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• Bio Chicago native; Married 35 years to Colorado native. Military wife who travels often; 2 children & 2 foster children; 7 grandchildren. Constitutional patriot.

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2. liked It: 20 vote
3. release Date: 2019
4. Country: USA
5. writers: Rotimi Rainwater
6. review: Lost in America is a movie starring Rosario Dawson, Halle Berry, and Tiffany Haddish. A documentary film that follows director Rotimi Rainwater, a former homeless youth, as he travels the country to shine a light on the epidemic of

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I've just noticed that if you look at the television at the start you can see Alice Cooper's Poison playing. In no literature in the world has the immigrant novel been more varied, more original, more persistent than in ours--and this for the most obvious of reasons. In no literature in the world has the immigrant novel been more varied, more original, more persistent than in ours?and this for the most obvious of reasons. The word “America” has been experienced, for at least 150 years, by millions all over the world, as a euphemism for the fabled land, where, washing up half drowned on a richly receptive shore, one is assured salvation of an undreamt-of order. So they have been driven to come?wave upon wave upon wave of Jews, Italians, Irish, Latinos, Asians, Africans?and, sooner or later, large numbers of them produce the written document detailing the disparity between the fantasy and the actuality: the one that is so powerful it seems to the writer that now just to utter the word America in quotes is to achieve metaphor. Only rarely do these novels have a life beyond the one given them on publication day. Even when well written, they are, all too often, claustrophobically enclosed by a tale of survival beyond which America itself remains an abstraction, hardly ever quickening into the life with which a real?rather than a testifying?protagonist would have to engage. A perfect example is Abraham Cahan’s 1917 The Rise of David Levinsky, an early rags-to-riches story with a strong psychological bent that fails to deepen precisely because Cahan’s character is sealed into a ghetto environment that remains static. Levinsky’s New York is crowded with Lower East Side Jews who hand him on, one to another, until at last he prospers, but the city itself never emerges as a place of vast and varied doings beyond the streets of the ghetto, where the characters soon become indistinguishable. The sole development in the novel, finally, is Levinsky’s awareness of the absence of development. Yet the genre is a resilient one. To read an immigrant novel of, say, 1910, conceived in social realism and sentiment, followed by one written fifty years later, in the wake of Modernism and the Holocaust, is to see how stubbornly it has kept itself alive?and every now and then sheltered a piece of work that bursts the bounds of its own conventions, thereby announcing the presence in our midst of a genuine writer. Lore Segal was born in Vienna in 1928, the daughter of educated, fairly well-to-do Jews. Nine months after Hitler took Austria, she was sent, just 10 years old, to England, as part of the rescue mission that came to be known as the Kindertransport. The clever little girl wrote an affecting letter to the British refugee committee and within a year her parents, sponsored by well-to-do Brits, were admitted to England as a cook and a butler. For the next seven years the parents worked as a domestic couple in one upper-class house or another, while Lore lived separately, also in one English household after another. When Lore’s father died at the end of the war, she and her mother made their way to the Dominican Republic, where an uncle was waiting to be admitted to the United States. In 1951 visas came through for the whole family, and Lore’s life as a refugee was transformed into that of an immigrant. Her story took twenty years to tell, and came in two volumes?the first published in 1964 as a fictionalized memoir, Other People’s Houses, the second in 1985 as a novel, Her First American. Together, these books?both reissued this fall by the New Press?reflect, with peculiar power, both the change in European literary sensibility brought about by the Second World War and the one jolted into life by the very American 1960s. Other People’s Houses begins in Vienna in the fall of 1937, rapidly sketching in the speed with which the Nazi takeover is accomplished, and the Jews from one day to the next are either running for or losing their lives. In all this mayhem, a little girl of novelistic intelligence and enterprising temperament is caught up, observing herself at the same time that she is being pushed?both frantically and as in a dream?into fear and excitement. When the arrangement is made to secure Lore a place on the first experimental children’s transport to England, even as she is feeling “as if my inside had been suddenly scooped away, ” she thinks, “Wow! I’m off to England! ” This