Stuck in the Rut: Dalton Trumbo

In an effort to post something every day of value, sometimes one becomes stuck in a rut, a new (or olde) review everyday, one after the other, seemingly ad infinitum, day in, day out, like tightening one bolt over and over on a series of cars that roll before you on an assembly line. There is security in the mundane and the repetitive. But once in a while, there is the need to throw the sabo's into the gears, and stop the whole process and do something a bit different.

So, no review today, although one was written and it's a good one for a new movie that's just making its way into theaters after pin-balling through the film festival circuit. It's slots in perfectly with the "Tell Me a Story" theme of the regular Sunday "Don't Make a Scene" feature, and might appeal to anyone with a taste for fantasy, but also reality, as well. And although it is a flawed film in a number of ways its visuals are so striking and so fresh that it demands to be seen in a theater environment. Although the review isn't until Saturday, I'd still recommend seeing Tarsem Singh's "The Fall."

Today, another matter.

I'd like to direct your attention to this article that appears in Salon.com. I found it inspiring, thought-provoking, and given that its Independence Week (and its inevitable accompanying soundtrack of vacuously accomplished explosions) quite timely.

It's about Dalton Trumbo (pictured below), and the Hollywood Blacklist.