Netflix rental The Baader Meinhof Complex: this film left us speechless until we HAD to talk about it. The good: best historical drama ever on the 1960s/70s, everything down to the last extra almost out of scene is perfect, the casting spot on, the look, authentic. It brought back tons of memories of our own university years and all the student anti-Vietnam war demonstrations we both saw; the bad: what is showed-- the birth of modern terrorism via true believer fanatics morphing into their purported enemies, becoming immoral murderers. If you want to understand Evil but can't identify with today's illiterate desert nomads and third world, enraged urban boys raised on pure hatred and misogyny, watch the degeneration of these educated young European men and women from valid protesters into full time killers.
I believe she unquestionably missed her true calling in life as an
illustrator, since her entire oeuvre is as eye-catching and lively as
these examples. There's a Gaugin-esque surety in her wack perspective as well. Instead, post-Southern Belledom she dilettanted around writing dense novels and dancing the ballet a bit too late in the game to have developed proper musculature. Non-competition with her husband F. Scott could have saved her
life (she died in an insane asylum fire, locked in.) Two works by Zelda
Fitzgerald, The Lobster Quadrille and The Circus.
Despite acknowledging universal consensus that alcoholism led to both Scott's and Zelda's separate demises, I
do wonder about the non-competition issue, since (according to the
three Zelda biographies I read) this was considered her main malady by the psychiatric
experts of that era, even more so than her extreme behavior in acting
out. They wanted her to be content as a homebody and satellite of her
husband. In contrast, many male writers of that era were proud of their
wives' talents and published works.