Elaine...Elaine, Lame

Ever since I saw "The Graduate" when it first came out in 1967 (I saw it in '68), it was always a mystery to me as to what any appeal the Dustin Hoffman character, Benjamin, held for the mother and daughter duo who found him attractive. He represented the ultimate pampered weenie from the Baby-Boomers, the Weenie Generation, my generation.

The Boomers have spawned a bunch of anti-males who register to vote as democrats, want gun control, claim metro-sexuality (why not just bi--- hell, just gay, and not all of a sudden) and have engendered a new batch of effeminate "males" that are now archetypal as found in films such as the "Twilight" series.

I was absolutely amazed when my thoughts about it were broached in the film "Barcelona," although with irony, coming from the imperfect, wounded and now physically as well as mentally myopic, Fred.

While I'm at it, here's a great scene from "Bringing Up Baby," where Cary Grant is not quite himself: