In which I strive to say something poignant and instead write about three great European movies in all too brief detail

Okay, so I'll admit that the most recent posts of mine have not been the greatest. They tend to retread the same old subjects in a very mundane and, honestly, a somewhat boring fashion. There's nothing very cerebreal about them, more just a typical blast of stupid bloggishness. This was not what my blog was to be. It was not supposed to have me whining that no one respects the Jazz of a bygone era (I so wish I was talking about the 1920s, but alas, I am an uncultured swine who knows nothing about the origins of Jazz despite checking out Ken Burns' The History of Jazz to lowly music majors for year after year after year and hearing them rave about all the giants of Jazz...actually, they never raved about anything except their own classmates...I suddenly feel like I need to watch some old 1970s Russian or German movie, like Aguirre, the God of War. Wow, that movie...that movie...mercy, that movie. The greatest moment is when the one African/Spanish/German guy with the 1970s 'fro gets shot by an arrow in the leg and says, "this is not an arrow in my leg" pure madness...or is it genius? Me friend, James Dewey came home raving about it after I had watched it THE VERY SAME SHOWING on the other side of the theater. Both me and my ...er...um...viewing cohort thought it was lousy, and at the time, I had seen like ten European movies, an acquired taste to be sure. That's it, to the devil with what I was going to talk about, my blog has led me to list some of the greatest European movies of all time and some of the worst...the worst ever made. Let's dump the parenthesis and turn this into more than just a sidenote. No, let's not. Let's make this a long tangent that might become more important and beautiful (ha ha) then the intended destination. Welcome to that stupid Honda commercial about only making left turns [although both the Honda Fit and the Toyota Yaris commercials are strangely appealing, like Spirited Away] So, best Europan films of all time...I absolutely love the Navigator. So weird, so pointless, it even kinda has a pseudo-dream sequence and then a weird weird ending. Still, I love it. I'm really not sure why they had to get the cross on the top of the cathedral in the moden world, I 'm not sure who planted that in their brain, but it made for some intense moments. Next, I love Pele the Hero. I think it's Pele the Hero. Some weird Dutch movie I watched with my dad at 11:00 PM on KBYU, back when KBYU played such fare as, well, Pele the Hero and Where Eagles Dare instead of reruns of Lawrence Welk from the 1950s [asked why they play Lawrence Welk, KBYU officials said "It's because our audience likes it" Hmmm, maybe if you didn't play it, you wouldn't be appealing to the 80+ demographic and you might get some younger viewers who appreciate a couple of non-black and white movies every once in a while {and we're not talking artsy black and white}] Anyway, Pele lives on the most depressing farm imaginable, where his school teacher dies at his desk in school {hands down one of the greatest death scenes of all time}, the man who's going to kill the landlord gets conviently whacked in the back of the head by a loose weight on the well and vegetabilized and his boss has an unfortunate accident at the hands of his wife. It's so bizarre. Finally, Pele runs away and is touted a hero. Let's see, what else...oh the Russian movie about the kid who performs well at the front in WWII and is sent home to see his mother. But it takes so long to get there that he can only hug her for about 5 minutes before he has to leave to make it back to the front before his furlough ends. As this scene ends, some Pro-Communist message comes up that totally tries to undo the poignancy of the movie. Awesome stuff. The two horrible movies: The already mentioned trainwreck Aguirre, and the incredibly boring Lisbon Story. So long and pointless. That was a waste of hours. Okay, end of the tangent), so I had a conversation with my wife about something interesting the other day and I though, "Hey, that's something that I should share to all those who read this blog, searching for nuggets of wisdom and bile" Unfortunately, I have spend so long writing about movies, that I do not have the time nor inclination to explain why people want to live like Brave New World and why the American soccer team represents the mythical America, while the US Basketball team represents the Strawman/European Stereotype America. Of course, I could make this the great divide in America, soccer fans vs. basketball fans. But there's no time...no time...and I thought I had all the time in the world, like that poor sap who broke his glasses after the world was destroyed and he could read all the books he ever wanted. So sad.