complicated inner circumstance?a sinking heart coupled with unquenchable curiosity?develops in the young Lore what she later called “a survival trick with a price tag. ” In England, in 1938, the “trick” enabled her to endure brilliantly the double isolation of being separated from her parents and repeatedly having to absorb the sometimes even greater pain of her refugee status. Early on, she wets her pants and overhears her first foster mother?the self-satisfied Mrs. Levine of Liverpool?say to her daughter, “I told you they don’t bring up children over there the way we do here in England. ” The little girl understands with a shock that she is being perceived as “other. ” Watchfulness of a high order becomes second nature to Lore. Called out of class in March of 1939 by the formidable Mrs. Levine to be told that her parents have arrived in England, she listens with the now habituated gravity that Mrs. Levine finds so irritating. “Well! So! Aren’t you excited, you funny child? ” Yes, Lore tells her, she is excited. “But, ” she tells the reader, I was busy noticing the way my chest was emptying, my head clearing, and my shoulders being freed of some huge weight that must, since I now felt it being rolled away, have been there all this time without my knowing it. Just as when the passing of nausea or the unknotting of a cramp leaves the body with a new awareness of itself, I stood sensuously at ease, breathing in and out. This is the true end of childhood: heedless spontaneity giving way to the self-protection of neutral observation. Standing in a schoolyard among other refugee children, she is told that the parents of a little girl she knows, also in the schoolyard, are dead and that she is now an orphan. Lore stares openly in the child’s direction: The word “orphan” interests her. “I kept looking curiously at Helene who was an orphan. She stood by herself in the middle of the schoolyard looking before her. She still wore her little thick coat and her rabbit’s-wool hat tied under the chin. One would never have guessed from looking at her that her parents were dead. ” It’s the tone of the narrating voice in Other People’s Houses that lends the book its distinction. In other circumstances Segal’s predilection for observation without commentary in the face of human extremity might sound slightly mad. But these are not other circumstances. These are circumstances that require precisely her degree of remove. An ironic intelligence coupled with a gift for detachment is speaking out of a time and place that strongly encourage what might best be called engaged wariness: precisely the psychological balancing act out of which postwar minimalism was born. How many European novels of the 1950s have we read in which the reader finds oneself cast adrift on a tide of surreal-sounding prose because while the characters seem ordinary enough, the remove is disorienting: Where are we? Who is speaking? What are we to make of what is being said? Something stunned, dreamlike, permanently anesthetized in the narration. And then we realize: It’s the war that is haunting these pages. The war is the drain, the gap, the terrible lassitude at the heart of the writing. It is a remarkable memoir indeed that, written in New York City in the late 1950s, can so strongly resemble not the structure but the feel of postwar European fiction. While Other People’s Houses is filled with vivid portraits and some marvelous closeups?England certainly escapes abstraction?what dominates the book is this tone: the tone of one whom history has stunned, and made go cold all over. When Lore is trapped in the Dominican Republic for three years, the full meaning of her permanent statelessness begins to dawn on her. Who is she? Where does she belong? What does the future hold? In a paroxysm of youthful defiance (she’s now 21) she begins to long for England?that’s who she’ll be: English! ?carrying around in her head some emblematic memory of geese on a lawn under English trees. But when a woman who works at the British consulate actually provides her with a visa, she freezes: I was horrified: Behind the memory of white geese under the great plane trees on the jewel-green lawn appeared, like a double exposure, my bespectacled self, in mackintosh and oxfords, on a cold drizzling English June day, coming across the bridge into Baker Street in such an agony of loneliness that I can recall it in my memory like an event; I remember I stood a moment to diagnose the cause and felt my feet wet and knew I hadn’t a six-pence left for my gas meter. America, the natural recipient of stateless desolation, it will have to be. It is here and now that the wonderfully chilled Lore of Other People’s Houses begins the thaw that, twenty-one years later, will release the unmatched vibrancy of Her First American. Twenty-two-year-old Ilka Weissnix, a refugee from Hitler’s Europe living in New York’s “Washingstein Heights, ” takes a trip west, gets off the train in Cowtown, Nevada (“I have believed I am being in Utah, isn’t it? ”) and meets Carter Bayoux (on his way East) in a bar beside the railroad. He is big, he is middle-aged, he is hard-drinking, he is black. Ilka tells Carter that she is looking for the real America. New York is not the real America; there she only meets other refugees. You, she announces triumphantly, are “my first real American. ” Carter looks at her and replies drily, “Of the second class. ” What means second class, please? Ilka wants to know. The res
