Mayor Vaughn would like to remind you that his kids were on that beach, too.
Sometime after all the Reagan-inspired early Eighties liberal paranoia regarding nuclear annihilation kicked into gear, my dad decided to begin construction of a bomb shelter.
Flying off the handle and taking his anger out on a pair of harmless 6th Graders made the guy look irrational, bitter and faintly crazy.
I can still be entertained by a film without believing everything it has to say (or doesn't say).
No matter which side of the political aisle it may spring from, I have no patience with self-righteous, puritannical little tyrants who seek to tell other people, either through shaming or outright censorship, what they can and can't watch, read, or listen to.
This is what a ruthless pursuit of heaven on earth, "Utopia", leads to: Mayhem, Misery, Extinction.
It's not a film I watch very often, but when I do, it's not because I'm feeling miserable and seek to compound that misery by viewing the film as a presciently bleak political statement.