A week and a half ago or thereabouts I saw Loaded Gun: Life & Death & Dickinson. The filmmaker subjects ED to interpretations by psychologists (who diagnose her as agoraphobic, nymphomaniac, and depressive, among other things), professors (one a granola-crunching multi-culti feminist and the other a bearded stuffed shirt who piously pooh poohs while flashing elbow patches), a genuine biographer (fond and solidly grounded in the facts though a bit possessive), a historical impersonator or "living character" (who works in costume during a themed-for-tourists brunch service), and a slew of auditioning actresses (a stunning variety of teen, tween, and has-been gals here). The resulting views of Emily range from absurd to almost-hey-maybe-that-could-be-right. Recommended.
Back from Texas. Might post a few photos. Never donned a coat the whole week.
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