In another week, I'll be visiting New Orleans for the third time. Last night I watched The Big Uneasy (2010), a documentary about the reprehensible tragedy that befell the city when Katrina hit in 2005. It covers the willful incompetence of the Army Corp of Engineers going back to the 1950s, their vindictive opposition to post-Katrina investigations, and some of the shameful public attitudes about New Orleans and its protection & restoration post-Katrina. I'd like to say something about those attitudes.

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I'd been meaning to watch The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964) for a few years now, and finally did a couple nights ago. What a lovely little artifact of a film. The music and colors are delightful, the story is romantic and tragic, and the characters memorable. It got me thinking about communication in relationships, fear, youth, and representation of emotional awareness in art. What would we tell our younger selves if we could? Would they listen? How do the emotional flaws and misguided agendas of adults visit unnecessary pain on the young? How do the emotional flaws of artists perpetuate poor understandings of emotional self-knowledge? What's the line between "emotional flaws" and "immature?"

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