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agreed, grtud

Also, as I recall Kesey wasn't too thrilled at what happened to Sometimes a Great Notion, either. Now personally I found Sometimes a Great Notion unreadable (unlike Cuckoo's Nest) and thought the movie was darn good, though doubtless dumbed down, and in any case so harrowing I'd never watch it again. But in general I think letting Hollywood get its clutches on your work is kind of a deal with the devil.

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Kesey

Thanks Hal R.,
Now that you mention your recollections, I also remember him saying (somewhere) that same thing about the point of view of characters and the change that occurred between the book and movie, being a sore subject. Too bad though, nothing's perfect and the movie was a brilliant piece and brave for that period of American culture. I can also see why Kesey would have felt it was important to his own personal focus and theme(s) to stick with the book's version.
As for the Academy Award and not being mentioned, it's criminal but standard treatment for those of our society that will not categorically dismiss the benefits of entheogens, as Kesey was implored (and forced by law enforcement, ultimately). I'm not saying that these substances shouldn't be respected, I'm saying that they should be respected. Depending on your personal view of Kesey, one could make a point either way but regardless, what happened next was a horrible loss for our culture, one we are just now coming to grips with as the Orwellian reality unfolds before our very eyes.

"Land of the Free, indeed."

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Cuckoo's Nest

It has been awhile but I think that one thing that Kesey was upset about was that he wasn't even mentioned or thanked when it won an academy award.

Another was that the perspective was changed from where in the book it was from the Indian's view and in the movie it was more about the Nicholson character.

I liked them both.

I was working in a State Mental Hospital as an aide when the movie came out and had seen ECTs and patients like those portrayed so it was very personal for me. Not to mention the whole Kesey/Dead connection.

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman-Song of Myself

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"Almost Heroes"

Farley's last flick before his untimely (but not unexpected) death was panned (of course) by the various critics, employed by the fashion police media. Mathew Perry's over acting fit the masterful direction of Christopher Guest and the legendary Hamilton Camp's character role of Pratt was priceless. Camp as well as Farley will be forever and sorrowfully missed, in my home. Call me juvenile in my movie tastes, I like it that way.

Oh and richard, I know exactly what you mean about "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". I can't watch it anymore. Also, I still can't see what Kesey was so upset about when I do watch. I feel it was very well done.

"Good God man! I'm not talking about getting blind drunk, just a taste."
"Well a taste it shall be!!! How 'bout you get 'cer own bottle!"

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One Flew Over The Cukoos Nest

Just watched this movie for the first time in a really long time. Man is it fueling my mid-life crisis. I can feel the asylum we call society sucking the life right out of me.
Trying so hard to fit in where I don't belong....maybe I'll go back to tilting at windmills. At least that is more soul-satisfying.

I need to remember that money makes a great tool but a poor master.

OK, I've vented....I'll go to bed now.

Peace,
Richard

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The Future of Food

Anyone see this movie? Anyone? I'm curious and may rent via NetFlix.

"All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."

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In and Out

As promised to marye. Is a comedy, starring Kevin Klein, Matt Dillon, Joan Cusak, and Tom Sellick. Kevin Klein is a schoolteacher, who is engaged to Joan Cusak (who is brilliant in this film, her adventures make me pee my pants). Matt Dillon is a former student who "outs" Kevin Klein at the Oscars. As you can imagine, a whole hooplah ensues (is a small conservative town where everybody knows everybody). There are episodes in this film that made me laugh until I had tears in my eyes. There is a scene of Kevin Klein trying to be macho that is a real comedic gem. And I will say no more than that, in case you decide to see it.

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My Cousin Vinny

Forgot about this one but it's on one of the cable premium channels today, which reminded me.

"All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."

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Damn fine story

Batman!!!!!!!! Am glad to read that both you and that creature ended your encounter unharmed. Perhaps it had some message for you??? Perhaps you have passed some initiation test, and are now in the secret Bat brotherhood? Or perhaps he came to cleanse your house of some malignant insect spirit? The vision of some guy charging around his house in the middle of the night, equipped with Lacrosse gear just cracks me up.