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You are likely to ask yourself how many times you have passed by a homeless child and did not quite see them. The statistics are scary: According to a recent study, nearly 4. 2 million kids live out on the streets due to heartbreaking reasons which Rainwater examines in his caring film, chronicling his six-year journey across 15 cities to grasp the breadth of the epidemic. One thing will be certain after tagging along that trip with him: Your eyesight will never skip over the homeless youth again. That is mostly thanks to Rainwater’s approachable prose ? not a feat of filmmaking perhaps, but an absorbing act of compassion nevertheless. As a person who once was homeless himself (an experience that informed his 2013 narrative feature “Sugar”), Rainwater moves through “ Lost in America ” with hard-earned assurance, having an insider’s view into the suffering millions of kids encounter every day, with scores of them dying on a daily basis. (At the end of the film, the writer-director tells us for context that over the time it takes to watch his movie, one homeless youth passes away. ) He also receives generous amounts of help from the power of celebrity, as Tiffany Haddish, Jon Bon Jovi, Halle Berry, Sanaa Lathan, Miley Cyrus, Jewel and Rosario Dawson (the last two also being executive producers) appear throughout the film with insights and suggestions. While their words don’t add up to anything groundbreaking, their towering presence might just be what sells the film to the general public, both in theaters and on streaming platforms. More from Variety Tiffany Haddish, Willem Dafoe and Tye Sheridan Join Oscar Isaac in 'The Card Counter' SXSW Film Festival to Include Movies From Issa Rae, Pete Davidson and Tiffany Haddish Salma Hayek on Women in Hollywood: 'We're On the Right Path, and We're Not Going to Stop' Elsewhere, Rainwater demonstrates that he must have watched a few Michael Moore documentaries, walking away from them with effective ideas to send off waves of shock and distress among the audience. He applies them generously to his output ? like Moore, Rainwater often narrates and over-explains his scenes, plugs himself into almost all the interviews and dramatizes the story’s transitions by emphasizing them through voiceover. He also stops random people on the street and puts them on the spot with their misinformation. (In one of those instances, he exposes an enormous public misconception around why young people live on the streets: many falsely seem to think it’s by choice or to do drugs. ) This overt hand-holding oversimplifies the material to a degree, but keeps us engaged. Still, some of the writer-director’s less-than-elegant artistic choices matter very little when the homeless kids themselves take over with their own stories, each marked with unspeakable trauma. Rainwater sees patterns in their history and smartly organizes his film around various groups of homeless teens: those failed by the dysfunctional foster care system (Haddish herself identifies as “a foster care survivor”), others preyed on by sex traffickers or rejected by families due to their sexual orientation, and so on. (More than 40% of all homeless kids are LGBTQ youth, figures inform. ) We meet the likes of Calub, a transgender boy unwelcome by his parents; Crystal, who shares her harrowing account of being chained and sold for sex; Makayla and Conner, a couple who experience a traumatic miscarriage and cruel treatment by the healthcare staff while out in the streets; and others that somberly recall heartbreaking accounts of rejection, abuse and even rape. While listening to the kids, Rainwater makes sure we see the humanity and future potential in each and every one, treating his subjects with the respect they deserve. For larger context, we also get a mini lesson on the history of homelessness in America, a phenomenon a lot more recent than most people might think. Armed with factual numbers and talking-head experts, Rainwater ties its upsurge back to the ’80s, when Gordon Gekko-esque greed became the society’s main value stream under the Reagan presidency. He then examines the contemporary government’s elongated inaction, while a few senators such as Vermont’s Patrick Leahy and North Dakota’s Heidi Heitkamp fight the good fight to curb the countrywide crisis. “Lost in America” offers us a chance to be a part of these efforts, too. No contribution is too small, Rainwater and his subjects remind us. Not even a minor act of kindness like giving a warm, welcoming smile to a kid who could use the dignifying acknowledgement.
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