I just finished watching

Zorba the Greek on PBS's The Big Show. I'm feeling rather existentialistic at the moment.

They execute the chick for forcing that young boy to drown himself.

Kind of like your boss "forces" you to do anything.

If you think you're being forced to do something and there's not actually a gun to your head, you need to read How I Found Freedom in an Unfree World: A Handbook for Personal Liberty, by former Libertarian Party Presidential candidate Harry Brown. (The book came first.)

"Zorba the Greek" is not much of an endorsement of multi-culturalism. You don't come away with a feeling of acceptance of the Cretans and you're kind of annoyed that the Brit seems to. Zorba's okay. His zest for life is certainly admirable, but the Englishman - I forget his name - is just allowing himself to be blown by the wind. It would have gone better for him if he hadn't put his life in Zorba's hands.

But who knows these things ahead of time?

The movie's worth watching just to see Zorba's elan.

Learn to dance.