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Ceremony

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Directed by Max Winkler (2010)

Starring: Michael Angarano, Reece Thompson,  Uma Thurman, Lee Pace

Ceremony feels like an adult Rushmore.  It tries so hard to be like a Wes Anderson film or to follow the tradition of Quirky Independent American dramedies, and it makes for a pretty enjoyable movie.   Sam Davis (Angarano), a picture book author, drags his friend Marshall (Thompson) out of the city for a vacation.  What they’re really doing is crashing the wedding of Sam’s pen pal Zoe (Thurman), who he’s in love with.

It seems like Ceremony scratches an itch I needed: moving from the city of New York to a New England mansion, where every wedding guest hangs around to drink and wander around the beach.  Every main character has a serious personality flaw, from Marshall’s acknowledged anxiety disorder to the narcissism of Zoe’s fiance, Whit (Pace).

(And can we talk about Lee Pace in this movie for a second?  After Pushing Daisies I would have thought that he’d be stuck in the Nice Guy type, but that guy is proving he’s got range.  Especially the range of an asshole, which Whit is, but in a quasi-likable kind of way.  He’s just so handsome!  and clueless.  I can’t hate the clueless.)

It’s a surprisingly tight story, despite the languid nature of the wedding guests.  The wedding stretches out over a weekend, filled with parties and drinking and awkward sleeping arrangements.

Actually, what I really like about this movie is the ending.  It’s perfectly emotionally resonant, which might have to do with its choice of music, but I also just like how non-formulaic the characters’ actions are.  What Sam gets from the experience of crashing the wedding and trying to steal the bride is that he’s more similar to Whit than he could have imagined.  The character who shows the most growth is Marshall, even when he spends most of the second half looking for his missing pair of shoes.

The fact is, even later in life than we’d like to admit, Max Fischer and the other ghosts of high school still remain.  Sam and Marshall are in their early twenties, but it doesn’t make them any more mature.  Sam wants to have an adventurous life, but he pursues that goal without consideration for the people he involves and it’s fun to watch him realize that.

Love and Other Disasters

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Written and Directed by Alek Keshishian (2006)

Starring: Brittany Murphy, Matthew Rhys, Catherine Tate, Santiago Cabrera

Love and Other Disasters is a completely unoffensive romantic comedy set in London and referencing the career of Audrey Hepburn.  Roommates Jacks (Murphy) and Peter (Rhys) try to figure out their romantic relationships which are constantly compared to their own, platonic situation as best friends.  Both of them are working at major UK magazines, both of them enjoy brunch, both of them are consistently unsatisfied with their love lives.  While Peter can’t find a man who matches the fantasy in his head, Jacks won’t break up with her convenient boyfriend James (Elliot Cowan) even though she knows she’s not in love with him.

The film is structured very similarly to Audrey Hepburn, William Holden comedy Paris When it Sizzles (1964), with a screenplay’s directions introducing the characters based on a screenplay Peter is working on.  Jacks is explicitly styled to resemble Holly Golightly, especially contrasting the  movie with the novella’s handling of Paul’s sexuality.  While underscoring her own relationship with Peter, it also plays out in the meet-cute, romantic plot between Jacks and Paolo, the new photographer’s assistant.

Love and Other Disasters is stylish and cute, perfect for Sundays with nothing to do atmosphere.  Murphy’s casting is a little over the top with a repeated American-English accent noted in the screenplay, but a wardrobe chic enough to make up for her slightly too-shiny characterization.  Catherine Tate is, as always, fun to watch and her anecdotes about failed relationships with a Jamaican and phone-sex operator punctuate the neuroses of the others.  On the whole, the young upper-crust of London seem fun, more than a little shallow, and very worthy of a Hepburn-esque rom com.

I prefer the gay storyline, although it is comparatively straight (haha) forward to the mistaken sexual identity-immigration-flightly girl straight line.  There’s a final scene that is the perfect argument for the best and worst situations with epilogues, but I think it’s a great cap to such an escapist movie.

