Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts

Sunday, November 10, 2024

Amish Paradise

In addition to Trump getting voted into office again, there were a few smaller stories that caused me to despair for humanity a bit. Many young American voters are now unable to sign their names, causing "chaos" with mail-in ballots. It's funny, in Japan, people are trying to phase out the hanko, the traditional stamp used as a personal sign on documents, in favour of written signatures. Maybe the U.S. should switch to hanko. Eventually perhaps the pantomime of digital signatures will be done away with as various algorithms assign to happily accepting users a lifetime of work and consumer habits.

The other story that made an impression on me was the unprecedented turnout of Amish voters for Trump. The Amish, a religious community in Pennsylvania dedicated to living without modern technology, as long been a quaint, bemusing presence in the U.S. But they're not so cute when the reason they're voting for Trump is that they feel the government was overreaching by investigating illnesses related to milk production at an Amish farm. Hey, I love traditions. But everyone getting sick from bad milk doesn't sound like a good one to me. Fucking idiots. And I'd bet good money Trump isn't going to do shit about this issue.

Wednesday, November 06, 2024

Another Lump of Trump

Trump's victory was inevitable. I felt that way before Harris took over the campaign from Biden. Harris was more qualified than the ailing Biden so I hoped that might turn it around but, let's face it, Harris had lost the primaries when she'd properly run for president and when she became the presidential candidate this time she had a fraction of the time to campaign most candidates get. Trump had at least two traditional edges, being a former president and a man. But he had a lot of uncommon assets, too. He'd survived a public assassination attempt. His followers generally have the sense of him being wrongly persecuted.

It's remarkable that we have a convicted felon for president. Think back to over twenty-five years ago when Democrats fought tooth and tail to argue Bill Clinton didn't deserve to be removed from office for cheating on his wife (the surface argument about him lying was just that, a surface). Expecting the public to go that way on the issue then adopt a different standard for Trump was deranged.

As in 2016, but even more clearly this time, I have the sense this is an election the Democrats lost rather than one Trump won. You're not crazy if you think Trump is obviously unqualified, but the key word for his supporters is not "unqualified" but rather "obvious". Trump's motives are always plain. Even when he doesn't follow through, people excuse him because they understand the motive behind his bluster and hyperbole. Trump is dumb, but he lives in reality. The Democrats have failed to adapt to a culture whose zero fucks for traditional values have been reduced further into the negative range by a steadily diminishing economy. So, yes, people feeling oppressed by grotesquely high rents preferred to vote for a greedy landlord. They're that put off by the obfuscations and radical politics of the Left.

Trump's interview with Joe Rogan really made it clear, contrasted with the Harris interview with Howard Stern. Hardly anyone even deigned to notice the Harris interview with Stern, or Biden's interview with Stern. In the '90s, a presidential candidate going on The Howard Stern Show would have been big news. To-day, it's all but meaningless. Things changed. The Democrats didn't.

Oh, well. Here we go again. Hopefully next time the Democrats can find themselves another Obama. Someone who seems real and qualified.

Saturday, October 26, 2024

The Rogan Bump

So Donald Trump's interview with Joe Rogan went up on YouTube yesterday, as I write, and has 22 million views, 1.3 million likes and no dislikes. The Howard Stern interview with Kamala Harris went up two weeks ago, has 1.6 million views and likes and dislikes are disabled. That last detail is crucial and key to one's popularity over the other--one at least gives the impression of honesty, of a willingness to take public opinion head on, while the other would put up a barrier.

That's the impression. Is it the truth? I find it hard to believe out of 22 million people, not one would dislike Trump. But maybe they'd think of it as a vote against Rogan. The view count could be bots. I don't really think so. Rogan is wildly popular, Stern really isn't at this point. The true test between the two candidates won't come unless Harris sits down with Rogan. I think she ought to at this point and probably won't. The biggest problem the left faces, and Joe Rogan astutely points this out in the Trump interview, is that everyone can see they're trying to manipulate the truth all the time. Rogan could be in Russia's pocket, he didn't really challenge Trump on his relationship with Putin at all. I don't think Rogan is in Putin's pocket, though.

The Rogan/Trump interview is simply easier to listen to. Rogan always comes off as friendly and reasonable and he has a way of bringing up contrary points without seeming resentful or combative. He did confront Trump on his persistent denial of election results and I don't think Trump realised how foolish he came off because of how diplomatically Rogan constructed the segment.

