{"id":25073,"date":"2019-06-10T08:53:16","date_gmt":"2019-06-10T13:53:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/?p=25073"},"modified":"2019-06-10T08:53:16","modified_gmt":"2019-06-10T13:53:16","slug":"belated-movie-reviews-467","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/2019\/06\/10\/belated-movie-reviews-467\/","title":{"rendered":"Belated Movie Reviews"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"width: 464px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Hippopotamus_(film)\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.chortle.co.uk\/images\/photos\/small\/hippotamus_film.jpg?resize=454%2C267&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"454\" height=\"267\" \/><\/a><p class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>An angel and a fallen angel?<\/em><\/p><\/div>\n<p><i><b><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Hippopotamus_(film)\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Hippopotamus<\/a>\u00a0<\/b><\/i>(2017) is one of those cranky examples of British humor that can often leave an audience wondering if there&#8217;s a point to the hijinks. Ted Wallace is a poet, a poet with a big name, a string of failed marriages, destroyed friendships, a taste for alcohol arguably stronger than his taste for breathing, a job as a theatre reviewer of definite opinion, and a case of writer&#8217;s block so powerful he hasn&#8217;t published anything in a decade. He&#8217;s a cranky old shit.<\/p>\n<p>His job evaporates, and as he celebrates, his goddaughter shows up. She has been diagnosed with leukemia, but claims she&#8217;s been miraculously cured &#8211; and she hires her godfather to find out how. Is her family home the base for creating miracles?<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s history here, and not so good of history, but Ted has a positive connection with his godson, David, and he leans on that to cadge a visit. David is a trifle, well, odd. He spends evenings outside, he often disappears, and his family has witnessed him saving people and animals that are near death. Add to that a preoccupation with poetry, but poetry Ted disapproves of, and he&#8217;s a bit of a package that you&#8217;re not certain you&#8217;d sign for.<\/p>\n<p>Ted continues to investigate, digging beneath the surface of a pond opaque to casual investigation. Between old, detested acquaintances, desperate for a miracle, and family members who hesitate to throw either water or oil on the fire, the truth is occulted, but Ted has found a purpose, a drive that drags him, kicking and screaming, out of his private pond of whiskey, and on a quest for truth.<\/p>\n<p>Even as a poet might see it.<\/p>\n<p>But there&#8217;s a price to be paid for truth, and it&#8217;s enforced through a ruthless Nature &#8211; at least in the eyes of his ex-wife. If only he&#8217;d kept his mouth shut, she seems to be saying, everything would have been fine. Maybe it was just as well they divorced.<\/p>\n<p>The characters are well drawn, and it&#8217;s all a trifle sly and fun. Still, the title is a bit of a puzzle, and without having read the novel, I can only guess that a hippopotamus goes where it will, with little consideration for manners, and that&#8217;s Ted in a single line. But is there a theme that draws this all together.<\/p>\n<p>Truth to be told &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Hippopotamus\u00a0(2017) is one of those cranky examples of British humor that can often leave an audience wondering if there&#8217;s a point to the hijinks. Ted Wallace is a poet, a poet with a big name, a string of failed marriages, destroyed friendships, a taste for alcohol arguably stronger than \u2026 <a class=\"continue-reading-link\" href=\"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/2019\/06\/10\/belated-movie-reviews-467\/\"> Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr; <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25073","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25073","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25073"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25073\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25076,"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25073\/revisions\/25076"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25073"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25073"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/huewhite.com\/umb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25073"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}