Film Club: Day for Night

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Jake, from Not Just Movies, and I were talking on the twitter about a Book Club for film blogging.  For our first pick, we discussed Day for Night or La Nuit Americaine (1973), directed by Francois Truffaut.  It’s about the production of Je Vous Presente Pamela, a family melodrama that takes place in Provence, but the hectic job of working on a movie set takes center stage.

A: Opening thought: I think Alphonse might have been inspiration for Max Fischer.  He’s the spitting image of Schwartzman on a go-cart.

J: I’m so glad we’re starting on the Wes Anderson connection. I kept thinking of that American Express commercial Wes made throughout the film, and I saw a lot of Max in Alphonse too. And I laughed about as hard at the look Léaud contemptuously throws at the crew member who comes to get him precisely because it reminded me of Max. It’s a petulant, sheltered, almost stunted childishness, the inverse of the very real angst exhibited by Léaud in the Antoine Doinel character he developed with Truffaut over several films.

I also think the film’s color palette, although captured with more improvisational flair than Anderson’s immaculate compositions, was an influence. Those flat but vibrant pastels certainly recur in Anderson’s filmography.

A: Oh, most definitely. I didn’t make the connection between that commercial, but now that you mention it, it’s the exact same feel, down to choosing which gun to use.

I loved that they chose to set the movie in the Riviera, since you’ve got that warm color palette, but at the end you’ve got a small town coated in snow with palm trees sticking up behind the set.  It matches the chaotic tone of working on set, where just about everything occurs.

J: Yeah, it’s so chaotic, in fact, that it’s hard to know where exactly to start when discussing the film’s overview of film production. Truffaut really stresses the surreality, even the solipsism, of filmmaking. He casts his little production area as a sort of self-contained world of artifice, where one can constantly see the falsity of it in long shot, only for it to feel so real up-close.

What’s interesting about this film as opposed to, say, 8 1/2 or The Player, is its resolute focus on the actual feeling of production. Those films about film approach the subject by way of the artistic process and workplace politics, respectively. Day for Night, on the other hand, is very much about the simple ordeal of coordinating and executing a film shoot, of finding practical solutions for everything from quick rewrites to unruly actors. For someone who helped put forward the auteur theory, Truffaut certainly shows just how much work, and by how many people, it takes to put even a modestly scaled film together.

A: He really emphasizes the nature of film as an artistic industry.  He did something similar with The Last Metro, only that focused on theater in war time.  But I like that there’s the apparent artificiality when all of the characters act so genuine around each other, whether they’re on set or behind scenes.  Even viewing their flaws, they all seem very likable people with the energy to create a film.

J: That’s the curious dichotomy of the film. Every character is, when viewed through a normal prism, completely insane. They’re all narcissistic, stunted and divorced from reality. Nevertheless, they’re linked by this shared madness. I love how casually some of the crew respond to the actors’ histrionic promises to leave show business. They don’t brush off these threats with cynical awareness that the actors couldn’t hack it in the “real world” (though that’s probably true); they just know that this life means too much to the people for them to just quit it.

That’s why I’m especially fascinated by the partners some of these people have who come from outside the industry. Julie’s husband, Liliane and Lajoie’s wife are all vastly different characters, but they share the common trait of exposing, in their own ways, the lunacy of the binds that tie the cast and crew. But they also show how genuine and deep those connections are.

A: I think they’re all connected by this love of film too.  All Alphonse wants to do is go to the movies and when they’re recording chatter their sound guy has to ask the crew not to talk about film.  It’s that drive that gets the crew to handle all of these histrionics.  Everyone works to their own goal.

The outside-spouses’ opinions seem just as off-kilter, even if they’re supposed to resemble the reality outside of production.  There’s the production manager’s wife who won’t give him a bit of peace and then Liliane is willing to run off with a stunt guy she just met.  It’s acknowledging a level of craziness in everyone.

J: I agree, though I think the madness of their own reactions stems at least partially from the effects of the industry. I think Truffaut is saying that the pull of the movies affects everyone. The production slowly absorbs civilians, from the cop who gave permission for a certain shoot to the restaurant patron invited by Severine to join the wrap party. Some people, like the wife or Liliane, just can’t handle the stress and surreality of this tight-knit world, but Truffaut’s view of the industry is never negative. After all, that industry is so attractive because it idealizes the world in which we live.

