No comments about Dancing for Mr. B: Six Balanchine Ballerinas.

No comments about Making Documentaries with Veteran Producer David Hoffman.

1 comments about Death & Taxes.

1. Modern Day American Greek tragety about
   World War II vet, who got involved in
   silly tax protest movement, probably
   started by Feds, but does much to show
   how Masons control most of our courts.
   Son still rots in jail for crime he
   didn't commit! [Also: read Yorie Von
   Kahl's "A Writ of Habeas Corpus" for
   more on Gov't tyranny. Don't tell me
   there isn't any!] The Kahl case begat
   the Ruby Creek fiasco with Vietnam vet
   Randy Weaver having several family mem-
   bers murdered, that begat Waco, which
   begat Oklahoma City, which begat 9/11!
   All had 'agent provacatuers' running
   amuck for 'The New World Order' high
   cabal boys (see also Col. L. Fletcher
   Prouty's writings and others.) Not a
   movie for the whole family unless they
   are mature and have done conspiracy
   homework. Wife Joan Kahl and Gordon both
   have/had some (kooky) beliefs, but most
   of their beliefs were/are true, unfor-
   tunately!

1 comments about Adolph Hitler's Home Movies.

1. This film runs for 53 minutes, even though there are over four hours of Eva Braun's home movies in the National Archives. One would think this compilation would include the very best of the home movies, but this isn't quite so. Actually, much of the best material is left out of this otherwise interesting exercise.

   Eva began filming with her Agfa color movie camera in 1936 and she captures much film of the Fuehrer cavorting about the Obersalzberg, often with Speer, Goebbels, or his secretaries in tow. The films are all banal, but still extremely interesting if you have an interest in this type of thing. The quality is very good, especially the Technicolor clips, which comprise about 75% of the total running time. There is additional black and white footage of Hitler inside the Berghof, consulting with ministers and other toadies.

   There is also film of Eva Braun herself, doing gymnastics on the banks of the Koenigsee, skiing and hanging around the Berghof terrace. Again, this represents only 25% of the total Braun color home movie footage, but as an introduction, it's quite good. There is no narration, so unless you've boned up on the Nazi ancillary figures, you'll be at a loss.

No comments about Bob's Rolling Reefer.

No comments about The Return of Paul Jarrett.

1 comments about NYS Parole: Unsung Heroes.

1. (From the back cover)
   
   Come along on an eight-month journey with two of New York's most intense parole units: Brooklyn's Targeted Offender Program or TOP, and the Special Offenders Unit or SOU. These parole officers supervise some of New York's most heinous criminals from cop killers and drug dealers to rapists and pedophiles.
   
   Filmed on location in some of New York's most crime-ridden areas, this documentary will take you behind the scenes of one of today's most scrutinized law enforcement agencies.
   
   (My comment)
   I doubt the back cover's claim that NYC parole officers supervise cop killers. I haven't heard of too many cop killers who get anything less than the death penalty, let alone get paroled!

No comments about Tears of Gold.

No comments about Ron Jones Stories Volume IV "Jitterbuggin'".

3 comments about Letters to the Wall.

1. This is the most powerful statement that could be made about war.
   The people who bravely tell their stories are now very dear to me. You will find yourself watching this many times. You will find many friends who need this. Thanks to the makers of this piece



2. ...

   I watched and listened intently, as a daughter spoke of the day she and her Mother were told
   her Father was missing in action, as two Men related their Dad's last words spoken to them,
   as if they'd had the same Father, "watch after your Mom and your sisters, take care of them
   while I'm gone." Then Wes came on the screen and spoke of his old Friend Charlie, who'd
   forfeited his life in action in Vietnam, of the day his life changed. A Medic spoke of his

   Comrades in Arms, proud he'd been there with them to serve. A Nurse spoke of the young
   Men whose shot and mangled bodies came through her hospital, frightened young men
   who she reassured, without knowing whether they would live or die. She recalled running
   her hand through their hair and telling them soothingly "everything's going to be okay, you're
   going to be okay." And tears began to well in my eyes, coming from the darkest recesses
   of my heart, as I listened to a Mother tell of the last time she saw her son, a young Marine
   ordered to the Republic of Vietnam. My Mother you see, saw off two sons with orders to Vietnam
   some 5 years apart. Oh God, what she must have felt, but each of us came home again.

   Then each, in their turn spoke of the day they visited The Wall. They searched out the location
   of their Father, Friend, Son, in the log at The Wall that lists the names in chronological order
   of the year they died and maps where their names will be found on The Wall. I saw them
   each, before the black granite, at the names of those they so loved. Each related the feeling
   of peace that welled inside them as they etched the names over white paper. A Mother and Father
   who lost their son, whose grief had been too great to console one another, in touching his
   name on The Wall find solace and understanding of the grief they share. A daughter leaves
   pictures of her children for her Dad whose name stands there, a son writes his Father a letter

   assuring him he's taking care of the Family, A Friend, my Friend, writes a letter to "old
   Charlie" to tell him what he's done with his life. He shares with Charlie that his life meant
   something and that he'd gone on from Vietnam in service to America.

   The Park Service in charge of maintaining The Wall, describe the tribute of letters, pictures and
   medals left there. They thought at first, it was something that would slow down as the years
   went by, but instead it increased. They kept and catologued each item and today the items
   themselves are a part of this Tribute to the Men who served their Nation in one of its
   most controversial Wars.

