Remembering Shawshank

I say, it is the mother of all movies. Simply put, it is an extraordinary tale on friendship and hope. Had been using that line for more than 7 years to promote Shawshank to the uninitiated. So far, everyone seems to be enjoying it, from scholars to average Joes like me. Somewhere this time last year, I watched it again (probably for the 8th time); the thought of it suddenly, reminded me to highlight Shawshank's greatness in this blog.


Andy and Red

Red: And that's how it came to pass, that on the second-to-last day of the job, the convict crew that tarred the plate factory roof in the spring of '49 wound up sitting in a row at ten o'clock in the morning, drinking icy cold Bohemia style beer, courtesy of the hardest screw that ever walked a turn at Shawshank State Prison...The colossal prick even managed to sound magnanimous. We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the Lords of all Creation. As for Andy, he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer...You could argue he'd done it to curry favor with the guards, or maybe make a few friends among us cons. Me, I think he did it just to feel normal again, if only for a short while. (Movie Monologues)