new homes had been built, too many mortgages had been sold, and a bubble formed.
The Big Short explains the gambling aspect of the bailout with a degree of humor that ought to scare the viewer. Ultimately, the taxpayers were put on the hook for a mere 5 trillion dollars. John Bird and John Fortune put a video on YouTube about the sub-prime crisis.
Banks began rolling credit card debt into mortgages in order to get the uncreditworthy into homes of their own, all the while warning the borrowers not to rack up too much consumer debt in the future. Naturally, once into the new home in a middle-class neighborhood, they'd buy Escalades, Bimmers, Volvos, and then buy fancy rims for the Slade, and sure enough when the ARM rate went up, out went the For Sale signs. It became clear that too many new homes had been built, too many mortgages had been sold, and a bubble formed.
The Big Short explains the gambling aspect of the bailout with a degree of humor that ought to scare the viewer. Ultimately, the taxpayers were put on the hook for a mere 5 trillion dollars. John Bird and John Fortune put a video on YouTube about the sub-prime crisis.
Having recently read Goodbye Good Men by Michael S. Rose -- which goes into excruciating detail about homosexuality in the Roman Catholic seminaries during the Sexual Revolution of the 60s and 70s, which inevitably led to the ordination of sexual deviants -- 6% according to the film, the pedophile priest scandal was a dreadful accident waiting to happen. Church authorities were indeed negligent and chose to engage in the massive cover-up, and the Globe's expose did some good. Catholic-bashers (both Christian and otherwise) gloated with glee when the story hit (and kept on hitting).
However, there were numerous other reports of pervert rabbis preying on school children which also were swept under the rug with the complicit assistance of newspapers. And also buried deep in the Metro section on page E-7 was the massive abuse committed nationwide by secular teachers both male and female.
I'm sure the advocates of the "do your own thing," and "if it feels good" movements who preach tolerance of wickedness and evil, and those who define deviancy down won't like this comment, but that's the breaks. Deal with it!
However, there were numerous other reports of pervert rabbis preying on school children which also were swept under the rug with the complicit assistance of newspapers. And also buried deep in the Metro section on page E-7 was the massive abuse committed nationwide by secular teachers both male and female.
I'm sure the advocates of the "do your own thing," and "if it feels good" movements who preach tolerance of wickedness and evil, and those who define deviancy down won't like this comment, but that's the breaks. Deal with it!
It's worth more than a 5! Random Hearts is one of very few films shot entirely in the Washington DC area, and I like to revisit for historic reasons.
The film unfolds slowly and runs for more than 2 hours – a tough sell in an age of 10-second attention spans. But the plot is more complex than it seems. There is a large cast of sleazy, disgusting people. I got much more from a third viewing; significantly turning up the volume during the first 5 minutes – especially the haranguing, racist lawyer in the court scene. The dialog often seems to be almost mundane filler, but no phrase or word is wasted because everything comes back to haunt later as the lies and deceit crash back down the mountain of infidelity. Meanwhile their workday routines are what anchor the sad survivors.
Ford is an IAD detective investigating a crime lord who's brazen enough to attempt murder in broad daylight. Kristin Scott Thomas works very well as the icy preppie congress-critter kicking off a campaign and determined to keep any whiff of negativity at bay. Her strategy is to move on immediately since there's nothing she can do to bring back either her cheating husband or his lover. But Ford is a cop and has to know; not so much out of spite, but because his training taught him to spot liars – and he couldn't believe that his wife had duped him. Naturally they realize their spouses were leading double lives while their friends and co- workers covered for them.
The couple finally realize as the gossip reaches her daughter that they both need closure. Both stars played the best, most convincing roles of their careers. Harrison Ford in particular reached his John Wayne moment.
The love scene in her car at National Airport is so packed with intense emotion that words escape me.
If you hated it the first time around, try it again, and repeat, "this is not a chick flick."
The film unfolds slowly and runs for more than 2 hours – a tough sell in an age of 10-second attention spans. But the plot is more complex than it seems. There is a large cast of sleazy, disgusting people. I got much more from a third viewing; significantly turning up the volume during the first 5 minutes – especially the haranguing, racist lawyer in the court scene. The dialog often seems to be almost mundane filler, but no phrase or word is wasted because everything comes back to haunt later as the lies and deceit crash back down the mountain of infidelity. Meanwhile their workday routines are what anchor the sad survivors.
Ford is an IAD detective investigating a crime lord who's brazen enough to attempt murder in broad daylight. Kristin Scott Thomas works very well as the icy preppie congress-critter kicking off a campaign and determined to keep any whiff of negativity at bay. Her strategy is to move on immediately since there's nothing she can do to bring back either her cheating husband or his lover. But Ford is a cop and has to know; not so much out of spite, but because his training taught him to spot liars – and he couldn't believe that his wife had duped him. Naturally they realize their spouses were leading double lives while their friends and co- workers covered for them.
The couple finally realize as the gossip reaches her daughter that they both need closure. Both stars played the best, most convincing roles of their careers. Harrison Ford in particular reached his John Wayne moment.
The love scene in her car at National Airport is so packed with intense emotion that words escape me.
If you hated it the first time around, try it again, and repeat, "this is not a chick flick."