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Ran (1985)
It's pretty simple
This is the greatest director of all time making a film of the greatest play of the greatest playwright of all time. And after setting such vast expectations it doesn't disappoint.
The Curse of Oak Island (2014)
For people who like this kind of thing, this is the kind of thing they will like
On the Pacific island of Vanuata there is the strange human phenomenon of a "cargo cult". After the departure of the American military (and its "cargo" of food and supplies) after the end of World War Two, the locals wanted to attract the cargo back. To do this, they built airstrips, airplanes, radios and marched in formation with the guns they made, just like the Americans once did. However, as they had no idea how these things functioned, and in any case, were making them out of wood and straw, their attempts were unsuccessful.
On another island, just off the Nova Scotia mainland, we see a similar phenomenon documented by the TV program "The Curse of Oak Island".
On Oak Island, a pair of brothers and a few sidekicks are performing an activity which, while it might resemble archaeology to someone who has never seen it, is almost exactly completely unlike archaeology. We watch them move vast quantities of dirt with expensive machinery, half-heartedly prod about in the spoils, pull out any artifact larger than a breadbox, and then conjecture on how this "find" may be moving them closer to their "goal".
It is striking that the two brothers, while they have devoted years and millions of dollars to their "search", are too lazy to develop any actual expertise in geology or archaeology which might aid them in their quest. They cannot tell sandstone from granite. They are fooled by a "roman" sword which looks like it came out of cereal box. They do not realize that bronze swords, when left in salt water for two thousand years, would corrode away to nothing! But this complete lack of knowledge does not engender any doubts in these middle aged men, as they mansplain their theories to each other as to what all this means.
If course, their "goal" is sufficiently undefined that whether any of the activities are moving them away from or closer to it cannot be ascertained. They don't know whether the Treasure of Oak Island is pirate treasure, Shakespeare's lost plays, Shakespeare's lost plays written by Francis Bacon, Marie Antoinette's jewels, or the Holy Grail (deposited, as is usual, by the Templars and/or Freemasons). Given their utter indifference to the outcome it is unsurprising that their "search for the truth" is so aimless. They dig around in spoils, poke lazily at what emerges, metal detect for buttons, look for imaginary drains on beaches. In the absence of any notion of or interest in what they are looking for, clearly it is hard for them to develop a plan to find it. So they dig and drill and drain and cut down trees, turning what once must have been a very pleasant island into an industrial wasteland.
Popper had a principle of falsification, which held that science progresses by falsifying theories rather than by proving them true. And in order for a theory to be scientific, it has to be falsifiable. That there is Treasure on Oak Island cannot be falsified, because one of the brothers will not allow it to be. Even at micro level he cannot abandon any part of the theory. He cannot abandon shaft 10X no matter how often they burrow it and find nothing but mud, because "we just have to prove there is nothing down there". There are no circumstances under which anything can be falsified; they just need to dig deeper until the theory is validated in some unspecified way.
Of course the entire Money Pit, if it ever existed, was obliterated at the latest in the 1960s when a previous searcher dug a hole 140 feet deep and 100 feet wide in the area. But there they are, excavating the spoils of the previous excavator, who excavated the spoils of his predecessor, who toiled away in the spoils his, ad infinitum. The brothers make Don Quixote look like a practical man with a focused and realistic plan, and they have no Sancho Panza to counsel them that this might be a silly idea.
I have enjoyed this program, in the same way I enjoy watching "world's dumbest people" on YouTube. But perhaps there is method in their madness. A 12 year old, given a metal detector and a weekend, could make more finds in his garden than they have in five years on Oak Island. Yet they have dragged this out to 100 episodes and high ratings and perhaps the money they are receiving exceeds the amount that they have used to vandalize Oak Island. The real mystery of Oak Island is why so many people watch this nonsense.