A: And film is never criticized for the flaws in the actors.  The admiration for it is underlined when Ferrand has dreams of when he stole the lobby cards from Citizen Kane.  That was easily one of my favorite scenes.  It’s such a tender moment of loving film.

So even when it creates these crazy people, they’re likable by default, since they’re working to create more of that.

J: Agree completely. Truffaut always claimed that the cinema saved his life, which it did first as the kind of fan who would steal lobby cards out of love and later as a critic and director. I think he shows how that feeling extends to everyone who works in film. They have their squabbles, their breakdowns, their flights of preening diva behavior, but they always rally to get the work done because it is their lifeblood.

I think that plays to Truffaut’s unique approach to New Wave  postmodernism. All of the Cahiers gang loved movies, but they responded in different ways with their filmmaking. Godard focused on the intellectual and contextual possibilities of  cinema. Rivette went the opposite way, creating sealed-off worlds to explore the structure of film qua film. Chabrol fed his quotation into more old-school, crowd-pleasing fare. But all of Truffaut’s references are emotional, celebrating film as something that links us all. Day for Night embodies that better than perhaps any of his other works.

A: That’s another connection between Wes Anderson and the Cahiers I’d say: there’s this completely apparent love for film in their own works, even if they use it differently.  Truffaut is probably the most sentimental of the group, but I appreciate that.  It adds such affection to the production.

I’m ashamedly not that familiar with the French New Wave auteurs, but I will say that I prefer Truffaut’s humanist approach to Godard’s political one.  I feel like that’s the major stand off in French film: make art that’s personal, or make art that’s challenging in both subject matter and form.

J: Absolutely, and I think Truffaut and Godard embodied that schism better than anyone, their friendship eventually growing incredibly frosty when Godard’s own sentimentality turned to full-on cerebral filmmaking.

I don’t think Truffaut was apolitical (heck, just watch The 400 Blows), but he still saw cinema as his guiding light. Even when Day for Night is at its most uncomfortable, it’s never anything less than elated to be making a movie. So many of his peers were breaking down every component of filmmaking and how the pieces fit together. Truffaut just loved the feeling it gave him.

A: And that is why I will always be a Truffaut Girl: his characters are zany and I love his view of cinema.

J: It’s been quite a while since I’ve watched a Truffaut film—and in the interim, I’ve become much more acquainted with Godard—and I’d forgotten just how pleasant he could be at his best. I do think he could sometimes be too precious by half, but Day for Night displays the best of Truffaut. I’d actually be hard-pressed picking it or The 400 Blows as my favorite of his. It’s chaotic and cheeky but sweet and joyful, and perhaps the least hung-up film about film ever made.

I think I’m all out of big points to say, but there are a few odd observations that I loved and wanted to mention:

-A drunken Severine getting so worked up during a shoot that she asks to just say numbers on-set and overdub the proper lines later like she did with Fellini.

-The you-go-girl response to Liliane running off with the stuntman: “I’d drop a guy for a film. I’d never drop a film for a guy!”

-How Julie’s husband subverts expectations. He’s the character you instantly distrust, the doctor now seeing his patient, having left his family to be with a woman who appears to be decades younger. But he’s so considerate and wise and genuine that I think he provides as much a rock for some of the other actors as he does Julie.

-That scene where they have to get the cat to drink from a saucer. I don’t think I stopped laughing the entire time, from the look of barely checked fury on the part of the handler who kept tossing the poor, uncooperative stray at the cream to the exasperated cry, “Listen, it’s very simple. We’ll stop and begin shooting again when you find me a cat who knows how to act!”

A: I like all of those scenes too.  And it’s fun how Dr. Nelson winds up not playing to type, but just genuinely loves Julie.

Some of my favorites include:

- Julie and Alexandre bonding over an old story about Hollywood.

- The go cart scene! (I can’t resist not bringing it up again).

-There’s this simple gesture when they’re going over the footage of the stuntman and the car, when they pause for the frame when he’s jumping out.  It’s a simple square off, then cutting motion with the fingers and it works so well with that particular montage.

