All the President’s Men…movie review

All the President’s Men…movie review

power brokers aren’t good guys…

 

 

Movie review:

All the President’s Men

 

It’s a good guess that you watched All the President’s Men (1976, rated PG, 138 min) a long time ago.

Now’s a good time to watch it again. You get to see Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford at work in their younger years, and you get to see the good guys win.

Bob Woodward (Redford) and Carl Bernstein (Hoffman) give workmanlike performances as they grind through the often mind-numbing work of bringing down a corrupt president and his corrupt henchmen. I don’t think any women were involved in the really bad Watergate business.

The drama is created as the “Woodstein” duo and Deep Throat and dubious/credulous Washington Post editors relentlessly push for the boring investigative legwork that ultimately reveals the frightening cabal of power brokers who will do close to anything to keep Nixon in office.

The good guys win. Mostly they didn’t fear for their own safety. Mostly they didn’t think they were heroic. Mostly they didn’t think the job was hopeless. Mostly they wanted to do the right thing.

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Movie review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Old Friends (book review)

Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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“Poetry is what I see…”…my poem

say it again

 

 

Poetry is…

 

Poetry is what I see and hear and feel,

it is the life force of my sensations,

it is my potent thinking,

it is my surrender to the beauty of words

   that leap together in my mind,

and spill onto my page,

and wait to pass your lips.

 

September 17, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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“icing on the evening.”…“gâteau,” my poem

“icing on the evening.”…“gâteau,” my poem

it’s OK to stand there…

 

 

gâteau

 

My glance adds nothing

   to the moment of this sky,

I know so well

   it will not stay,

it holds my eye

   for seconds more,

this sweet stack

   of layered night,

this icing on the evening.

 

March 23, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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be a buttonhole…

be a buttonhole…

being a buttonhole…

 

 

“I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,  

or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,  

but because it never forgot what it could do.”

 

Keep on doing what you can do.

 

quote from “Famous” by Naomi Shihab Nye (b1952)

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review:

Shakespeare: The World as Stage

The Bard was the lucky one…

by Bill Bryson

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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“magic still unknown…”…“Void,” my poem

“magic still unknown…”…“Void,” my poem

looking up has no avail

 

 

Void

 

No trace, a void,

the trees embrace

   the empty vault,

no whispered breeze,

no hint of dawn,

the dark can tell no tale,

and looking up

   has no avail…

 

The ancients saw such sky,

and had scant words

   for such nothingness,

and took their time

   to wonder:

      had their gods fled?

or mused on magic

   still unknown,

or turned to scrape

   another stone,

they did not know of

   and had no care

      for moons and star things.

 

March 14, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Chosen

Life: exuberant, and otherwise…

by Chaim Potok

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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