Thursday, December 24, 2009
Finally, someone has done the Freeman-as-Mandela movie. Back in Form Six I used to wonder why no one ever did a movie on Nelson Mandela, starring Morgan Freeman. Mel and I agreed that Freeman would make a great Mandela.
Turns out many people also thought the same, but no one got down to making the movie. Now Clint Eastwood has beaten everyone else to it, and I can't wait to see it, if and when Invictus hits Malaysian shores.
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William Ernest Henley, 1875
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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Posted by SimianD at 10:54 PM