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Mar. 25, 2007 One thing I hate about buses in If you have a good driver, he may play only one movie in the evening,
and as annoying as it is, it is far better than having to sit through three or
four in a day, which is the case with some drivers. Only once do I recall seeing anything I
wanted to see. Nearing
Panamá in 2004, I was lucky enough to see a full-length travelog about
Panamá. Usually, though, what they feature is regular movies. Some are Hispanic movies, with dialog in
Spanish, filmed somewhere in Since 2004, I’ve had the misfortune to see The Terminator, with Arnold Schwarzenegger, The Rock, with Sean O’Connery, Triple XXX, with Vin Packard, Misery,
with Paul Sheldon, and bits and snatches of many others. I try not to pay attention. I try not to listen. But most of the stupid movies are so
loud and intrusive, that they’re impossible to ignore. I didn’t even know the names of
these movies, though I recognized the irritating faces of Schwarzenegger and
Connery. It was only by searching
online that I was able to get the titles of the films. I’m just not interested in all the shooting, yelling, fighting,
fires, automobile crashes, escapes, etc., etc. These stories are episodes that never
happened and never will happen. They
have no message or moral, not that I need a message or a moral. They just have a ton of noise. I am not interested in seeing Sean
Connery jump over other cars with his own car, and
then keep on driving. I do not need
to see Arnold Schwarzenegger driving a flaming truck through a concrete
wall. These are completely out of
my world, except when I’m on a bus south of the border. I’d much rather look at mountains and deserts, jungles and
glaciers, oceans and rivers, cities and farms, relaxing tranquilly. That’s what I’m traveling
for after all. I saw many movies also in theaters in the So I have seen quite a few movies in my life, some of which have been
regarded as classics. Among movies
I have seen are Gone with the Wind, The
Ten Commandments, Ben Hur, The Godfather, The Towering Inferno, Giant, The
Agony and the Ecstasy, My Fair Lady, and many, many others. Some were better, some were worse. My favorite was Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet. But basically I’m just not
interested. Sometimes, too, music is played from speakers in these Latin American
buses. Recently, when I went up on
a bus to see Iguazú Falls, I was really annoyed to find that I was
sitting right under a speaker that was broadcasting loud rap, with three black
girls singing the same five syllables over and over again for what seemed half
an hour, while somebody beat mechanically on a drum, breaking into an unintelligible
chant, every now and then. If they
played Bach, Vivaldi, Gabrieli or Cherubini, it would be a real delight, but
it’s not going to happen that way I know for a certainty.
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