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Oddly enough, what really gets me musically isn’t Canadian at all. It’s the Marseille (sp?) scene from Casablanca. I think it’s because the French were our allies and I kind of transfer the song into standing for all the Allied forces in WW2.
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Oh yeah, that’s a great scene – probably my favorite in that movie. If you want to see another great filmic version of La Marselleise (sp?) look for the old silent movie “Napoleon” – there’s a great scene showing the beginning of the French Revolution where the masses are introduced to the song. Very affecting.
Add me to the chorus of people in praise of “America the Beautiful” – I would sign a petition making it the national anthem. As for our real national anthem: growing up on Army bases, every time we went to the movies at the post theater, before the movie started they would play an orchestral version of the anthem, accompanied by various patriotic clips (raising the flag at Iwo Jima, etc.). Everyone would stand and salute the flag – a very patriotic moment.
Probably the most patriotic movie I’ve seen is “Mr. Smith Goes To Washington” – the scene where Jimmy Stewart is standing at the Lincoln Memorial and various people are reading from the Gettysburg Address – great stuff.
How about the last page of “The Great Gatsby,” the part about the “fresh green breast of the new world” before Dutch sailors’ eyes:
for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent…face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
That always kind of rattles my thinking about my country.
I had a rather odd surge of patriotism recently, from a pretty unlikely source. I was reading a British crime book, and it was very clearly a modern spin on old 30s and 40s American hardboiled detective novels (by the likes of Raymond Chandler, James Cain, Dashiell Hammett, etc.). For some dumb reason it made me feel all patriotic – the idea of an aspect of my country’s culture being read and admired and imitated abroad. Maybe that doesn’t make sense, considering the ubiquity of American culture, but…well, I dunno, I guess I can’t really rationalize it. 