As my editor graciously granted me an extension to besiege the health care establishment into next week, I can stop in over the weekend. The 72 British rendition of Tales From The Crypt is an early experiment in graphic adaptation.
"Blind Alleys," with Patrick Macnee and Nigel Patrick playing the respective foils, is a strange, disembodied take on institutional dehumanization that evokes Maupassant's story of a blind man ejected by his family, left to freeze to death. In the film, dependent on corny twists, the blind extract their justice for harsh regimentation; the monstrosity of the teleplay is not meant to be taken seriously, of course, but it serves as an apt metaphor for contemporary activist screaming matches represented by groups like ADAPT, or even my inability to deploy closure in relation to Liberty's inability to meld competence with regimentation.
Is the price of self-interested inequality worth how it brutalizes, and thus hardens, the disadvantaged?
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