Humph once again! I am not a cultural dolt. I've had my dose of Eisenstein, and recognized his genius. I have not necessarily been entertained, but neither have I been put to sleep. As I would have been by a NEW film about a hockey match between Estonian Nazis and the Red Army.
Etonians never got haggis, for God's sake. You'd have to go somewhere in Scotland for that. Etonians got pretty shitty food, though, at least in the past. The Brits strongly believed that Spartan conditions built character. Spartan conditions and juvenile buggery, that is.
Don't ever call it Serbo-Croatian?
The Serbs may not like it, but when I was traveling to Italy in slow motion on a Yugoslav freighter, it WAS called Serbo-Croatian. I even learned a little.
If that's the policy of the Serbs today, well, how unpleasantly hegemonist.