As a leper searching for something unknown, a film explores the thoughts and feelings of a man who develops an infection which recurs and then becomes fatal. Just as the William Faulkner novel, As I Lay Dying, the family of one woman continues life around her as if she will live forever. No one seems to take notice that life while a possible eternal must make a passage through some kind of a different realm, a lot of people know nothing about before that. And just as the woman of the man tells him while he insists he just wants to die in peace, says, "You're not dying." He argues, "Oh, yes I am." Only days before, the brave African safari explorers filmed hundreds of hippos swimming through a mud Kilmanjaro river. A 1952 classic film, writer Harry Street (Gregory Peck) who only wants to spend his whole life writing and creating reflects back on his life. Life & poetry encompassed his first love, and for Harry that meant writing about what he knew and had lived. "I'm giving up a piece of my life," said Harry, according to him the main character of the film. Not to be confused with the most recent several years ago French version of the introspective, the tale first composed by Ernest Hemingway as a short story found good publication in 1936 in Esquire. "Something worth spilling his guts about, and hell and highwater," propelled Harry to narrate his own story the same way he noted life by pen on any available found paper.
"With a laugh like hers, I would just have to get into a lousy fight." Harry runs from a woman he pegs as the great danger of a femme' fatale and a hat dunk of a just a few moments later, finds himself the sole fan of a lonely trumpet. The film quickly gone to the fun and suave of gay Paris, where Harry a beloved friend by the whole entire pub there laughs and cries and hugs everyone betwixt queries about his latest book. The Chicago Tribune passionate and a woman alone propel Harry to cliche' a speak. "Every bodie's trying' to write something, aren't they?" Harry makes small talk with the woman he now wants to make a you and I with. He tries to call her contemplative. But she is too wise for that. She, the girl whose father a soldier, tells him she is not contemplating anything. Later as passion turns to a near fatal crime, Helen (Susan Hayward) loses her child. A miscarriage due to his foul play with spoken words, sometimes the cruelty of apathy and a surprisingly clash imitative of a new age trend to live your life with no emotion may leave even a non-cult member lifeless and disturbed ~ After the loss of her child, her relationship with Harry became at some times vague and at others most tense. But she finally heard him say that she had taught him one thing, the true meaning of success.
And so, at times, the flash forward of the present day Harry alay on a dying bed somewhere in Masai 'Ngje Ngi,' known by Africans as the House of God of all things, he blames his girl for his not writing as much or as many novels as he had planned. "I'm a jag on you, and I hate everything." The love life of a person who creates at times more obstruction or destruction, people who make things with words or pictures often rightly see those off-beaten paths of life as an unwelcome diversion from the creation of something more palatable or beautiful. A book of great value which the hands may behold through the movement of the thought of human eye, and that other more crucial path going from heart to thought, changes the world itself. As a gifted writer, Harry knew this. But Harry also knew that very dynamic of God which he did learn. That God only gives his gifts to those who love responsibly, and ego the disease that forces love away. A more traditional male-style writer, Harry seemed to fail to understand that Helen required love and understanding as opposed to coldness. The interesting comparison of the way some human beings view matters of equality and coupling as opposed to the old-fashioned way of woman as silent, and then and therefore often cracked-china doll, as transposed of the prophetic African man who appeared at the darkest hour of the greatest sweat of Harry, made it possible to understand that perhaps Harry found out the secret before his death bed experience. He did manage to give the prophet one last battle for the fight. "If I close my eyes, you'll go away."
Even Harry experienced the dark night of the soul which so much more darker than his confrontation of a wild beast charging at him relentless. And through this Harry found out that, life is simple, and yet a decision so complicated. A man like Harry may live to be nearly a hundred or greater, but learn as George Burns did, that it does all matter. To just pretend something away, that does not work. To turn things up-side-down in order to avoid the first act of the play, that does not work even during a modern Picasso, as even an artist studies and gives lip service to the most basic of an apology. And to feel great sorrow and to mean it. To experience the sadness for some years before the event of a more sudden and final self-destruction, even the writer Harry learned by watching the attitude of lions and other creatures of the wild during the dark hours of African time, about the dynamics of love and of hate. A wild and racy film, the life and loves of Harry illustrate how one loveless man finally came to the end of himself.