"W." (or how evil won)

Really not sure how to label my experience of this film. Just saw it this evening. Set my still sometimes restless and unhappy soul to rest. If only I'd have been able to see this film before I cracked up, I really wouldn't have cracked up. Of that I am sure. Even to hear these words of acknowledgement, of truths hidden, of lies told, of half-baked inventions cooked up between faxes and phonecalls ... all from the mouths of actors and the art of screenwriters; it really didn't matter that this was sucedáneo and not chocolate. Resolution and closure were terrifically mine.

Iraq was oil and winning elections and kicking the integration out of old and new Europe; Iraq was bolstering the American economy at the expense of the euro; Iraq was extraordinary minds making a mess of numbingly ordinary events.

Iraq was all those things.

But - above all - it was a fight between good and evil. The good and evil which inhabits all human hearts.

A fight where evil won.

And where it was Dubya, more than anyone, who found himself on the losing side of that eternal battle.

Oliver Stone's film made me feel sorry in the end. Not for myself (I no longer need to) - but, rather, for what could have (what should have) been.

History never can repeat itself because the people involved are individuals - and individuals only have one life. Anyone who says otherwise is a soulless dictator of the despicable extremes of our political spectrums, only capable of ever understanding the movement of peoples as a clash of ant-like masses solidly stupid in their collectivism - and absolutely indestructible in their rank and valueless anonymity.

May God preserve us from their ilk.

More on how the film was received here.