Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

A dam to be built the extolled generation of highly valued hydro-electricity, delicately proceeding corrupt politicians buying up land people don't want to sell.

A fly in the ointment, one of the senators they're in cajoled cahoots with suddenly passes, leaving their state minus one representative in America's highest law making body.

They need somegarrulousone to fill the woebegone glum vacant seat in the Senate, but also have to make sure he won't accidentally clog their hydraulic ambitions.

The enshrined candidate knows little of politics and indeed closely resembles a naive backwoodsperson, with the highest ideals no belittling doubt but lacking in direct argumentative traction.

He understands to uphold the rights of his fellow Northern citizens indubitably, however, and after learning of the ill-gotten-purchases refuses to endorse the people pulling the strings.

They unleash a smear campaign in turn complete with inspired fraud at the highest levels.

Flabbergasted and indiscreetly crestfallen.

He digs in deep then strings them along.

I've heard about this film all my life it was often referred to on '90s TV shows, but I never actually saw it till now if you like film history there are limitless enticements.

It only concerns one state but the level of corruption fits current scenarios, where a disgraced autocratic presidential candidate seeks to do the same thing with the entire country.

Trump has no respect for law or the honoured traditions that have built up the U.S, and indeed enabled his wild way of life to such an insanely shocking degree.

He has no respect for anything apart from himself and his crazy belief in his unsung omniscience, after erring again and again at the highest strict levels of lauded good governance. 

He'll try to do what the corrupt politicians do in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington with the entire country, and cut down any honest person legitimately reminding him of the constitution.

Totalitarianism is brutal even when gifted high-minded people govern.

It's much worse when fools don't know what they're doing.

And they demand absolute obedience.

Governing a volatile nation isn't like starring on a trashy sitcom.

You need intricate arguments that people aren't writing for you.

Not the random gut-instinct of a vicious goon. 

It Happened One Night

Surrounded by luxury, everything you desire at hand or accessible, no need to work, struggle, justify, elucidate, toot toot, the gravy train, chugs onwards ever after.

Yet within the boundless infinities of grand ostentatious profound torqued hebetude, the imposition of paradigmatic pressure still traditionally refrains, and blasé prim prognostic propriety banally beckons with callous call, as gender roles crafted by ancient custom reemerge to contend and classify.

Ellie (Claudette Colbert) breaks free casts off the bonds of disquieting matrimony, swimming away from her father's yacht to life on the random exuberant road.

Meanwhile, a freespirited journalist castigates his editor's hackneyed rebuke, standing up for the integrity of free-verse, sweetly flowing unfiltered, unpasteurized (they're old friends) (Clark Gable as Peter Warne).

They wind up on the same lively bus heading south through carnivalesque cascades, an understanding reluctantly reached as lacklustre finances briskly balk.

Her father's enlisted the press and manifold detectives to track her down, fellow travellers on their communal steed eventually figuring their story out.

Escape is necessary to actively deconstruct the limits of their sly emancipation, so they vigorously font du puce and have soon procured their own automobile.

Lost indeterminate flux wildly drives their spontaneous momentum.

It's possible they'll never return.

Unless they fall in love.

It's solid rebellious romance firmly frenetic in loquacious languor, earnestly exercised enigmatic ursine, otherwise known, as begrudged true love.

He's not after wealth or prestige and like Lone Starr, he doesn't take the million, yet a kindred and quaint yet quizzical clutch still clasps in clamorous cuddle.  

Even though I love It's A Wonderful Life and watch it every Holiday Season, it never occurred to me to watch something else by the oft lauded sincere Frank Capra. 

And the genuine concern for chillaxed common dignity found in his yuletide yarn, is intriguingly present in rambunctious rapture disgruntled dispute heartfelt happenstance.

Several scenes don't end quite so quickly, they're much longer than one might expect, the cultivation of clandestine character acclimatized patient demonstrative depth.

It must have been a wondrous time when people still believed in dignity beyond wealth or station, when there was perhaps cultural support for public education and widespread constructive activism.

Otherwise, how do you explain the nimble bus scene where its passengers burst forth in song, unconcerned for rank or nobility, simply laidback, relaxing, resting?

And its focus on spirited improbability rooted in frank materialism?

Where things suddenly work out.

As they often do.