Black ops
After three evenings in front of the TV, I am happy to report that “JFK” has been watched, mulled over, and thoroughly enjoyed. I can’t believe that it took me 14 years to see it.
I’d call it less of a movie and more of a documentary-monologue. But that’s fine, because there’s a lot that needs to be said, and even three-and-a-half hours does not do the subject justice.
Whenever I see the Zapruder film, I am amazed that such a momentous occasion, one that changed the course of the world, was captured on film and will be preserved forever. The power of the image is hard to deny, and I see no reason to believe the cut-and-dried conclusions of the Warren Commission.
What really breaks my heart every time I see the film is that the whole drama of the country for decades to come is played out in 26 grainy, soundless seconds. We see a bright young hope, eager to end war and advance the rights of all brought down by the darker powers, who seek only to maintain the military-industrial status quo.
And it still goes on.
