In ancient Egyptian mythology, a dead person's soul would be weighed against the feather of truth in a ritual called a psychostasy. If their soul was lighter than the feather, it would ascend into the afterlife. Heavy souls were devoured by Maat, eater of the dead. Good films go to hard drive heaven while the recycle bin eats the rest.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
My Side of the Mountain (1969)
An adventure directed by James B. Clark, written by Jean Craighead George.
A boy takes his pet raccoon and goes to live off the land in the Catskill mountains.
Like I've said before, I like pioneer and mountain-man films. This is no exception (except that it's a mountain-boy). The main character is good and the plot kept my attention. It's hard to imagine some kid doing this today in our high-tech society of brain-dead sheeple. I don't imagine homeland security would take too kindly to it, thinking he might be a terrace. For this, I rate it good.
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