Saw La Larga Noche de Francisco Sanctis by Argentinean directors Andrea Testa and Francisco Marquez, on the flight back form Mexico. Very little dialogue. Long stretches of Francisco walking through the streets, but it is short. You need to know the background of the junta in Argentina in 1977 and the reality of the disappearances and the Montoneros.
The point, I think, is to give you the time to think, daydreamingly, about what you would do in this situation. All the more relevant as we think about Trump’s response to what seems an inevitable constitutional process to oust him, if not this year then at some point. The man seems to be certifiable: advocating police brutality, calling for joint cybersecurity with Russia, lashing out at the fourth estate, firing and hiring based on whim and unctuousness. As he gets older, surrounds himself with family and sycophants, alienates more Republicans, and comes under more pressure, he will increasingly cross legal lines and become more and more vulnerable to impeachment. When that happens, he might well pull the state of emergency ploy. Michael Flynn, one does not doubt, would be happy to come back and clean up “the carnage.” And then every person will have to make those small decision like Francisco Sanctis.