Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile
est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old
palace was there, how charming its grey and pink--
goats and monkeys, with such hair too!--so the
countess passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe presented her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
Princess Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
Defunctive music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
The horses, under the axletree
Beat up the dawn from Istria
With even feet. Her shuttered barge
Burned on the water all the day.
But this or such was Bleistein's way:
A saggy bending of the knees
And elbows, with the palms turned out,
Chicago Semite Viennese.
A lustreless protrusive eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a perspective of Canaletto.
The smoky candle end of time
Declines. On the Rialto once.
The rats are underneath the piles.
The jew is underneath the lot.
Money in furs. The boatman smiles,
Princess Volupine extends
A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand
To climb the waterstair. Lights, lights,
She entertains Sir Ferdinand
Klein. Who clipped the lion's wings
And flea'd his rump and pared his claws?
Thought Burbank, meditating on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.
“I have been in many places, but I’ve never been in Cahoots. Apparently you can’t go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone. I’ve also never been in Cognito. I understand that no one recognizes you there. I have, however, been in Sane. I have made several trips there thanks to my friends, family and work. They don’t have an airport; you have to be driven there. I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I’m not much on physical activity anymore. I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often. I have been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm. Sometimes I’m in Capable, and I go there more and more often as I get older. One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart, not knowing what’s around the next corner! At my age I need all the stimuli I can get! I may have been in Continent, but I don’t remember what country I was in. It’s an age thing. Today is one of the many National Mental Health Days throughout the year. You can do your bit by remembering to send an e-mail to at least one unstable person. My job is done! Life is too short for negative drama and petty things. So laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly! From one unstable person to another… I hope everyone is happy in your head - we’re all doing pretty good in mine!”—
THE GOOD…. it is pretty and very blue….good running story line…first class CGI….state of the art everything!!! the two leads (SAM WORTHINGTON & ZOE SALDANA are believable and have good chemistry!!
THE BAD… too much macho posturing a la STARSHIP TROOPERS (STEPHEN LANG is intense enough for 3+ movies)….an overly simplified picture of “aboriginal” people…CAMERON has developed a meld of AFRICAN & NATIVE AMERICAN cultural societies, but the NAVI are PRETERNATURAL ALIENS and more script work was needed to avoid some banal moments…
THE UGLY…. the 3 “bulging” veins in the right temple of STEPHEN LANG’S “SARG”!!!
is it worth $300,000,000??? uh…no!!! could have been made for 30 million easily!!
is this the future of film??? hopefully not!! I would prefer an old B&W film/story/sound of “BOGIE” from the forties!!!
GIOVANNI RIBISI… How did such an accomplished actor find himself in such a one-dimensional role!!
SIGOURNEY WEAVER…more two-dimensional…barely!!
the ending…sweet, but 100% predictable!!!
AND…if you want to read “GOOD” SCI-FI about “INDIGENOUS ALIENS”, start with OUT OF THE SILENT PLANET by C.S. LEWIS (part of his “space trilogy”)…
concerning the “noble savage”…read some JEAN JACQUES ROUSSEAU with a repartee by the MARQUIS DE SADE!!!
FINALLY…I doubt if the “KING OF THE WORLD” has read “CIVILIZATION AND IT’S DISCONTENTS” by SIGMUND FREUD….he would have avoided a lot stale. wrmed-over plot devices!!