This weekend I watched a documentary called Guerilla: The Taking of Patty Hearst. Because I am a mature appreciator of the arts, my feelings on the film were complex. On one hand, I liked it. On the other, I didn't like it.

I liked it because people in the 1970's talked funny. They sound as though they were transported from the "gee whiz, see?" 1940's into an era full of "hip,"s "crazy"s, and "motherfucker"s without any instruction on how exactly to use those terms. Or perhaps a better explanation of what I mean would be an analogy:

Me Talking : Me Talking Black :: 1940's People Talking : 1970's People Talking

Does that make more sense? Probably not, because I don't know if I constructed the analogy correctly, but whatever.

I didn't like the movie because when relating Hearst's post-arrest version of her time in the SLA, the one in which she claimed to have been administered LSD against her will, it incorported obnoxious video effects like those used in "Bark at the Moon" era Ozzy videos.

Analogcabin @ 5:15 PM
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