Meetings at the Border

John Sayles's Lone Star is a soap opera of substance.

           Lone Star's one-two punch of an ending (which is a bit slow in coming) arrives at a place that's just this side of optimistic. Its conclusions are that a mad dash from one's history is nothing more than willful ignorance; and that to liberate one's self from history is to dip down into it and confront it. And then there are the times when, once the past has been stared down, leaving well enough alone is the best next thing to do.

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