NERVOUS WATCHING AN OLD MAURICE CHEVALIER FILM

Ken Pobo


Maurice C. strikes me as a leering old coot, wanting to bounce little girls on his knees, like a sweet old granddaddy. But many sweet old granddaddies molest. Itís not made much of, kept in the family, the childís mouth taped shut with something much stronger than tape: fear. And the child grows up, bursting to speak, unable to speak, their sweet granddaddy now gone to the grave, rage like a condor flying inside them, talons out. It needs a bigger sky to fly in, one without echoes of sweet granddaddies who said "Donít tell anyone." ****



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