This web site is back to normal, whatever that is.
On Tuesday night I caught a little of a documentary about Flight 93, the one that crashed in Pennsylvania on September 11, 2001. It was apparently hijacked with the aim of crashing into either the White House or the Capitol Building, but the passengers fought back and the plane crashed. The producers made the mistake of trying to recreate events on board the plane. “Surely”, I thought, “they won’t have an Arabic-looking guy running down the corridor shouting ‘Allahu Akbar’, will they?” Believe it or not, that’s exactly what the producers did. Still, perhaps the hijackers got that idea from movies, which were in turn influenced by the hijacking craze of the 70’s? Is it Life, or is it Art? Both? Neither?
Last night, though, they showed 9/11, which was much better. It was all based on real footage taken by two French filmmakers, brothers, as they documented the life of a rookie fireman. One of them caught the crash of the first plane on tape, and ended up documenting the rescue efforts from inside the building. The other brother filmed the scene outside on the streets, as firemen from all over the city converged on the towers.
By focusing on the staff of one particular fire station, the story remained at a human level and never became sensationalistic. As they enter the WTC foyer, one brother finds himself refusing to film some injured people, out of respect. That tone is maintained through the piece; however, there is plenty to inspire shock. While we are not shown people falling from the buildings, we do hear them landing, and that is quite sufficient. The footage is shaky, dusty, and all too real.
So, not much else happened yesterday besides work, and thoughts.