I almost don’t know what to say about this film— one of the most touching, heartwarming, poignant, and inspirational movies I have ever seen in my life— without sounding hackneyed and/or like the Hollywood trailer for Seabiscuit or something. But somehow, this week in New York City in particular, in which we reminisced about our nation’s greatest tragedy while we simultaneously celebrated the most superficial, self-serving, narcissistic, artificial, cloying and annoying annual event ever fabricated by a pernicious, officious, ostentatious, egomaniacal goblin of a woman, this film to me was like a much-needed shining beacon of virtue.
Do yourself a favor and watch Waste Land. And then do the whole world a favor and make your friends, co-workers, neighbors, family, siblings, loved ones, children and grandchildren, and their friends, co-workers, neighbors, family, siblings, children and grandchildren watch it too.
And hopefully we’ll all learn something pretty great.