THIS SPRING brought us two movies,
both set in 1947 and both intended to remind us of a time when it
was easy for people to think the world had begun again as a better,
happier, and more hopeful place—as a venerable, millenarian, New
World tradition periodically expects it to do. In an obvious but
still inspiring way, 42 showed us how, perhaps with a
confidence born of our having licked the Nazis and the Japs, we
turned inward after the war to lick the evil of racism among
ourselves. Jackie Robinson’s breaking the color-line in baseball
was a small but important early victory—more like the Doolittle
raid on Tokyo than the Battle of Midway—but it still portended much
more impressive and morally creditable things to come. Joachim
Rønning and Espen Sandberg’s new version of Kon-Tiki, by
contrast, looks sadly more like an end than a beginning.
http://spectator.org/archives/2013/08/08/reminders-of-americas-decline
http://spectator.org/archives/2013/08/08/reminders-of-americas-decline
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