Anyway, the father was an interesting fellow. He reminded me a lot of me, with off the cuff lectures, introspective running commentary, biting self-criticism (he called himself a mean, vicious, person. While he was definitely neurotic and pushy, I sincerely doubt he's actually mean-spirited, especially given the disposition of his son.) It was an interesting experience, and he had some interesting claims to make. He told me that I was being foolish by not holding my tongue on the Dachau and Anne Frank jokes, because I'd develop a reputation for being offensive (ship has sailed) and might inspire a backlash from those I offend (been there, done that.) I didn't tell him that I am trying to make a life out of being creative, though, and perhaps that would have changed his mind. Self-editing is essential for a writer-person, but self-censorship is not. Nietzsche was profoundly full of shit, but he managed to have an impact by saying what he believed, and sneaking important tidbits like "God is dead, we have killed him" in among the piles of crap about supermen and such (he had the good sense to put that in the mouth of a character, but it didn't matter for the controversy it brings). I regret the things I don't say more than those I do. He also had extremely strong views on movies and books, challenging me all over the place. That's fine, though. He's not only a generation older than me, but he's the father of someone I've known since adolescence. They automatically get to pull the seniority card. The way I see it, after you become an adult, other adults have to treat you as such even if they are significantly older, but people who knew you as a youth get grandfathered in, so to speak.
As for the movie, All the President's Men, it was mediocre. It's not that there were glaring flaws, except the sudden and undramatic ending, but there were no real strengths either. Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford were fine, but it's not like their performances were spectacular in any way. There were all kinds of loose ends throughout the film, and very little in the way of intense or interesting drama. It was a nice movie to sit on a blanket and watch in a park with a friend, making MST3000 style jokes and discretely checking out the women, but that's about it. Is it worth 2 and a half hours of your life? I guess it depends how old you are and what your other options are. Not much more to say, to tell the truth I was never fully focused on the film.
I rarely post quizzes in my journal, but I have in this case for one important reason:
If you'll note my marriage partner, you'll see that it is my currently dormant fiction journal. That could either be read as the encouraging idea that I should wed myself to my creativity for the sake of my future, or it could imply that once again another party has determined that I'm not really cut out for relationships with other people, and should be contained in my own orbit. I think I'll choose to read it both ways. Of course it's entirely arbitrary, but these sorts of things make me chuckle. I enjoy being recognized for my lack of romantic prowess.