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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, notes that the keeper’s movie-critic qualifications should limit him to commenting on spaghetti westerns, especially when the rancher’s daughter exchanges her dad for some “all hat” bronc rider.
This dearth of qualifications is ignored, however, after the keeper and Phyllis watched the Netflix movie “Don’t Look Up:” it is good entertainment that deals symbolically and realistically with current political absurdities, and it contains the contemporary message that it is all not going to end well.
While it went on a bit too long for the keeper’s endurance, and it included some unnecessary asides, “Don’t Look Up,” makes the salient point that, the way things now stand, only the rich will survive as a narcissistic wizard prevails over Oz.
In putting his stamp of approval on “Don’t Look Up,” the keeper was left with the question that he sometimes wondered about in watching the old westerns: with all the horses around, why do you never see any horse shit?
(At some point in his days with the Chicago Trib, the keeper briefly shared an office with the late renowned movie critic Gene Siskel. Neither he nor Gene obviously learned much from one another.)