   In viewing "Letters To The Wall", I realized, the Vietnam Memorial doesn't just honor the Men
   whose names are found there. It doesn't just honor the Men who served our Nation in
   the struggle in Vietnam. The Vietnam Memorial Honors us ALL.

   Galloping Pictures production of the documentary "Letters To The Wall" is poinant in its
   simplicity. It's "not about war"..."It's not about politics...."It's about people...The ones that
   are here, and the ones who didn't make it back." "Letters To The Wall" is truely about
   the healing that takes place there. 58,000 names are etched in the black Granite of The Wall
   that is the Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C.

   A Professional Production by Galloping Pictures, "Letters To The Wall" is itself a tribute
   to all the Men who gave their lives in the villiages, cities, jungles and on the rivers in Vietnam,
   and to the Men who served alongside them, who made it back. Yes, it made me cry. It
   took me to a place I had never been before, and it took me home. A must see film




3. My old Friend, Wes Carey, spoke to me on the phone the other day from Seattle, Washington. He
   told me he was just completing a project that he wanted me to review - "Letters To The Wall". He
   knew I'd be interested, because like him. I was once a young man serving my Country in the
   Republic of Vietnam, just as my older Brother had. Wes said he was mailing me a tape, and
   he made sure he had my address in Florida correct. I asked that he send 2 copies, as I wanted
   to send one to my Brother.
   
   I was pretty excited when the tape arrived. I took it to work with me the day after I received it,
   and sat it on top of my desk. I carried it home with me that afternoon, but for some reason,
   I put off watching it. I emailed Wes and told him, "I'll take a look at it this weekend and get
   back to you."
   
   Vietnam was 30 years ago for me.
   
   I was on my home computer Saturday Afternoon and checked my email and found that Wes had
   just sent me a short one, "Have you watched LTW yet?" I hadn't. My wife was gone for the day,
   with her friend, down to Ft Myers to see old friends. I was home alone. I closed down my
   computer and went in to the kitchen and cooked a couple of hamburgers, watched a little T.V..
   Then finally, I picked up one of the copies of the Film Wes had sent me, off the Dining Room
   Table, opened the box it had come in, tore the plastic wrapping and pulled out the tape.
   I went to my son's room and sat on his bed and put "Letters To The Wall" in his VCR.
   
   I watched and listened intently, as a daughter spoke of the day she and her Mother were told
   her Father was missing in action, as two Men related their Dad's last words spoken to them,
   as if they'd had the same Father, "watch after your Mom and your sisters, take care of them
   while I'm gone." Then Wes came on the screen and spoke of his old Friend Charlie, who'd
   forfeited his life in action in Vietnam, of the day his life changed. A Medic spoke of his

   Comrades in Arms, proud he'd been there with them to serve. A Nurse spoke of the young
   Men whose shot and mangled bodies came through her hospital, frightened young men
   who she reassured, without knowing whether they would live or die. She recalled running
   her hand through their hair and telling them soothingly "everything's going to be okay, you're
   going to be okay." And tears began to well in my eyes, coming from the darkest recesses
   of my heart, as I listened to a Mother tell of the last time she saw her son, a young Marine
   ordered to the Republic of Vietnam. My Mother you see, saw off two sons with orders to Vietnam
   some 5 years apart. Oh God, what she must have felt, but each of us came home again.
   
   Then each, in their turn spoke of the day they visited The Wall. They searched out the location
   of their Father, Friend, Son, in the log at The Wall that lists the names in chronological order
   of the year they died and maps where their names will be found on The Wall. I saw them
   each, before the black granite, at the names of those they so loved. Each related the feeling
   of peace that welled inside them as they etched the names over white paper. A Mother and Father
   who lost their son, whose grief had been too great to console one another, in touching his
   name on The Wall find solace and understanding of the grief they share. A daughter leaves
   pictures of her children for her Dad whose name stands there, a son writes his Father a letter

   assuring him he's taking care of the Family, A Friend, my Friend, writes a letter to "old
   Charlie" to tell him what he's done with his life. He shares with Charlie that his life meant
   something and that he'd gone on from Vietnam in service to America.
   
   The Park Service in charge of maintaining The Wall, describe the tribute of letters, pictures and
   medals left there. They thought at first, it was something that would slow down as the years
   went by, but instead it increased. They kept and catologued each item and today the items
   themselves are a part of this Tribute to the Men who served their Nation in one of its
   most controversial Wars.
   
   In viewing "Letters To The Wall", I realized, the Vietnam Memorial doesn't just honor the Men
   whose names are found there. It doesn't just honor the Men who served our Nation in
   the struggle in Vietnam. The Vietnam Memorial Honors us ALL.
   
   Galloping Pictures production of the documentary "Letters To The Wall" is poinant in its
   simplicity. It's "not about war"..."It's not about politics...."It's about people...The ones that
   are here, and the ones who didn't make it back." "Letters To The Wall" is truely about
   the healing that takes place there. 58,000 names are etched in the black Granite of The Wall
   that is the Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C.
   
   A Professional Production by Galloping Pictures, "Letters To The Wall" is itself a tribute
   to all the Men who gave their lives in the villiages, cities, jungles and on the rivers in Vietnam,
   and to the Men who served alongside them, who made it back. Yes, it made me cry. It
   took me to a place I had never been before, and it took me home. A must see film.
   
   
   
   
   
   
   Charles E Piercey
   United States Navy Retired
   Tarpon Springs, Fl