One of the best parental tell-offs ever recorded on film:
You listen to me. You say you don't want to tell me how to live my life. So what do you think you've been doing? You tell me what rights I've got or haven't got, and what I owe to you for what you've done for me. Let me tell you something. I owe you nothing! If you carried that bag a million miles, you did what you're supposed to do! Because you brought me into this world. And from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me like I will owe my son if I ever have another. But you don't own me! You can't tell me when or where I'm out of line, or try to get me to live my life according to your rules. You don't even know what I am, Dad, you don't know who I am. You don't know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand. You are 30 years older than I am. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be. And not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight of you be off our backs! You understand, you've got to get off my back! Dad... Dad, you're my father. I'm your son. I love you. I always have and I always will. But you think of yourself as a colored man. I think of myself as a man. Now, I've got a decision to make, hm? And I've got to make it alone, and I gotta make it in a hurry. So would you go out there and see after my mother?
> Cassettes of major movies such as The Bridge on the River Kwai, Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, Dr. Strangelove, High Noon, It Happened One Night, Divorce Italian Style, The Quiet Man, The Belles of St Trinian's, Two Rode Together and Brother Rat[4] were ordered via the initial 200-movie catalog at a retailer, delivered by parcel mail, and then returned to the retailer after viewing. These rental cassettes were red, approximately 7 inches (180 mm) high by 6.5 inches (170 mm) wide by 1.5 inches (38 mm) deep (however used the same videotape used today) and could not be rewound by a home Cartrivision recorder. Rather, they were rewound by a special machine upon their return to the retailer.[5] Other cassettes on sports, travel, art, and how-to topics were available for purchase. These cassettes were black, and could be rewound on a Cartrivision recorder. An optional monochrome camera manufactured for Cartrivision by Eumig could be bought to make home videos. A color camera was in the works but never materialized before CTI's demise.
Friend of mine who was born in the 1940s remarked that due to rampant discrimination, when he was growing up the smart people who weren't racist went to black doctors, since it was so much harder to become one.
A great example of the racial divide is the 1967 film Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? In it, two parents are concerned for their daughter's happiness as she introduces them to her fiance, played by Sidney Poitier. He's not just a smart, charming doctor - he's the head of the freaking World Health Organization! And they're worried about what a rough time they're going to have as couple!
Even the search engine, cited as an example of something that must be implemented to be useful, is something that was once done manually.
In the movie, Guess Who's Coming To Dinner, Spencer Tracy's character calls his secretary and asks her to check out his prospective son-in-law. Today, we would just ask Siri to do it.
Even by politics standards, this article is pretty bad. It's completely disingenuous.
Ebert starts with "I do not like you, John McCain. My feeling has nothing to do with issues..." and then goes on to complain about some irrelevant body-language point. Are we really supposed to believe that Roger Ebert, after (presumably) months of supporting Obama and (I'm guessing here) years of supporting Democrats, would suddenly have decided he didn't like Obama if it had been Obama who was not-looking at John McCain instead of John McCain who was not-looking at Obama?
Throw all this in with an ever-so-subtle playing of the race card (Roger Ebert is a great film critic and fully understands the implications of the otherwise-irrelevant "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner" reference) and you've got some irresponsibly bad insinuation.
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Sidney Poitier, "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?"
One of the best parental tell-offs ever recorded on film:
You listen to me. You say you don't want to tell me how to live my life. So what do you think you've been doing? You tell me what rights I've got or haven't got, and what I owe to you for what you've done for me. Let me tell you something. I owe you nothing! If you carried that bag a million miles, you did what you're supposed to do! Because you brought me into this world. And from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me like I will owe my son if I ever have another. But you don't own me! You can't tell me when or where I'm out of line, or try to get me to live my life according to your rules. You don't even know what I am, Dad, you don't know who I am. You don't know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand. You are 30 years older than I am. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be. And not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight of you be off our backs! You understand, you've got to get off my back! Dad... Dad, you're my father. I'm your son. I love you. I always have and I always will. But you think of yourself as a colored man. I think of myself as a man. Now, I've got a decision to make, hm? And I've got to make it alone, and I gotta make it in a hurry. So would you go out there and see after my mother?
Cartrivision: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartrivision
> Cassettes of major movies such as The Bridge on the River Kwai, Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, Dr. Strangelove, High Noon, It Happened One Night, Divorce Italian Style, The Quiet Man, The Belles of St Trinian's, Two Rode Together and Brother Rat[4] were ordered via the initial 200-movie catalog at a retailer, delivered by parcel mail, and then returned to the retailer after viewing. These rental cassettes were red, approximately 7 inches (180 mm) high by 6.5 inches (170 mm) wide by 1.5 inches (38 mm) deep (however used the same videotape used today) and could not be rewound by a home Cartrivision recorder. Rather, they were rewound by a special machine upon their return to the retailer.[5] Other cassettes on sports, travel, art, and how-to topics were available for purchase. These cassettes were black, and could be rewound on a Cartrivision recorder. An optional monochrome camera manufactured for Cartrivision by Eumig could be bought to make home videos. A color camera was in the works but never materialized before CTI's demise.
Friend of mine who was born in the 1940s remarked that due to rampant discrimination, when he was growing up the smart people who weren't racist went to black doctors, since it was so much harder to become one.
A great example of the racial divide is the 1967 film Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? In it, two parents are concerned for their daughter's happiness as she introduces them to her fiance, played by Sidney Poitier. He's not just a smart, charming doctor - he's the head of the freaking World Health Organization! And they're worried about what a rough time they're going to have as couple!
Even the search engine, cited as an example of something that must be implemented to be useful, is something that was once done manually.
In the movie, Guess Who's Coming To Dinner, Spencer Tracy's character calls his secretary and asks her to check out his prospective son-in-law. Today, we would just ask Siri to do it.
Even by politics standards, this article is pretty bad. It's completely disingenuous.
Ebert starts with "I do not like you, John McCain. My feeling has nothing to do with issues..." and then goes on to complain about some irrelevant body-language point. Are we really supposed to believe that Roger Ebert, after (presumably) months of supporting Obama and (I'm guessing here) years of supporting Democrats, would suddenly have decided he didn't like Obama if it had been Obama who was not-looking at John McCain instead of John McCain who was not-looking at Obama?
Throw all this in with an ever-so-subtle playing of the race card (Roger Ebert is a great film critic and fully understands the implications of the otherwise-irrelevant "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner" reference) and you've got some irresponsibly bad insinuation.