I rarely watch action movies more than once. What is the point?
But there are a few I really enjoy. I added Battle: Los Angeles to that list tonight, having watched it a second time.
To my mind, to my instinctive dark part within me, persistence has an irresistable allure. I love people who fight when there is no hope, who carry on because they are BUILT THAT WAY.
A quote I have quoted several times is from the Kentucky Derby Museum, which quoted some Louisville personality, known for neat suits, good drinks, and great parties, who said that: “Mint juleps should never be made by novices, Yankees, or statisticians”.
Oh, we all need that nourishment in the dark, don’t we? We need that secret faith that things will either work out, or that we will die nobly. We don’t want to count the odds, but simply deal ourselves in and watch what happens.
Most of history has been made by ridiculous people, hasn’t it? How long did the reign of Julius Caesar last? A year? Something like that. But we all know his name. Alexander Hamilton never really got any of his proposals through, but we read about him, too. Caesar, of course, was his hero.
I look at we Americans and I still see courage. I still see sincere committment to principle. This is a beautiful thing.
What you persist in–and why–determines who you are. You can take that to the bank.