I saw the Aviator tonight. I thought it was a good flick. It continues my obsession of the week with power in it's many forms and how to get it. In some strange way the film made me feel better and reminded me that angling for power, even with all it's serious consequences, at base, is still just a game. The real thing, the true thing, is love. It upsets hierarchies and can also be a form of power, but an unreasonable, messy one. By the way, I couldn’t find the word I was looking for to describe love, but found out the interesting etymology of the word “true” in my search.
Now I’ve got to go read what Ebert said about the Aviator.