-I also love that scene at the end when they shoot the death scene in the snow.  It’s so melodramatic and Hollywood, but it’s broken down in the same way the crowd scene was at the beginning. It becomes dramatic for the moment, but also for the careful choreography that goes into it.

The Last Days of Disco

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“Disco will never be over.  It will always live in our hearts and minds.”

Directed by Whit Stillman (1998) Starring: Chloe Sevigny, Kate Beckinsale, Chris Eigeman, Matt Keeslar

Rounding off Stillman’s Yuppie Trio is a film about the end of an era from the point of view of two assistants at a publishing company.  Charlotte (Beckinsale) and Alice (Sevigny) spend their time at their favorite club, where they dance and judge what relationships they would get out of the men they meet.  Their dialogue is often caustic and witty and they only ever seem to imagine hope when they talk about beloved disco.

Of their prospective suitors, Alice has the highest optimism and the worst luck.  She loses her virginity to Tom (Robert Sean Leonard) and gains two venereal diseases.  After that she bounces between Des (Eigeman) who is something of a cocaine addict and womanizer and Josh (Keeslar) who is very nice, but has a history of mental illness.  Her optimism also gets crushed a little as she lives with Charlotte in a Railroad apartment.

The third act moves from the female perspective to the men’s side, which makes it feel like Alice and Charlotte are left hanging for awhile.  Des’s club is involved in illegal activity of some sort, although he points out that he knows next to nothing about it.  Josh’s office is the ADA who is planning to prosecute, but his interest in Alice makes things complicated.  Paralleling that is the fact that no one really likes disco anymore, except for this small group of people.

The Last Days of Disco is unexpectedly charming and funny as it goes over the social mores from a generation ago, while young people make desperate attempts to climb the social ladder and still enjoy themselves for one night a week.  What I loved was that it championed optimism after all, even after disco was dead.

Almost Famous

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“Don’t let those swill merchants rewrite you.”

Directed by Cameron Crowe (2000) Starring: Patrick Fugit, Billy Crudup, Jason Lee, Kate Hudson

Almost Famous has definitely become a victim of the hype-machine.  Most of the people I met in high school who had seen this movie talked about it in hushed religious tones.  Suffice it to say, I wasn’t terribly impressed the first time I watched it, but seeing a guy go after what he was passionate for is a fairly brilliant story.  Glad that I stuck around for a second viewing.

William Morris (Fugit) is a young music writer who lands a commission with Rolling Stone on the band Stillwater.  Along the way, William becomes enamored with the lovely Penny Lane (Hudson).  In a rather equivalent situation, he also admires Stillwater’s front man Russell Hammond (Crudup).  The story alternates behind words of wisdom from Penny about being around a band and William desperately trying to get an interview with Russell.

Why is Penny Lane an issue?  She always comes off a little too idealized to be considered a real character.  While she’s not perky enough to be an official Manic Pixie Dream Girl, there isn’t much that’s revealed about her that alters William’s original idealization. It’s not enough that he’s in the observing role for much of her antics.  While the moments in New York suggest that there are real emotions behind her persona, she isn’t fully realized by the end.  The movie drops off to let William finish his story (since this is his story) with Rolling Stone, and the last word comes from mentor Lester Bangs (Philip Seymour Hoffman): “And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem.  Good-looking people don’t have any spine.  Their art never lasts.  They get the girls, but we’re smarter.”

But like I said earlier: The strengths of Almost Famous lie in its basic plot, sans extended romance.  The ability to run off and write about a band for a national magazine, away from the perpetually nervous mother and unhappy school life in order to see everything that goes on behind the scenes while on tour is a fantasy for a fifteen year old kid, especially now.

The Darjeeling Limited

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Written By Wes Anderson, Roman Coppola, and Jason Schwartzman

Directed by Wes Anderson (2007)

Starring: Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman, Owen Wilson, Amara Karan, Anjelica Huston

When I think about The Darjeeling Limited almost two weeks after watching it, I mostly come back to the smaller moments.  How well-used The Kinks’ “This Time Tomorrow” is as they run for their train, the loving look Adrien Brody gives to his newly-purchased cobra, the fascinating movements in and around the train car.  And I keep thinking to myself “Well, maybe it’s all of these smaller moments that I like about the movie, instead of the film as a whole.”

