I don't get to the movies often, and so I'm more than three years behind the curve on this one, but it's a compelling and, ultimately pretty haunting film.
I'd read about the race in a book not long ago and just happened to find the movie available on Netflix. I think what I found so interesting is how ordinary the protagonist seemed. Thirty-five years old, four kids, pretty regular life in late-60s England. And yet there was something wanting for him, and so he went to sea.
As I watched it, I was reminded of one of my favorite lines from Moby Dick when Ishmael describes what happens to one of the crew (Pip) who jumps from a whale boat fast to a whale and is left behind: "in calm weather, to swim in the open ocean is as easy to the practised swimmer as to ride in a spring-carriage ashore. But the awful lonesomeness is intolerable. The intense concentration of self in the middle of such a heartless immensity, my God! who can tell it?"
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- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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