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Listen to Flash Gordon's Ape, or Beatle Bones 'n Smokin Stones which had the distinction of annoying both groups (the Beatles aren't dead and the Stones don't smoke...
...discipline and mollifies a local priest (Per Oscarsson), all because of the influence of a wandering intellectual (Omar Sharif). As for the atrocities of the period, they are conveyed in formal compositions that amount to decorations, not disasters. Plague-ridden corpses are artistically strewn on smooth fields; soldiers flash evil grins in cartoon style-one even ecstatically licks the blood off his knife. Clavell has doubtless been studying Pieter Bruegel the Elder: as the soldiers descend into the only unspoiled valley in Europe, the peasants disport themselves with picturesque energy. But always there is the obtrusive sense of the camera...
Southern Californians have grown almost blase about their recurrent forest and brush fires, flash floods and mud slides. Indeed, some were able to grasp their Bloody Marys on the morning after last week's disaster and joke about their survival. Yet there is something singularly shattering to the serenity of nearly all humans when the ground moves; the earth is, after all, everyone's womb and tomb. So the forecast of worse quakes to come troubled even calamity-conditioned Californians as they slowly cleared the debris and tried to forget the terror that had started at dawn...
Another anecdote: I remember as clearly as a nightmare one winter night in 1966 when, after a bitter argument about Vietnam with the two pleasant men who owned the small town store where I worked, it came to me like a flash that I could spare my voice. Surely, I realized, in a year or two these men and the men like them all over America-the men who had saved us from the Nazis-would realize that the war was wrong, wrong, wrong. And then the war would stop...
...almost expect them to flash self-satisfied peace signs at each other. And if they had, I'm convinced that last Friday's audience would have responded in turn. How do you separate such moral smugness from that of Richard Nixon? Wouldn't it have been more honest if we had all left that theatre with marks of our own damnation on our brows? For, by sitting through and by applauding Soldier Blue we once again demonstrate our complicity in the horror. We are still then part of the problem...