When I entered the Loews theater from a 24 degree New York street, it was 4:30 PM of January 25th, 2013. Spielberg's "Lincoln" shifted time back to 1860 Washington D.C., and stayed there through April 1865. About the film, I can only say that the costumes and sets were excellently appointed, and the acting flawlessly well done, that I teared-up at all the right moments, and that the feeling I had was anchored in longing, in a wish that the high sentiments expressed held true today. Perhaps in part they do now and then. The low sentiments certainly do. What the real business of politics is--it's maneuverings and machinations, and human motivations--those have not changed. It's useful to remember that film is fantasy, and a script is a construction. When I was reading Doris Kern's "A Team Of Rivals", the text this film was based upon, I learned a great deal more about the period, and people, than any two hours of celluloid could ever deliver. She trusts the filmmaker, and that's enough recommendation for me. It's a very fine film...
but a great book if you're interested in
Then I slid down the decades back to 2013, reemerging onto the same New York City street, where snow was falling lightly, spreading a sparkling veil over everything.
So, what is time?
"It's when the sun comes up, the sun goes down,
the moon comes out, and the people dance all around."