Synopsis: Four 1950's cultural icons (Albert Einstein, Marilyn Monroe, Joe DiMaggio and Senator Joseph MacCarthy) who conceivably could have met and probably didn't, fictionally do in this modern fable of post-WWII America. Visually intriguing, the film has a fluid progression of flash-backs and flash-forwards centering on the fictional Einstein's current observations, childhood memories and apprehensions for the future.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Director(s): Nicolas Roeg
  1 win & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
109 min

- Well, f*ck them.

- Destination.

- Well, I was told no stopping.

- Please.

It's important.

Just for me, huh?


For me.

You're not on trial here.

You know that.

You know? You're not being accused

of anything.

You know? You are not the accused.

If you feel accused,

that makes me a very unhappy man.

Sit down. Sit down, will ya?

Now, tell me.

Are you feeling accused?

I feel persecuted.

Hmm. Are you now?

Or have I ever been?

Cheer up, will you, Professor?

That's not an accusation.

Do you understand? It's just an inquiry.

You want a drink?

But, uh, off the record,

would you tell me what...

What do you think your answer

to a question like that would be?

I mean, it seems to me,

it'd be simple as just a yes or a no.

But you'd be surprised how many citizens

find it hard to just even say those two words...

and they've turned these hearings

into one royal pain in the butt!

You know how many times

one guy cited the Fifth Amendment?


You'II never get it. Seventy-nine times.

He got awfully tired.

Look, all I'm asking you

is for a simple answer to a simple question...

so that we can all get home

for the long weekend.

Professor, I haven't seen my sweet wife

in over a month.

The last time I bought tickets,

I... I had to cancel.

We had two extra sessions to try that

jumped-up n*gger Robeson for contempt.


And I missed the damn plane.

Professor, let me make this

perfectly clear, you know?

Now, military men and politicians...

they'll wallow around in the mud,

and they come up smelling roses.

But not you. Nah, no. Not you.

You... You're in a special category.

You know, a different type.

You know what? The movie star type.

The kind that mud sticks to.

You help us, and I'll help you

come out nice and clean.

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