“You’re part of the moon now.”
A heartbreaking elegy for the ghosts of history. Elaborate, entertaining destruction of trains (the symbol of progress) by the ineffectual white hero. The person sitting in the row in front of me was wearing a stars-and-stripes hat labeled USA. The theater cleared out before Tonto's lonely end credits walk. I could feel the weight of history as tangibly as those pocket-watches. Time is annihilated before your eyes.