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The End

I awoke and noticed the sky was now fully illuminated by a hidden sun that sulked behind the dark horizon. The living room looked like a psychedelic Chucky Cheese experiment that had gone terribly wrong. Pastel colored pens littered the floor, a child’s motley and ragged stuffed bear hung precariously from a valance over the window that looks out to (what will one day be) our private garden and a fluorescent colored ping-pong ball lay in the middle of the kitchen floor. Ping-pong ball??? Where the hell did that come from, I wondered? I hadn’t actually seen the winged Ozzy Ozbourne of Death leave via the open door but after the anti-aircraft barrage I had done an extensive search of the house for the bat, going to each accessible room and it’s corners like a S.W.A.T. officer in a low production movie “clearing” them nervously, holding a baton type Maglite (the one with like 12 “D” batteries that weighs 30 lbs.) and the smaller version of the lacrosse stick (and helmet, of course). I repeated the sweep of the house several times and had declared an “all clear” to myself. I had won! It had taken a slightly longer time but all was righteous in a world where humans sat atop the pyramid of the Animal Kingdom. Immediately upon my personal declaration of victory, I ingested 75 mgs of Benadryl to accelerate the sleep process and re-started my movie. That had been little more than an hour ago but why was I awake again? The bliss of success faded faster than my rising fear and adrenalin as I spotted the furry vampire making, once again, it’s way around my living room! FUCK!
This struggle had accelerated from a chance encounter between human and beast to a personal competition, which involved bragging rights between two social members and their respective groups. Bats are planning to take over the world, I reasoned. I was merely part of a twisted test scenario and perhaps the destiny of much more would be at stake if I failed, again. There are circumstances when we are pushed to our limits that define the nature of true grit. The sort of experiences that separate the preverbal “men from boys” in life that define timeless and vintage conflicts that ultimately pit the characters of fictional stories against real life dilemmas. What the heck did Chris Farley and David Spade do in that movie, “Black Sheep”, I asked? I ran to the closet and grabbed one of our large beach towels and used my wife’s nursing tape to affix it to the handle of the long pole version lacrosse stick. The other end, I attached to a formidable sized broom and using all my strength I held it open like some deranged version of a character cobbled together from Mad Max and William Wallace and charged the bat as it flew around the living room, timing my assault to corral the beast and force it into the office where I could, at least, confine it from the larger area which it had inhabited the past several hours. It sensed the onslaught and darted (as planned) into the office. I quickly slammed the French doors and barricaded them with the large (and heavy) beach towel at the threshold. Now to go outside, open the window and let nature (finally) take it’s course. Outside, I realized that I had not unlocked the window from the inside prior to my ingenious plan. Drats! Having locked myself out on at least one occasion since moving to this house, I had learned (the hard way) that these window locks are impenetrable to the old fashioned methods of defeat. I realized I would have to enter the office to put an end to this war, once and for all. Back inside, I “suited up” and cracked the door to see if I could detect a time when I could make my way inside without allowing the creature to escape. I detected no motion and after a few moments I slipped into the office, closed and LOCKED the door behind me. This struggle would end here, one-way or other and SOON. I unlocked the window and wrenched at the sill to open the upper half of the double hung pane but it wouldn’t budge. The effort had attracted the attention of my combatant and it swooped down toward me in several “dive bomb” attempts to rattle my nerve as I rattled the glass by hitting the frame several times with my palm, hoping the damn thing would break free of whatever kept it from opening. Finally I opened the lower half of the window and retreated to the confines of a small hallway that leads to our back room, which was at one time, a covered porch that was converted to indoor space some years prior to our purchase of the home. As I waited, the bat flew by near the ceiling level occasionally flying up to the closed section of window and veering away before repeating a circle of the small room. I couldn’t tell if it was toying with my hopes or attempting a bid at it’s own retreat. After several moments of repeating this dance, the bat again decided to take a rest and perched on the interior of the brick wall that extends from the living room to the office, which is the same wall containing the window. It looked over at me with it’s tiny pig nose huffing for oxygen and a sense of what I might do next. I could see it’s beady black eyes, it’s brown/black fur and the leathery skin of ears and wings drawn taught as it converted itself to a wall crawling contortionist. The beast was quite amazing and I felt a slight hint of admiration for it, bordering on compassion. It was looking directly at me when I blurted out, “For the love of God will you please leave my house!?! Go out the window, NOW!” It immediately flung itself airborne and made two or three low level circles around the office, one time flying into the cubby I occupied, causing me to hit the carpet in fear, before darting out the window and into the first rays of the suns direct light. I rushed over and slammed the window shut breathing a sigh of relief as I flopped into the computer chair. I took off the helmet and gloves, dropping them like a 1st grader home from the first full day of classes as I sloughed back to the couch.
The Benadryl had taken it’s toll on me and having opted for a Seinfeld season 8 DVD instead of my chosen flick, I almost immediately fell into a twilight between sleep and a foggy conscience state. I said a short prayer that my enemy had found safe passage back home when my wife appeared at the hallway’s entrance, holding both our Yorkies with a puzzled look (all three of them) and asked, “What the hell happened in here?” “Just a bad case of insomnia,” I replied as I gathered my pillows and headed down the hall for bed. I had had enough of Bat Country.

"All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him."

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