Invictus: The Movie

It is my wish that if a movie is ever done on my life I want the screenplay done by whoever did it for the movie: Invictus. The wife and I went to see it yesterday for two reasons: first, our beautiful neighbor had her last chemo procedure and since we, her husband included, go to the cinema on Friday it was a celebration of sorts. Secondly, I didn't want to see a vampire movie.
If you're not familiar with the film it's about Nelson Mandela just after he was elected the head of South Africa in the 90's and how he wanted to unite blacks and whites in that country. It was his contention that it would be done through sports. He felt if the SA rugby team won the 1995 World Cup it would be a first step in bringing about this transformation. I'll cut to the chase. They win! Was there ever a doubt. Why make movie about a bunch of losers?
Now to the screenplay part. After watching this tribute to a human god and had I not known better, I would have thought Mandela was perfection personified. Each utterance from his mouth was like a proverb from Confucius. I'm making book he never had to go to the bathroom. He was that special. The sad thing is our movie friends didn't actually know much about Mandela. The wife works in a dental office and her husband is a lawyer, not exactly homeless and uneducated. I figure if they are unaware of the real Nelson Mandela you could understand how the rest of the population perceives him.
Here's a very brief bio on the man: he sucked up to the US, Japan and any other democracy that had a thriving economy and money to give him. I mean, how can you turn down some guy who spent 27 years in prison for trying to break up apartheid and leading protests against the White controlled government? When not giving it his all to be involved in our economic system you'd usually find him with his best pals; Saddam Hussein, Muammar Khadafy and, last but not least, that man he liked and admired most; Fidel Castro. Nelson Mandela was a walking, talking hammer and sickle. Mandela had three wives and the last, Windela, was a beaut. Mr. Mandela had to dump her when she started taking retribution on their enemies by giving them "tire necklaces". They're not pleasant but only for awhile. Take a tire and put it over some guy's head. That doesn't sound so bad. Oh, I forgot to mention, put gasoline inside the tire well and throw in a match. Fun, huh!
Up until now I've purposely neglected to mention the star of the movie, Matt Damon. I read an article yesterday that this Hollywood icon selected Mandela as the greatest person of the last fifty years. Hmmmm! Danny DeVito did the same thing when he made a film about Jimmy Hoffa. Say Hollywood and you say stupid.
The producers of Invictus neglected to mention that South Africa from 1995 to present is a corrupt, crime-ridden, poverty stricten country with crime and murder rates through the roof. The film wasn't all that exciting but it was the first time I've actually seen the game of rugby played. Man, those guys are nuts!