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The Barbarian Invasions

Watched a really good movie last night called The Barbarian Invasions. I am still processing it.

Some of the "Barbarian Invasions" in the movie= disease, capitalism, love, lust, terrorism, death . . .

At one point the dying father( who is a history professor and a socialist) responds to the young junkie's comment about the universal nature of death (lots of people are dying as I type this) with "me, what about me." (or something like that).

So when the good socialist is faced with death self-preservation kicks in. It's no longer mediocre medical care for everyone.
Medical care becomes less abstract when you are dying. Less an idea.

The estranged son in the movie is a millionaire capitalist involved with oil investments. But the son helps make his father more comfortable with his money (and gets around the medicare gridlock). The son gets our sympathy, afffection. He becomes the hero of the movie.

So Barbarian Invasions can be systems of thought that invade and challenge.

Barbarian=other. Other on a political (socialism and capitalism) and biological (disease, virus etc.) But ultimately the other is not seperate from the individual.

It is there all along.

Anyway, just some very quick thoughts. I watched The Barbarian Invasions as part of Cinematique Carolina at the Carolina Theatre. It was an amazing experience. Greensboro finally has a place for independent and foreign movies and you can purchase and drink beer/wine in the movie theatre. Next weeks movie is Sping, Summer, Winter ...and Spring. Control Room and Life of Brian are playing in the next few weeks. They are also doing an Orson Welles Film Festival. I hope they keep this theatre alive. I am really excited to finally find a place in Greensboro to watch art house films. (Big thanks to Angie Decola for introducing me to Cinematique Carolina).

The Carolina Theatre also happens to be really really gorgeous inside:

Carolina Theatre


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