Then I think about the weird motifs and themes: The white people coming to India expecting sudden spirituality, only spending their time getting high.  The year of mourning they take after their father’s death, but denial of their reactions on the way to the funeral.  Actually, it seems like it’s an entire movie based off of denial of emotions: Peter (Brody) doesn’t want to acknowledge whatever fatherly affection he has for his unborn child, but is automatically devoted to his new pet.  Peter (Schwartzman) is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend, but approaches all love and romance coldly, then turns these dramatic life moments into short stories.  I can’t even figure out what’s going on with Owen Wilson’s character at first blush.  Just that it was similar to his own life.

The movie is appreciative that making planned vacations is idiotic at best, although that’s putting it simply.  Francis pulling out a very exact schedule as compiled by his assistant Brendan (Wallace Wolodarsky) for his brothers to find spiritual enlightenment is hilarious.  The turning point comes when they get kicked off of the train and experience real India through a terrible river accident.  When facing death again, the movie shifts to the day of their father’s funeral which adds a lot of depth to the zany selfishness of the characters previously.  Instead of being a lark about American idiots using a saintly stereotype of India to excuse their own bad habits, the movie is about three flawed people who are in the middle of mourning.

Julie & Julia (the Book)

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When I don’t feel like cooking, but enjoy hearing about it, I generally turn on Food Network.  The Travel Channel, if No Reservations is on.  This summer, I decided to read Julie and Julia: The Year of Cooking Dangerously, even though I had seen the movie about ten times already and every time the Julie parts seem less than admirable.

After reading the memoir, well, I have to say it was a case of bad writing and casting.  Julie Powell in the book is just as histrionic as movie-Julie, but she’s also smart and funny and knows she’s being ridiculous half the time.  She gets her husband to help with cooking and doles out bad relationship advice to her friends, then waxes poetic on the gimlet as her alcoholic beverage of choice.  She’s certainly not the meek, goody-two-shoes Julie as played by Amy Adams.  They might have gotten closer if they had chucked in a few “fucks” in the script, but I dunno.  The thing about Amy Adams is that she is such a Disney Princess actress.  She can’t help it after Enchanted.

And then there’s the fact that the script pares her down to the most hysteric moments.  Hell, it’s not even that she gets stressed out over and over again– movie-Julie is crazy.  She talks about Julia Child like she’s her imaginary friend, the saint of Cooking Secretaries, come to adore her for going through this project.  The book-Julie is a lot more straight about it.  While she does feel a unity with Julia over having a shitty job in a government agency and cooking, the Julia Child imagined is more normal.  Like “Did she really write out these instructions for Bitch Rice?”  It’s long after the project is over that Julie realizes the impact Child left on her.  That sense of perspective is so much more real and genuine than the crying jags and pleas for forgiveness that movie-Julie gives.

Plus, Julie Powell is a hilarious nerd.  She has a crush on Jason Straithan, loves Buffy, and her friends have an annual True Romance viewing party.  I respect an ambitious  choice from a fellow geek.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

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Directed by Wes Anderson (2004) Starring: Bill Murray, Owen Wilson, Anjelica Huston, Cate Blanchett, Wilhelm Dafoe

When I saw The Darjeeling Limited, I was really happy that I had finally figured out Wes Anderson’s appeal.  I figured The Life Aquatic would be the same sort of movie, similar in tone and soundtrack, with the fun quirky characters and interesting plot.  Much to my chagrin, The Life Aquatic just wound up as a pretentious mess of celluloid.

I feel like Anderson was reaching too far with the French New Wave references.  I thought that it was nice to have the ship introduced like the factory in Tout va Bien, but I the slightly-off sound effects got on my nerves and I found the dialogue to be awkward rather than clever.  More than that, the film felt awkward and poorly paced for the entire run time.  For every witty line, there was a two to five minute awkward scene to get through.  The performances were fair, and I particularly liked Owen Wilson as Ned, but the over-the-top quirk factor for the cast as a whole was part of way it was so grating.

