Seeking a confession. Yesterday, in search of an exact quote, I reviewed the film on the acutely social play 'Look who came'. She was really social then, and I remember my reaction and those around me. It is a good thing that the CG showed all or almost all of them.
The first appearance of new owners of life on the screen. Then it was a fashionable barber, bartender and bather, and not oil and gas tycoons.
The first claims of these owners recognition.
First perverse charity.
Oh my God, what a funny thing that was!
And, alas, in reality, the god of the car in the form of a housewife did not happen.
King really is still sorry. And he, and hundreds and thousands of other such kings, appeared in the vastness of our country shortly after the release of the film. To rush between circles, to be one's own among the creators and one's own among the right people, to long not only for worship - but also for sincere gratitude or at least a place where you will be simply and sincerely welcomed and said - ' Oh, look who has come!' And not being able to buy that genuine joy.