I could write 10,000 words about this movie. I could link dozens of recent Internet posts about the war on women, the new hyper-aggression of feminists, the snarky protests of disappointed metrosexual males, the inevitability of a woman president named Hillary because “it’s time.”
Maybe I will soon. But not today. I’m getting ready to visit the Devon horse show Saturday and a granddaughter’s wildly excessive Barbie birthday on Sunday.
So I’ll leave you with this Netflix available movie to watch on your own. It’s mostly for all you men who have young sons. I won’t even reference the philosophical implications of Plato’s cave, or the significance of one of my all time favorite poems, Kublai Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I, too, know the opening lines by heart and many more after that.
Make of it what you will.
I saw that a while back. It was one brutal movie. Not the kind you just go to bed after.
One of the female stunt divers in that film died in those caves a year or so later.