I saw The Manchurian Candidate. I knew what they were trying to do, but it didn't bother me too much.

What really disturbed, me, though, was the Meryl Streep character. She's obviously someone with a lot to give who has been stepped on in her life. She's essentially misunderstood by most of those around her. It was such a shame to see people react to this sensitive, caring individual as if there were something odd about having ambitions for one's child--as if everyone doesn't have aspirations they'd like their children to fulfill.

And having your own son fail to appreciate you: that must hurt. She's obviously one of those tragic figures who suffer in silence.

I guess I really related to her myself--so sensiitve, so brilliant. So ignored by those who could do so much good if they'd only fall in line. There's tremendous pathos here.

But that's great art--the story of this unfortunate woman whose genius is ahead of her time.

Like mine.

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