An odd confluence of plots and twists and timings. After the disturbing viewing of Syriana and resulting loss of sleep, bookends provided by John Huston. And interestingly enough, two films with similar messages and approaches though set in very different places and made some 20 years apart. Last week was "Treasure of Sierra Madre," and tonight, "The Man Who Would Be King." Both cautionary tales of greed and imperialism, moral relativism, god-impersonation, and the best intentions laid to waste.
And just to cap it off, the musing of Becker and Fagan on the subject.
Now they lay his body down
Sad old men who run this town
I still recall the way
He led the charge and saved the day
Blue blood and rain
I can hear the bugle playin'
We seen the last of Good King Richard
Ring out the past his name lives on
Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher
Raise up your glass to Good King John
While he plundered far and wide
All his starving children cried
And though we sung his fame
We all went hungry just the same
He meant to shine
To the end of the line