just a smattering of the dreck David Elliott (of the San Diego Union Trib) pushes as a movie review. I'll pass on this one, in fact I usually pass on anything "Brokeback Boy" recommends...and so does most of the rest of America, judging from box office numbers. Local idiot, but I'm sure you all have the same in your 'burgs...Historians will long debate Jimmy Carter's presidency (1977-1981), and the blog-bog fever ticks will long despise him.
But already there is virtual consensus that Carter is our greatest ex-president *barf* . This might might not change even if Bill Clinton returns to the White House as Mrs. President's helpful, uh, adviser.
Not even barnstormer Bill can match the range of activities shown in Jonathan Demme's fond but not mushy documentary, “Jimmy Carter, Man From Plains.” Carter's 82, out of the White House more than 25 years and fully entitled to a long drink or two on the 19th hole, but here he is:
Helping build a house in ravaged New Orleans, one of many Habitat sites he helped fashion; trading smart quips with Jay Leno; presiding at his do-good Carter Center in Atlanta; smiling at an Israeli reporter who looks eager to eat him; surveying his family's farm; swimming, almost daily; answering endless mail; showing zeal for a neighbor's fried chicken; endlessly traveling, carrying his own bags; delivering sermons in church; visiting foreign lands and (so he tells us) reading the Bible before bed in Spanish with wife Rosalynn – truth be told, his Spanish accent is pretty bad.