Desperately Seeking Howard Roark
Tonight at the Emory Liberitarian meeting (alochol, pizza, and philosophizing) we watched this Coppola film called Tucker: A Man and His Dream. I had previously never heard of it, but now I can recommend it with confidence to you all, even more highly if you like philosophy. The basic idea: Preston Tucker (Jeff Bridges) is a 1940s automotive enthusiast that has designs a car that revolutionizes the industry. The car has new features like a popout windshield, rear motor, turning headlights, and seatbelts (hot damn). Of course, the big three american producers won't let him make a better car, so the rest of the movie is Tucker vs. everyone else.
Early on Tucker struck me as reminiscent of my beloved Howard Roark; a true Randian hero. The courtroom scene towards the end was incredibly similar to the end of The Fountainhead. At the end of the movie, I realized that all of this actually happened. Maybe I'm still naive to let the fictional (and non) Toohey's of the world fill me with so much rage at how utterly corrupt persons can get away. Few things can get me this worked up.
I walked away from the movie with a passion to research Tucker for myself and, I must admit, a bit of a crush.
Early on Tucker struck me as reminiscent of my beloved Howard Roark; a true Randian hero. The courtroom scene towards the end was incredibly similar to the end of The Fountainhead. At the end of the movie, I realized that all of this actually happened. Maybe I'm still naive to let the fictional (and non) Toohey's of the world fill me with so much rage at how utterly corrupt persons can get away. Few things can get me this worked up.
I walked away from the movie with a passion to research Tucker for myself and, I must admit, a bit of a crush.