We finally got around to watching “Good Night and Good Luck.” Tobey hadn’t been in any hurry to see it because he figured he would find it quite boring. Which is not to say that he doesn’t find US poltics interesting. He does. But only marginally so because I am. He figured he could go the rest of his life without ever delving into 1950s Cold War politics (which never quite reached Sweden) and McCarthyism and not miss a thing.

He can just look back over the last five years of US politics for the re-run and be completely up to speed.

He also figured he wouldn’t catch many of the cultural references. And on that point, he was right. We typically watch movies with the subtitles on: leaving English language films with English subtitles and vice versa if Swedish. I don’t enjoy watching Swedish films with English subtitles because the translations are often wrong and I use them to simply confirm what I heard, not to explain.

With “Good Night and Good Luck,” however, we eventually turned on the Swedish subtitles. It broke the flow to stop the film every few minutes to explain.

But something very interesting indeed came up during the film. After a few references to pinko Tobey finally asked, “What’s a pinko?” I stopped the film…and suddenly found myself at a loss for words. Did he really not know what a pinko was? Even more fascinating was his real sense of confusion. “What’s so bad about being a Communist?”

I gasped.

And that’s when it hit me. I live with a man who’s never been brainwashed.

He’s never thought of a government which is perhaps less (or perhaps more) efficient as satanically composed. He’s never thought of an economic system, while different than his own, as evil. He’s never thought of people who believe that government’s role is one of equalization as morally inept. And he’s never thought that taxes, while an imposition (and sometimes misappropriated) but which were voted for by the people, as anything but a necessity to provide government with the means to take care of its citizens and its infrastructure.

Sometimes the difference in how we were taught to view the world just shocks me to the very core.