John Badham – „Saturday Night Fever“ (1977)
Ich bin tatsächlich immer noch überrascht davon, wie viel mehr dieser Film zu bieten hat als nur Discokugeln, weiße Anzüge, die ikonischen Bee Gees und das Grinsen Travoltas. Hinter der glitzernden Oberfläche dieses globalen popkulturellen Phänomens verbirgt sich ein erstaunlich düsteres, fast schon zynisches Porträt einer verlorenen Arbeiter:innenjugend im Brooklyn der 70er-Jahre… (3Sat)
Geinoh Yamashirogumi • Yamato Gensho | 芸能山城組 • やまと幻唱 [1977;LP-Rip]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T72G9o23XEs
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Historia «Grandes apagones de la historia: Nueva york 1977 y lecciones para hoy»
El apagón de Nueva York de 1977 es uno de los cortes eléctricos más emblemáticos del siglo XX, no solo por su magnitud, sino por el profundo impacto social y cultural que tuvo en la ciudad y el país.
¿Qué ocurrió en el apagón de 1977?
Consecuencias inmediatas
Impacto social y cultural
Lecciones para hoy
“Miles de saqueadores, envalentonados por la oscuridad y la confusión, recorrieron la ciudad anoche y esta madrugada en una ola delictiva” – The New York Times, 19774.
El apagón de Nueva York de 1977 sigue siendo un recordatorio de cómo los fallos tecnológicos pueden desencadenar crisis sociales profundas y de la necesidad de prepararse no solo técnicamente, sino también social y políticamente, para responder a estos desafíos.
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Götz George – „Aus einem deutschen Leben“ (1977)
Fiktionalisierte Filmbiografie des Auschwitz-Kommandanten Rudolf Höß mit Götz George in der Hauptrolle. Ein Beitrag von Philipp Bühler, freier Filmjournalist und kinofenster.de-Redakteur, 27.02.2024. (ARD)
Stroszek und das tanzende Huhn (1977)
Wer sind wir? Wo kommen wir her? Wo wollen wir hin? Sind wir tanzende Hühner oder Kanninchen auf dem Feuerwehrwagen?
„Stroszek“, dieses kleine, schmutzige Meisterwerk von Werner Herzog aus dem Jahr 1977, schenkt uns einen faszinierenden Blick auf die menschliche Existenz. Ich würde den Film deshalb nicht gleich in meine Kategorie „Lieblingsfilme“ einordnen. […]
Dr. Jacob and Mr. ADHD.
(a true very short story)
This is a slice out of a young child’s life in a time when science hadn’t caught up with why he was the way he was, and how a mother who didn’t know any better, shaped the rest of it.
Jacob sat there in his bed. All of 9 years old. Filled with anger and rage at himself. Feeling like he had disappointed his mother, the one source of love and kindness that he had in the world.
Earlier that day Jacob had gone to a classmates birthday party and had committed, quite by accident, an unforgivable sin in his mothers eyes.
He ate a piece of chocolate cake.
You see, the year is 1977. Back then, there wasn’t a lot of information on children with ADHD. The only known treatment, was to give children a stimulant like Ritalin, which would help to slow things down and allow them to focus. (When prescribed correctly) Jacobs pediatrician introduced his mother to a book that claimed that artificial colors and certain fruits, triggered his ADHD and that those foods should be removed from his diet. So, being the diligent mother that she was, she removed those foods and told him, in no uncertain terms, to never eat anything that might have it listed in the ingredients.
And most chocolate cakes, especially store bought, had artificial flavorings in it.
His mother claimed that she knew something was wrong the minute he got into the car and started talking excitedly about the party and fidgeting.
“Did they have an cake?” she asked nonchalantly.
The moment she asked the question, he knew he was in trouble. Part of the problem with ADHD is that often it effects the memory, making it easy to forget important things when caught up in the moment. His heart sunk as he answered his mother.
“Yes” he said sadly. His body, slumped in the cars bench seat. His feet shuffling around the cars floor mat nervously.
“And you ate some. Didn’t you?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry. I forgot.”
“What happens when you eat foods that you’re not supposed to eat?” she asked.
“I get hyper and do stuff that I shouldn’t do.” he said, looking down at his feet. A feeling of shame washing over him.
“And what happens when you do stuff that you shouldn’t do?”
“People get angry with me.” he answered with the shame he was feeling, in his voice.
“Do you want people to be angry with you? Do you want me to be angry with you?” she asked as she drove through the city streets on their way home.
Jacob couldn’t look at her. He could only look down at his new sneakers, and felt as if he wasn’t worthy to wear them. Softly, “No Ma’am” was all that he could say.
“When we get home, we’ll discuss your punishment.”
He sat up, and stared out the side window. Not saying a word in fear of angering his mother more.
Thirty minutes later, Jacob sat on his bed and waited for his punishment. He thought about the mistake he had made, and how it angered his mother. He felt shame and disgust for having forgotten. ADHD was something that he had to be careful of. It was as if it were another person, living inside of him, waiting to make people annoyed and angry. It was the cause of most of his problems. It was something to be tightly controlled.
He looked down at his toys and wondered if they’d be taken from him? Maybe she’d take his little 12 inch black and white TV? Maybe he’d have to stay in his room for the week?
Worse, maybe she’d get the belt.
He hated his ADHD. Hated what it made him. Hated this obviously evil side of himself that made people angry and the other kids shun him. He hated how frustrated his mother got with him because of it. All he wanted to do was make her happy. He didn’t want her to hate him because of this monster that was inside.
A knock came from his bedroom door.
“Come in.” he said.
His mother entered the room with a determined look on her face. Jacob sat on the edge of his bed, waiting solemnly for his punishment to be handed down.
“Why did you eat the cake when you know that you’re not supposed to?” she asked.
“I forgot.” he replied.
“You’ve been on this diet for two years. How could you have forgotten?” she asked with an accusing tone.
“I don’t know. I just did.”
“So you just happened to forget when there’s a chocolate cake in front of you? Funny how you never forget when it comes to grapes or oranges.”
Jacob didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t understand why he forgot anymore then she did. She had a right to be mad at him, he thought.
Jacob looked down at the floor as he often did when being chastised. “I’m sorry. It wont happen again. I promise.” he said as tears began to well up in his eyes.
“How many times are we going to have to go over this? How many times will you have to be punished before you remember?” she asked calmly.
“I’m sorry.” he wept quietly.
“This is the last time. If you do something like this again, I’m going to take all of your Lego’s and your TV away for a month. For today, you’re going to stay in your room and clean it from top to bottom. If it isn’t clean by the end of the day, you’ll get the belt.”.
Jacobs eyes widened in fear. “Yes ma’am.” was all that he could reply.
“Then I guess you better start now. You have 4 hours.”
She left his room and closed the door behind her. Jacob sat where he was for a minute, still looking down at the floor. He wiped his eyes with his palms and his nose on his shirt, came down from his bed, and began to pick his toys up from the ground.
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