Trump is relaxed and interesting in the interview but to the unbiased listener I don't think he came off well, at least not as a presidential candidate. He rambles frequently--which Rogan charitably calls "weaving", and Trump, with his fragile ego, eagerly accepts the term. And Trump shows himself frequently unable to recall the names of people important to the stories he tells or points he's trying to make. Sometimes he meanders so much he becomes nonsensical and his continually stressing the importance of being friendly with Putin or Kim Jong Un doesn't come off as tactful but every bit as guileless as Harris accuses him of being.

If Harris loses this race, I think it'll be entirely on the lack of transparency. We really do need a candidate outside of the machine Rogan talks about but Trump is simply not suited to be president. He's too simple-minded. But I sure hope Harris accepts Rogan's invitation to do his show.

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

The Anxious Balance

I honestly thought Kamala Harris was going to just wipe the floor with Donald Trump but yesterday's debate was pretty even, as far as I could tell. He was as bad as I expected. He even said two exceptionally stupid things--I mean, stupid even for him. The first was his claim about immigrants eating dogs and cats. When the moderator said that the mayor of the town in question reported no such incidents, Trump's exceptionally lame retort was to say that he heard someone talk about it on TV.

Harris' strongest point was when she went after Trump's naivete when dealing with foreign leaders who could manipulate him with flattery. Even people in Trump's camp may have been clear-eyed enough to squirm a bit. But they're not clear-eyed enough that Harris shouldn't have categorically denied Trump's claim that she supported executing babies (that was the other exceptionally stupid thing he said). I think Trump sometimes says things so outrageously stupid and ugly that his opponent thinks they don't deserve a response, but Harris and others have to consider that they're trying to sway people who think voting for Trump is a reasonable option. So she should absolutely deign to mention, "I will not support the execution of babies." Might as well cover her bases and say she won't support the genocide of Americans or forcing people to eat snakes. Try to ride ahead of the crazy wave.

Harris was also hampered by having to maintain the Left's picture of the January 6th mob as an "insurrection", though thankfully she avoided using that word. Trump recovered from a blunder some weeks ago when he failed to recall the death of Ashli Babbitt, the only true fatal casualty of January 6th, and she was one of his supporters, an unarmed woman, no less.

Despite the strong handshake at the beginning, Harris' biggest flaw may be that she sounded much weaker than Trump, particularly when she took to using a plaintive tone in the second half of the debate when she seemed to be begging viewers to embrace hope and optimism. She came off as pathetic and, sadly, I think that would be enough to sway some voters Trump's way. A lot of people genuinely feel it's better to be stupid than weak.

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Sunday, July 21, 2024

The Present President is Not the Future President

One good thing about Kamala Harris taking over the Democratic nomination is that she'll be able to beat Trump at a debate. Yes, odds are stacked well against her actually becoming president but the former prosecutor should have an easy time showing she has a better command of facts and logic than Trump. Sadly, with her reputation of political partisanship and lack of natural charisma, it's probably going to be like Hillary Clinton all over again. On the other hand, the 2016 race was very close and Clinton did win the popular vote.

I do think there's a chance Harris could win if focus could be placed on her greater competence. Biden's perceived incompetence and Trump's actual incompetence means we're coming out of eight years without a president everyone could agree on was basically qualified for the job. It's possible this issue could have better legs than woke-fatigue and the habitual, naked manipulations of the Left. Trump lies all the time but that tends to seem innocent next to the mass manipulations of media the Left perpetrates. Harris would do well if she can distance herself from that.

It is late in the game but three months is a long time in politics. A lot could still happen.

Sunday, July 14, 2024

He Lived to Tell Another Tale

He might have zero military experience, he could've dodged every draft for every war in American history. Thanks to his quick media savvy, Donald Trump has cemented his image as warrior martyr president.

Trump really has had some incredible luck with his campaign, though mostly it's had to do with misguided strategy on the Left. The insistence on going with the safe choice of sitting president Joe Biden as candidate has backfired. Continued, elaborate P.R. wars against Trump have only served to make the Left look dishonest. It's all played so perfectly to creating a beleaguered martyr narrative for Trump, I'd be tempted to call it a conspiracy, though part of the Left's aggressive P.R. war has been to repeatedly label conspiracy theorists as unhinged nutcases. Every time I see one of those memes I get a sick feeling that I'm seeing evidence of a conspiracy.

