Orwell Rolls In His Grave! A Must See Video!

[wildbilln864]

Run time: 03:56 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZaRGBxEBkg   Posted on YouTube: April 17, 2015 By YouTube Member: YouTube Help Views on YouTube: 12180171   Posted on DU: March 08, 2007 By DU Member: wildbilln864 Views on DU: 689

 
Every American should watch this IMHO!
This is part 1 of 13. About 8 minutes each.
WB :hi:

[Systematic Chaos]

1. It is very well done.

I downloaded a torrent file of the entire movie a couple years back, and it was worth it.

In fact, there are torrents of it up that are still alive and well, if the stats on this page are to be believed. If you are able to, get the movie this way because the audio and video will be of much higher quality. Still recommended no matter what, though. :)

http://isohunt.com/torrents/?ihq=orwell+rolls+in+his+grave

[greyl]

2. Some info to help persuade people to watch this:

A perennial problem with low-budget documentaries is how to escape from the talking head format – and another is to find new talking heads. Michael Moore, who has made a film or two himself, appears in Pappas' film, along with many of the people who are ubiquitous on panels on the future of the media – Danny Schechter, Bob McChesney, John Nichols, Mark Crispin Miller, and more.

That said, however, what these heads are singing becomes a swelling chorus, and Pappas points out that his film has been out there, at festivals under construction, even before many others in the current crop. "You could say it's the sharp base of the pyramid," he smiles.

In fact he began the film several decades ago, when as a film school student he took his camera in to interview the city editor of Murdoch's Daily Post, Michael Mitchelmore, and discovered that, serendipitously, it was his last day on the job, and so he was accordingly outspoken about the direction the paper was taking.

The other reason for talking heads was an outcome of the very process the film illuminates. He had hundreds of hours of B-roll, but getting permission, even paying it for it from the Fox TV's of this world would have been a difficult task.
http://www.alternet.org/envirohealth/19421/

[HCE SuiGeneris]

3. Looks very promising...

Thanks for the post WB :hi:

[seemslikeadream]

4. 1984

http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks01/0100021.txt



Chapter 1



It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the
vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions,
though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering
along with him.

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a
coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall.
It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a
man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome
features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even
at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric
current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive
in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston,
who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went
slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the
lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was
one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about
when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had
something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an
oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface
of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank
somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument
(the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of
shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail
figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls
which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face
naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor
blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.

Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in
the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into
spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there
seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered
everywhere. The black-moustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding
corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER
IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into
Winston's own. Down at street level another poster, torn at one corner,
flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the
single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between
the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again
with a curving flight. It was the police patrol, snooping into people's
windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police
mattered.

[underpants]

5. I watched the whole thing all 13 parts-Highly recommend it

I can't say that there was a whole lot there that was really new but it was well put together a great source. The experts were fantastic too.