Reds

I have an urge to watch Warren Beatty's movie Reds tonight. Somehow, I'm in the mood for long, intelligent discussions of politics, backed by brilliant acting work across the board (I don't think Jack Nicholson has ever been better). Most of all, I remember the movie for its delicate, touching depiction of what was certainly the first (rather left-handed, ultimately unsuccessful) depiction of something approaching a poly relationship in a Hollywood movie; even if the relationship in the movie collapsed (as one assumes its real-life model did) under John Reed's and Louise Bryant's mutual jealousy and Bryant's eventual move from independent journalist to devoted wife, there was still something beautiful in those scenes, a glimpse of something more than I was used to seeing, even if, in the end, it was as evanescent as falling snow.

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( Oh, New York City- even in an incipient blizzard, I <3 you. )