The high points are the Brazilian Portuguese David Bowie covers and the fact that Henry Selick got a paycheck, but other than that, I don’t have much to recommend about The Life Aquatic.

Mr. Jealousy

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Written & Directed by Noah Baumbach (1997) Starring: Eric Stoltz, Annabella Sciorra, Chris Eigeman, Carlos Jacott

Lester Grimm (Stoltz) has the bad habit of becoming obsessed with his current girlfriend’s ex-boyfriends.  When he gets into a relationship with Ramona (Sciorra), he tries his hardest to not fall into his old habits, but when he follows her writer ex-boyfriend Dashiell Frank (Eigeman), he winds up joining group therapy under his best friend’s name.

Mr. Jealousy takes the cast from Kicking and Screaming but sets them into a slightly more grown up reality: they all live in New York, have jobs they either love or hate, and are searching for “The One.”  Lester and Ramona’s relationship seems smoother than smooth, until Lester’s following habit rears its ugly head.

If there’s one great thing about Baumbach scripts is that they manage to have intelligent people speak realistically.  The dialogue is still stylized, as all movie dialogue ends up being, but there are the awkward moments and the weird, inside jokes between friends.  In that regard, Baumbach is a master.  He also manages to make overused plots into something that’s fun to watch while his neurotic characters work through the phases in their lives.

Eric Stoltz is easily the most likable guy in the universe, even as a jealous boyfriend, and Chris Eigeman is still really entertaining as a witty, if highly disorganized and messed up guy.  The cast works really well together as a whole, maybe because they’ve gotten used to each other since Kicking and Screaming?  All the winning scenes for me happen between the guy characters, who are struggling to figure out what it means to be adults, versus the romantic plot.  It’s emphasized enough, I just can’t detach it from Lester’s personality rather than the driving force of the film.

Considering I watched in twice in three weeks, there is something in Mr. Jealousy that’s really entertaining, even if its just that seeing smart people live in New York and have problems, while God narrates from above (Have I mentioned the voice-over narration?).

The Trotsky

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Written & Directed by Jacob Tierney (2009) Starring: Jay Baruchel, Emily Hampshire, Saul Rubinek, Michael Murphy

Leon Bronstein (Baruchel) is a Montreal teenager who believes he’s the reincarnation of Bolshevik leader Leon Trotsky.  After starting a hunger strike at his father’s factory, he is enrolled in public school where he raises hell in order to establish a Students Union.

I really liked The Trotsky in most areas.  Its a fun idea to have a teenager live his life convinced that he was a big figure in history and its spun in a cool way, where Leon lists out the important life moments he has to go through, from marrying an older woman to being assassinated someplace warm.  Between the first strike and going to his new school, Leon begs for counsel from famous revolutionary Frank McGovern (Murphy) who just happens to be an adviser to PhD candidate Alexandra (Hampshire).  Leon pegs her as his future-wife and she, of course, runs screaming in the opposite direction–for awhile anyway.

To be honest, I was sold with Jay Baruchel in those glasses, wearing those suits.  He just seems really iconographic, not just because he’s copping Trotsky’s style, but in a teen-film icon as well as a political-activist style.  He’s a bit like those posters of Che Guevera, all smooth lines and little details.  You get into his character and its really interesting just to see how he drew the conclusion that he was reincarnated, and how this affected his family.  His father just criticizes him because he can’t understand, his older brother is a jerk, his mother worries and dotes,  and his younger sister looks up to him.  When he can’t take it anymore, he locks himself in his room and searches phone books for the next Lenin.

The Trotsky pulls some of the tried and true teen film cliches, but it manages to make them fresh and fitting.  As the new boy in school, Leon is able to win friends surprisingly easily, despite his weirdness, but it helps that he is able to unite them under the desire for a Student Union.  There’s also a totally awesome Social Justice-themed School Dance, and I would watch this movie just to see that.  The opening shot is so great of the teenagers dressed as Black Panthers, Mao’s Peasants, and Che Guevera-era revolutionaries approaching the high school.

Come the end, all of the little plot threads get tied up neatly and its so amusing and beautiful to the eye that The Trotsky is a joy.  Even though I’m not a Communist.

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