Of course, Hillary Clinton coined the term "vast right week conspiracy". Is it really so crazy to think people occasionally get together and plan the things they do? I mean, I'm all for spontaneity, but come on.

But the narrative that's accumulated around Trump almost seems better than human beings could plan and execute. For all the rhetoric about the violent Right, it's the Right who keep getting shot. There was Ashli Babbett, the unarmed woman shot and killed in the January 6th riot (yeah, I know she had a pocket knife). Now Trump himself has been injured and one of his supporters killed.

Last week, there was another story about a shooting in the U.S.--all charges were dropped against Alec Baldwin for his part in firing the gun that killed a cinematographer and injured a director during rehearsal for a movie in 2021. The case was dismissed because the prosecution had withheld evidence. The prosecutor at fault, Kate Morrissey, was asked on the stand if she had referred to Baldwin as an "arrogant prick" and a "cocksucker". She denied this, saying that she appreciated his politics and his work on Saturday Night Live. I imagine she was referring to Baldwin's famous run on the sketch comedy show playing Donald Trump. Well, at least she didn't shoot him.

President Biden said the attempted assassination of Trump was not representative of who were are as a people. I'm not sure about that. Of course, I live in a country, Japan, where a former Prime Minister, Shinzo Abe, was successfully assassinated two years ago at a train station just forty-five minutes north of me by train. I would say that when open, intelligent, critical debate has been broadly devalued and discouraged, it might have something to do with the fact that violence and manipulation are seen as increasingly valid alternatives.

Sunday, June 30, 2024

Not Settled with Words

Well, that's a clever construction of lyrics from the debate. I don't know if it is deja vu, though. I watched Jon Stewart's reaction to the debate before watching the unedited debate and it says a lot that Stewart's coverage, normally skewed left, makes it look like Biden lost the debate. "This cannot be reality!" Stewart concluded.

It does seem incredible the Democrats couldn't do better than to prop up poor old Biden, whose speech frequently disintegrated to unintelligible word salad. It's all the more striking for those of us who remember the vibrant Biden of ten or so years ago.

So I guess Trump's going to be president again. And, again, it seems like a race that the Democrats lost more than one that Trump won. Biden's evident weak faculties are only part of it. People are sick of the left lying or shading the truth, at least when it comes to things people are paying attention to, like whether or not January 6th was truly an insurrection or whether Trump truly deserves to be a felon for paying off a porn star he had sex with. These stick in people's minds a lot better than climate change or even abortion rights.

What the Democrats need is someone who comes off as both competent and down to Earth. Obama fit the bill. How could he possibly be the only one?

Thursday, February 29, 2024

Dreams of State

Last night I dreamt I was at a mall in San Diego with some Ghostbusters. No famous ones, though it seemed like we were waiting for Dan Aykroyd to show up. We were sitting at a table talking about the election. We all agreed Trump seemed the likely winner, though none of us said we'd vote for him.

I don't pay close attention to politics these days and, since I live in Japan, I don't have a ground level idea of how the day to day has changed in the U.S. under Biden. I have an impression of Biden's presidency as being sort of shapeless and colourless. Trump had personality, so did Obama, Bush, Clinton, and really everyone before. All anyone seems to say about Biden is that he's old. Maybe that's the reason he seems like a Walmart greeter while everyone else around him is managing things.

I remember when people were criticised for voting for George W. Bush because he seemed like someone you could have a beer with. Then there are the people who say they'd vote for Trump because some of Trump's mistakes and misdeeds seem like the kind of thing the average person might do. The counterargument in both cases being that you should want a president who's above average. People have always liked relatable heroes though perhaps there's a greater lack of humility now. That's why no-one seems to be able to make a good Superman movie anymore.

Also, there must be a lot of fear as the world becomes more complicated and its incomprehensibility and brutality becomes more apparent. Falstaff's little world at the inn looks a lot cosier than Henry IV's complicated map of players.

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

Where Goes Your Head?

Is the goal of any political faction ultimately to make its opponents' heads explode? 1981's Scanners makes a convincing argument that this might just be the case. It's one of the most famous, and financially successful, early works of David Cronenberg, a director I've long admired. Yet Scanners is among his films I've watched only infrequently. I don't think I'd seen it in more than fifteen years before I watched it last night.

