There were about twelve of us at the final screening of the Brattle’s weeklong engagement of Darwin’s Nightmare last night. The irony was thick: A bunch of folks settling in on a cold, blustery Wednesday in a last-of-its-kind theatre flirting with extinction watching a terrific documentary (for the record, I’ll echo robbiefreeling’s assessment with a few slight qualms) that details the terrible results of a different kind of economic cannibalism half a world away. One of these situations is obviously more dire, (yes, Tanzania) but without the Brattle, the twelve of us might have only the chance to read about these distant horrors, rather than coming face to face with the devastating images Hubert Sauper collected around Lake Victoria. Needless to say, the mood was appropriately grim as we exited the theatre into Harvard Square.
I ran into the Brattle’s programmer, Ned Hinkle, on my way in who told me that their fundraising drive was going well, that the staff is optimistic, and that there’s still much to be done. If you haven’t given yet, please do.
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