In my satire I mentioned seven movie titles (in bold letters).
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I went to the movie titled Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. The new color version. I felt a kinship with Jefferson Smith (Jimmy Stewart). We observed the unfavorable winds picking up around the Washington Monument. Agitating the Reflecting Pool between the monument and the Lincoln Memorial. Mr. Smith and I both see the turbulent power struggle in this District of Columbia movie.

Candidate Terrier barks at people unnecessarily. His tenacious biting creates enemies and uproots frenzy opposition (they see orange) towards his autonomous leadership. All the Presidents Men in collusion with mainstream media are out to humble him. To prevent his dogged determination to be Arthur the King.

Candidate Expiration has passed his shelf-life. Incoherent sentences stumbled off the shelf. Subsequent to his handlers and wife keeping him hidden in the dark fridge away from voters. Their fears exposed when he goes off script like Anchorman Ron Burgundy. Causing George Clooney to sing O Brother, Where Art Thou?

I left the theater thinking did I just watch a Coen Brothers version of Broadcast News with Forrest Gump meeting presidents. The ticket price is a reality check.