The interest Oliver Sacks takes in the human brain fascinates Peter Brook. The Valley of Astonishment is another consequence of that fascination, and, as presented at the Young Vic, currently Brook's London outlet of choice, it, too, is fascinating.
It's important for me to fall in love with people while I'm interviewing them and writing about them, but there's usually a half-life. After a while, you barely remember them. Robin was different. He made me more vivid to myself, and you don't get that every day.
Americans love a scapegoat. From Communists to slaves, from LGBT people to those suspected of witchcraft, the venom with which some Americans have shamed and persecuted innocent people is quite beyond the pale.
What can we learn from Oliver Sacks' experience (other than, you know, to pay attention to warnings about dangerous animals, and to avoid hiking up desolate mountains alone)? Three morals come to mind.
Film festival programmers rarely create festivals full of films built around a single theme. Yet quite unintentionally, I spent Friday seeing five films that dealt with the idea of abandonment, reunion and reconciliation.