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Saw Arlington Rd today. I have to say, I do like a film that
concludes 'without' the happy ending, and I was surprised this
was one. The cinematography was somewhat wonderful, particularly
the 'views' and the end-piece with the video superimposed over
everyday life. One loose end, though: Bridges' character went to
St. Louis to see the father of the alleged bomber there. That man,
though sorrowful and lost - and well-played, in a very small part,
I might add - was a keeper of the truth as he saw it. He'd be a
very large loose end if he chose to come forward (though, to who?
He trusted no one) with what he'd been presented by Bridges'.
And for god's sake, if any of you are fearful of taking a great
and looming secret to an unwanted, unwarranted grave with you, go
hire an attorney - get his/her pledge of confidentiality, give
him the sealed envelope with the details of your nasty secret,
and the caveat that he expose - to multiple resources - the
contents within only after a prescribed number of things have occurred, i.e., your death, or your death and the
death of the one(s) you're attempting to protect. That drives me
nuts, that Bridges' character had to just 'deal' with this; and
that he didn't have voicemail; and that his friend at the Fibbies,
Whit, didn't have voicemail; and that his girlfriend turned so
quick; and that the bombmeisters all looked like neonazis; and
that I wonder if the kid's hand was intentionally blown up; and
the implication that Robbins' character may have killed his
father, and his friend, and may be, in fact, a serialist, more
than a terrorist.
It was disturbing, and paranoia-inducing, and interesting. I just
wonder what it was before they fkd with it.
And I must agree, a little slackmouth on the part of JB goes a
Long Way.
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