So I just finished watching Out of Africa again. I last saw it when it came out in theaters (it was in Manassas, so it may have been at the dollar theater a year after it was released) and this is what I remember from the first time:
I didn't really understand the plot or follow the story line (I think I might have even fallen asleep at times).
Africa was/is beautiful
The cinematography was awesome (yes, I noticed that at the tender age of 15 (or 16), it was one of the reasons I think my parents took me to see it)
The plane scene was incredible, I think that is when I decided I love flying (maybe I just liked it before?).
Here is what I know now:
Meryl Streep was not “hawt” but strong, independent women are hot.
Any guy that doesn't have a man-crush on Robert Redford is either psychotically oppressively gay or dead inside or just doesn't like blonds.
Best line of the movie:
Hans (Streep's husband, Klaus Maria Brandauer): “You could have asked, Dennis.”
Dennis (Streep's lover, Robert Redford): “I did. She said yes.”
The British/Spanish/Dutch/Germans/Italians/French (aw, hell, Europeans)/Americans fucked it all up for the rest of us (meaning future generations of those nationalities and the people they “colonized”).
Dennis (Redford) came the closest I've seen in a while to expressing my reservations about marriage. (Paraphrase: Would I love you less with or without a piece of paper)
Karen (Streep) came the closest I've seen in a while to expressing the argument against my reservations. (Paraphrase: No, but at least you would have acknowledged that you have a reason/obligation to be here with me (there is more to it than that, but it's a start)).
I yearn for a true frontier.
Europeans/Americans mistook technology, bureaucracy and strict social mores for civilization.
Africa was/is beautiful
The cinematography was incredible.
The plane scene was awesome.
Coffee can be grown at high altitudes.
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