Mainly I think it's because, any time the mood might strike me to watch Scanners, I inevitably think, "Yeah, but I could watch Videodrome instead." Videodrome takes the underlying ideas of Scanners so much further. It has the commentary on the subliminal influences integral to political movements and ties it effectively to visual media. It removes distance between the viewer and the protagonist by making us party to his hallucinations, and we join him in being unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy--as well as being unable to distinguish between fantasies meant to titillate him and those meant to manipulate him.

Sex is present in Scanners but on a much, much more subdued level. Early in the film, we only see male Scanners, people with the ability to psychically join their nervous systems with another human. And the film's hero, Vale (Stephen Lack), is first seen wielding these powers as a weapon against an unsuspecting woman, albeit involuntarily.

He can hear her making disparaging comments about him, prompting him to reflexively "think about her". It's an elegant and sinister illustration of how a meme can work, even without any intentions from its creator and/or deployer. But where intention ends and accident begins isn't exactly clear, is it?

Cronenberg has said that he doesn't believe in spirits or the soul, he believes that the body is entirely physical. This makes sense of the fact that Vale is able to hack into a computer with his mind. But it's not quite the effective fusion of technology and biology we'll see later in his films.

While it may be no Videodrome, at least I haven't watched it ten billion times, so I was able to have something slightly closer to a fresh experience watching it last night. Ah, to be young and new to the filmmography of David Cronenberg again.

Scanners is available on The Criterion Channel.

Wednesday, September 21, 2022

The Candor of Andor

I'd just about given up on getting a Star Wars show like Andor from Disney. What a lovely surprise. The younger viewers may have been bored to tears but I was delighted by writer Tony Gilroy's thoughtful world-building and characters who weren't screaming their motives every two seconds.

Gilroy and other people working on the show have said Andor was quite intentionally political. But unlike Rings of Power and other badly written shows of recent years, Andor is not, so far, a crude ideological allegory. You could watch Andor as a liberal or conservative, as a Twitter Socialist or one of the people who stormed the White House in January. The show takes no sides with our Earthly politics. It uses the inherent advantage of Fantasy and Science Fiction by placing issues in an isolated environment where you can contemplate them directly. It's not unlike what George Lucas claimed to have done with the prequels. I remember when Revenge of the Sith came out and people said there were obvious references to the Bush administration. But while Lucas was obviously no fan of Bush and even contributed to that impression of Episode III with appearances on The Colbert Report, I think he was telling the truth that the politics of the prequels were based more generally on reading the histories of collapsing governments.

Andor is the first live action Star Wars output to really give a sense of the working class. I think Solo made some attempt at this, being set on Corellia and giving Han Solo a father who'd lost his manufacturing job. The town we're introduced to in Andor takes time mustering a group of characters whose lives are wrapped up in metalworks, whose standard of living grows narrower to make room for a pervasive, corrupt and paranoid bureaucracy.

I love how Gilroy and actor Kyle Soller managed to make Inspector Karn into someone we sympathise with while at the same time making him slightly scary and a threat to the protagonists. In doing so, this show really gives an impression of how the Empire achieved life not by Clone Troopers massacring people but by an evolving professional culture.

Meanwhile, we have Cassian's lovely relationship with his surrogate mother, played by Fiona Shaw, and maybe the sweetest, most hard luck droid we've ever seen on Star Wars.

He was giving me some Wall-E vibes.

I'm so happy this show exists. Gilroy has described the series as a novel and that's just what it feels like. In a very good way.

Andor is available on Disney+.

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Sunday, August 21, 2022

A Ballerina No More

Breaking out of the traditional mould of romantic relationships may be liberating and healthy but there's some weight in the opposing argument, too. Arguments about the drawbacks are artfully illustrated in Ingmar Bergman's 1949 film Thirst (Törst). Obviously more conservative than his later films, which are really too complex to be tethered to any political ideology, it's of course still way too daring for American audiences of the time. Even at this stage, though, Bergman was too interested in real human behaviour to allow his work to become simplistic propaganda.

I was watching an episode of The Boys last night but I had to stop because sometimes that show just turns into really cynical, mean-spirited propaganda. The show isn't bad when it just focuses on characters, but gets unbearable when someone working on the show gets nervous that we might not be thinking of American conservatives as secret Nazis. When I've had too much of that kind of thing, Bergman is one of the sources I turn to as respite. I'm fortunate there's still a few Bergman movies I haven't seen. I didn't expect Thirst to have any ideological influence.

