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My father has always revered Joe Louis. Asurprising hero, perhaps, for a man born and raised in far-awayHungary. Not the hero one might expect of a Jewish cantor, whose workall his life has been singing liturgy in synagogues. Yet, among themost vivid memories I have from my childhood in Hungary and Israel,through my teen-age years in the United States, are the stories myfather told of Joe Louis.
Romantic relationships are confusing. So we search for guidance in many places, including the cinema. We look to movies because they\’re a contemporary cultural experience shared with our closest companions. And we\’re too lazy to read.