Joe and I saw The Day After Tomorrow at the Uptown, DC’s premier big house movie palace, and it has a stunning curved screen. We sat about ten rows back with our periphery encased. I couldn’t care less about the movie’s iffy science. I appreciated its adherence to disaster film conventions, and I love that Roland Emmerich always saves the dog. After dinner, we obliterated any save-the-world-feel-good vibes with Interiors, arguably Woody’s best film. I hadn’t seen it in several years and I was stunned by its timeless, quiet power.
Finally, I was no fan of Reagan’s, believe me, but I’m even less a fan of the shrill, whiney finger wagging in the wake of his passing. Jeez. Re. Lax. Where was the active outrage at a time when it was useful?
The inventory of his presidential misdeeds
· Creating an underclass larger than that of the Depression.
· Allowing the AIDS crisis to languish.
· Dumping hundreds of thousands of mentally ill onto the streets, without aid.
· Undermining our schools with extreme budget cuts and defining ketchup as a vegetable.
· Tripling our national debt.
· Initiating a drug “war” that values punishment over treatment.
is long. But he did say, in a speech, one of the most beautiful phrases I’ve ever heard a president speak. In his address to the nation in the aftermath of the Challenger tragedy, he said the astronauts "slipped the surly bonds of earth to touch the face of God.”
He may have borrowed the quote. I don’t know but it’s one I’ve always remembered. It has gained resonance for me.