But Bergman has a much surer hand, even in 1949, so when a woman is nearly seduced by a lesbian in one scene, you'd have to really force an interpretation of the lesbian as a negative character. Valburg (Mimi Nelson) is almost sympathetic, certainly she's beautifully shot.

And one suspects Viola (Birgit Tengroth, who wrote the short story the film is based on) would have been a lot better off if she'd accepted Valborg's invitation to dance.

But the film primarily focuses on Rut (Eva Henning), to whom we're introduced in the first scene, impatiently pacing a hot hotel room while her lover, Bertil (Birger Malmsten), sleeps.

Flashbacks start to appear as though we're witnessing memories that haunt her. She used to be a ballerina before her first lover, Raoul (Bengt Eklund), forced her to get an abortion that permanently damaged her health.

In the early days of her romance with Raoul, Rut is an innocent young virgin. In the present, as Bertil's lover, she's prone to erratic mood swings, to being strangely clingy with a child who peeks in on their train car--all but forcing chocolate on the child--to suddenly screaming in the middle of the night because Bertil won't wake up to have sex with her. Maybe the idea here is that this is what happens when a young person is corrupted by loose living. But Bergman's direction and the performances from the actors make it real enough for this person that it's pleasantly easy to forget about any political motive.

Thirst is available on The Criterion Channel.

Monday, March 07, 2022

Adventure, Whether Real or Imagined

The ordinary Filipino populace survives attacks from radical Muslims thanks to American training in 1939's The Real Glory. Based on a true story of the Moro Rebellion, it's romanticised enough to make Gary Cooper, playing a doctor, the guy who has to do everything. Whether it's treating cholera outbreak or rushing off into the jungle to save the CO from a double-cross, Cooper's the only one with a enough gosh darn sense to handle anything. And that includes the CO's daughter. Cooper's innate humility is crucial to making this work. There's enough realism in the story to give everything a sense of stakes and some depth, though contemplating the differences and similarities to the real events gives one considerable food for thought.

As noted in the Wikipedia entry, Donald Trump made reference to General Pershing who commanded American troops in the Philippines in the early 20th century. Trump took a myth as truth, that Pershing ordered the use of bullets dipped in pig blood against Islamic terrorists. What is evidently true is that at least one Muslim suicide attacker was buried with a pig and, although Pershing claimed not to have been involved, he did say, "It was not pleasant to have to take such measures but the prospect of going to hell instead of heaven sometimes deterred the would-be assassins."

Which leads us to the scene of Cooper's Dr. Bill Canavan threatening a Moro with burial in a pig skin. He does so before a crowd of friendly Filipino soldiers, some of them Moros themselves, with the intent of showing them their foes oughtn't to be feared more than any other human being.

Considering the hostile Moros apparently were tyrannical slave traders, it's hard to casually dismiss any method that might prevent their attacks, particularly bloodless methods. Though the complications inherent in any engagement with indigenous cultural beliefs often go well beyond the ability of the interloper to perceive. I was reminded of this when I saw this beautiful quote from John Quincy Adams to-day in an article in The Spectator about the current situation in the Ukraine.

". . . by once enlisting under other banners than [the United States'] own, were they even the banners of foreign independence, she would involve herself beyond the power of extrication, in all the wars of interest and intrigue, of individual avarice, envy, and ambition, which assume the colors and usurp the standard of freedom."

Cooper's charm helps make this an engrossing adventure tale. I particularly liked a showdown on a rickety bridge. There are also good supporting performances from David Niven and Broderick Crawford. And Cooper's love interest, played by Andrea Leeds, is lovely.

The Real Glory is available on Amazon Prime.

Monday, January 10, 2022

Look to Your Screens

Earth faces certain doom when humanity can't get its head out of its collective ass in 2021's Don't Look Up. Co-written by Bernie Sanders' speechwriter David Sirata and co-written and directed by ardent Sanders supporter Adam McKay, the film unsurprisingly presents a distinctly partisan social and political satire. Meryl Streep plays a combination of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, a shallow, self-absorbed American president presiding over a shallow, self-absorbed population. It's cynical and about as subtle as a gorilla in a fish tank. But lead performances by Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lawrence bring a real sense of humanity to what might otherwise have been just a long SNL sketch.

