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The Name of the Rose (1986)
May. 3rd, 2011 07:00 pmWhen the Netflix app for the iPad suggested this movie, I thought back to how much I liked it back about the time it came out, and decided to watch it again. As the data began to stream over the link, I recalled some of the principal plot points of the film, but as is the case with most entertainment, I had forgotten the details (such as whether The Girl survives or not).
As is often the case with films such as this, I wonder what it would be like to sit over dinner with the likes of William of Baskerville (the character played by Sean Connery). The movie gives one the impression that he was intelligent, curious, open-minded; in short, the kind of dinner guest with whom, I imagine, one could have an intelligent conversation.
And then I think of the great disparity of our two worlds, and how in some respects, his knowledge would dwarf mine, and mine his. Would we be able to find a common ground?
It reminds me of a little thought experiment I daydreamed soon after Amadeus came out in movie theaters. To wit: What would Wolfgang—given his genius and how awkwardly he fit (or was depicted as fitting) in his world—what would he think of... contemporary music? Would he embrace it as a new direction and leap headfirst into its center or would he suddenly become a "conservative" and recoil in horror at what music had become. (I recall listening to Pink Floyd's We Don't Need No Education as such thoughts crossed my mind.) And if he embraced the vibe of rock-n-roll (or, depending on your point of view, drank the kool-aid), would he have joined Joplin, Hendrix, Morrison, and others in an early grave?
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Cheers...
As is often the case with films such as this, I wonder what it would be like to sit over dinner with the likes of William of Baskerville (the character played by Sean Connery). The movie gives one the impression that he was intelligent, curious, open-minded; in short, the kind of dinner guest with whom, I imagine, one could have an intelligent conversation.
And then I think of the great disparity of our two worlds, and how in some respects, his knowledge would dwarf mine, and mine his. Would we be able to find a common ground?
It reminds me of a little thought experiment I daydreamed soon after Amadeus came out in movie theaters. To wit: What would Wolfgang—given his genius and how awkwardly he fit (or was depicted as fitting) in his world—what would he think of... contemporary music? Would he embrace it as a new direction and leap headfirst into its center or would he suddenly become a "conservative" and recoil in horror at what music had become. (I recall listening to Pink Floyd's We Don't Need No Education as such thoughts crossed my mind.) And if he embraced the vibe of rock-n-roll (or, depending on your point of view, drank the kool-aid), would he have joined Joplin, Hendrix, Morrison, and others in an early grave?
"You can't trust quotes from the Internet." — Benjamin Franklin
Cheers...
