Yesterday I put my parents on the GHAN which will take them back to dark and wet Adelaide. After a couple of months in the Top End they’ll suffer the cold seeping into their 80 year old bones.
I don’t communicate well with my father but I make sure that we bump along so that we don’t create a situation like Carolinkus that I’m sure sets children up for a lifetime of unassuagable grief.
While they were here I took Mum to the deckchair theatre to see a French Canadian movie called Les Invasions Barbares. If you get an opportunity go and see it. One of the best I’ve seen in years.
Of course reviewers in the Daily Texan had to find a link to 9/11.
The opening-night film [of the Toronto Festival,] writer-director Denys Arcand’s “The Barbarian Invasions,” includes brief footage of the second plane crashing into the World Trade Center.
Arcand uses the footage as an introduction to a TV historian’s comparison of the United States to the Roman Empire as it was besieged by outside forces that led to its downfall.
“He says Sept. 11 was the first time that the barbarians have launched a successful attack into the heart of the empire,” Arcand said. “And maybe that date will be viewed in future centuries as the beginning of the great barbarian invasions.”
“The Barbarian Invasions” was one of the few triumphs at Cannes, where it earned the screenplay prize for Arcand and the best-actress award for Marie-Josee Croze, who plays a heroin addict enlisted to score illegal drugs that ease a dying man’s pain.
But I thought it was more about a father/son relationship, it was those bits in the movie made me cry.