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Cases can be made for 1776 and 1861, but contrasting elements of American society have rarely been in more perfect opposition than in the summer of 1969, the setting of Tony Goldwyn’s 1998 film A Walk on the Moon. As the straights applaud the fulfillment of their aspirational values by watching their country claim the moon, the hippies stage Woodstock, their greatest-ever celebration of dropping out. Pearl Kantrowitz (a pre-Tuscan Diane Lane) is clearly, if tangentially, of Neil Armstrong’s world. She’s a Jewish housewife whose husband does his bit for the technocracy by repairing TVs. Stuck in the Catskills for the summer with her two kids and mother-in-law, Pearl slips easily into an affair with a handsome blouse salesman (a pre-Rings Viggo Mortensen). One other funny thing about 1969: The selections from Hendrix, Big Brother, and Jefferson Airplane are both utterly predictable and exactly right. The film screens at 1 p.m. at the Washington Jewish Community Center’s Aaron and Cecile Goldman Theater, 1529 16th St. NW. $6. (202) 777-3248. (Mark Jenkins)