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  • Keith Hannaford
    February 16, 2013 - 14:25

    Mr. Wakeham, As the writer of the letter to which you refer, I felt I should correct an impression it inexplicably left on you: that I feel that all critics who admired Cosmopolis should be rejected. Not so; I even noted that some critics I recommend within my letter were themselves fooled by that film. Furthermore, I only ask to trust me those readers who feel we have certain tastes in common and would therefore trust my judgement as coincident to their own. As for your assertion that movie (re)viewing is subjective, I thoroughly disagree. While tastes differ, certain rules of filmmaking are either broken or unbroken and, if the latter, either for an apparent purpose or due to incompetence. I admire any film critic that can reasonably and perceptively back up their conclusions about a film. I would like to think that my arguments against Cosmopolis demonstrate that it breaks rules and thus damns itself. Debate about film is no fun if we are too post-modern to acknowledge that there is such a thing and good and bad art.

  • Winston Adams
    February 16, 2013 - 13:23

    Bob, you reveal a bit of yourself in your pieces. Your a journalist. but you don't seek movies that may have a moral flavour. But surely Schindler's list has such a flavour, and some others you mention. I would want to see Lincoln with a sence to see the moral dilemina he faced with almost a half million soldiers sacrificed. But you want the entertainment value. What I wonder is, is morals of more concern to journalists than for the average person? We may have passed each other at the movies when you stayed in Gander. I had a aunt and cousins there. It was a great adventure to travel by train to Gander from Spaniard's bay in the 50's. And on saturday we were given some money to go to the movies there. Gander seemed so modern and advanced . Our cousins were well off for those times. The kids had a wagon. There was a canoe out back, the older cousin had a motorcycle. The train had this water fountain and little paper cups. At home we carried water from a dug well and filled a barrel. So the water on the train was a marvel it seemed. as the train chugged along, my younger brother, about 5, would go back and forth asking, Do you want a little drink?