Atrocities committed abroad by zealous, and delusional men who never were to think why.
Atrocities committed at home by fathers inheriting their dead sons delusions, because now at the end of it, all they can think is "why?".
Atrocities committed abroad by zealous, and delusional men who never were to think why.
Atrocities committed at home by fathers inheriting their dead sons delusions, because now at the end of it, all they can think is "why?".
Much like the other, far more famous film by John Flaherty, Nanook of the North, this film is largely fictional. At least in the sense that it isn't really a documentary despite Flaherty being known as the originator of the style. It's more accurate to say that it's a staged piece showcasing cultural practices that would have gone out of use by the time of the subjects grandparents let alone themselves, and comprised of "families" cobbled together from the most…
A good King adaptation in that it manages to nail the gamut of his thematic tendencies, the sentimentality and tribulations of youth, the father son experience, his mean sense of humor, Maine.