The Biographical Film about the Great Person

The Biographical Film About The Great Person

He was born on a farm in Iowa. His mother had crinkles around her eyes. “Someday you will be great,” she informed him. The Great Person came of age and went to New York, because that is where Great People do their things that are later considered great. “Welcome to New York,” said a colorful character with non-rhotic diction. A vibrant scene was happening in New York in those days. The Great Person was introduced to other people, some of whom were already great, some who would be great later on, and one or two who would sink into non greatness. The Great Person met a woman in a cute way, and they formed an attachment. Things happened that might have involved police brutality, or negative critical reception, or any number of indignities perpetrated by members of a society that could not deal with greatness. There might even have been a scene in a courtroom. So parlous became the situation that the Great Person was forbidden, for a time, to do the great things that later on everybody would agree had been great. Light shone through dirty windows, sad music played, but the woman and the loyal friends continued to believe in the Great Person. Then redemption happened — either the mean critics realized they had been wrong, or the police were ordered by the President to cease hindering Greatness, or a judge hammered with his little hammer and pronounced “Greatness prevails.” Then there was a parade, and a wedding, and swelling music, and credits, and white text on black background telling you what happened to everyone after the credits, and reminding the audience how great this person’s accomplishments had been.

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