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Originally Posted by sunrise
Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
It was Richard Dreyfus who built the flat top mountain out of clay and mud in the yard of his home. He went kind of crazy with it and all his neighbors in suburbia gathered at a safe distance, looking on, whispering to their companions about this man and his strange behavior. Great scene!
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Thanks, sunrise! I just couldn't think of the title. That scene is etched on my mind, the intensity and the compulsion of it.
Another one is the play, Equis,sp.? about a boy and his horse. Sorry if I'm getting off subject, but it's the power of the T-attachment that strikes me as so unique.