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/home/karlrees/public_html/gallery2/bla Dr. Strangelove, or How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb | Wayne and Rebecca Madsen

Dr. Strangelove, or How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb

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Today in my senior college level english class, my professor wrote some important movies up on the board. Citizen Kane, Gone with the Wind, A Streetcar Named Desire, Dr. Strangelove, etc. When he wrote Dr. Strangelove up on the board, some of the people in the class childishly giggled. He then asked who had seen the film. Out of the entire class, I was the only one.

Brilliant thought provoking films like Dr. Strangelove are considered classics, but aren't passed down to a youth obsessed culture. Instead of critiquing our culture, we are fused to it. How saddening to think that movies like Titanic (of which I saw four years after it's release and after very confused, self-deprecating girlfriend coaxed me into seeing it once) are the widest seen/funded icons of contemporary life and intelligent gems aren't passed around for the experience of all.

Have you seen it?