DiCaprio plays an astronomer, Randall Mindy, and Lawrence is his PhD student, Kate Dibiasky. It's Kate who first spots the fateful comet, the one Mindy soon calculates will collide with Earth, destroying the planet. Mindy already takes medication for anxiety and depression so the burden of this knowledge is especially difficult for him. I thought a little of DiCaprio's performance in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood as his character's psychological issues threaten continually to derail him in front of the camera.

Despite seeming to be very obviously important news, the dire information Mindy and Kate bear about the comet cannot penetrate the attentions of a president and news media who are comically obsessed with celebrity relationships. Some of it is funny. I liked a recurring bit where Kate wonders why a U.S. general charged her and a few other people for free snacks and water. But so much of the comedy relies on sharing an impression of the media with McKay and Sirota.

At one point, a supporter of Streep's President Orlean (so a villain) decries the attempt by certain people in the media, like Dr. Mindy, to endlessly sound an alarm for impending peril. The idea apparently being that anyone who says the media actively tries to scare you is a quack. This seems especially tone deaf in the Covid era but I doubt there's anyone with any acquaintance with western media who isn't aware of the fact that headlines about disaster and disease have been used to garner views and clicks for decades. Which cuts significantly into the central premise of the film--one senses it really wouldn't be so difficult for Mindy and Kate to find a platform eager to trumpet their message.

It may have been intended as an allegory for climate change, something many viewers seem to have assumed with full confidence. Yet the differences between the sudden appearance of a comet from space and the gradual, global, human created phenomenon of climate change are too crucial to make this allegory in any way meaningful. In the end, the film just feels like embittered Sanders supporters grinding axes and the glimpse into how they've imagined the world turned against them is almost as sad as the doom that plays out for Mindy and Kate.

Don't Look Up is available on Netflix.

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Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Politics Never Eclipsed the Chicken

One of humanity's perennial tragedies is the tendency for ideological conflict to crush normal life in the name of justice. 2015's Kalo Pothi (The Black Hen) depicts the start of the Nepali Civil War from the perspective of a child who's just trying to keep a hen in the middle of it all. While people are harassed or killed by Maoists or government forces, all the time this boy just wants to maintain his little egg machine. Director Min Bahadur Bham draws influence from Italian Neorealists to produce a somewhat cold yet interesting film.

I thought of Vittorio De Sica or Robert Bresson when I realised most of the people in Kalo Pothi were probably not professional actors. Khadka Raj Nepali as the little boy, Prakash, is pretty convincing though some of the supporting performances are a bit stiff and sort of bewildered.

I can see why Bham opted for this style. A gathering of Maoists is stripped of any genuinely rabble-rousing energy to show us these are basically just a group of random people making noise. The camera work is also often conspicuously cold and avoids framing anyone in suggestive ways, often putting people off-centre in telephoto shots. Shots often begin several beats before action occurs and then wait several beats after characters have left the screen, as though the presence of humanity isn't worthy of any particular notice. Sometimes this does make one wonder if the film is worth noticing but it is a nicely apolitical portrait of an intensely political, bloody chapter in human history.

Kalo Pothi is available on Vimeo.

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Wednesday, June 02, 2021

Juggling Tubes

Between watching old movies and old TV shows, I do watch YouTube, the video spackle of our lives. For many people now, it's the exclusive theatre of video media. You can watch full movies, either those uploaded by users or available for rent via legitimate studios, but I suspect the bulk of the viewership goes to music videos and YouTubers. The latter comes in a wide variety of subcategories, including fashion vloggers, cooks, gamers, essayists, virtual YouTubers (very popular in Japan), and political pundits. Well, let's face it, in this day and age, all the categories are infected with politics. There are actually plenty of apolitical YouTubers but naturally they can't avoid occasionally saying something that would be construed as extreme from one political perspective or another and I find my brain has developed a sort of Videodrome tumour that gently vibrates whenever I hear someone say something remotely political.

And then there are YouTubers who consider themselves apolitical, and may honestly believe they are, but who can't help uploading content that constantly lines up with one faction. I remember a few months ago seeing some YouTubers, including anime YouTuber DannPhan and pop culture commentator ClownfishTV, incredulously responding to the same obscure leftwing website that had labelled them both right wing. I can sympathise with their desire not to be categorised--the left winger's article was obviously intended to discourage people from making their own judgements about the content of the channels. But on the other hand, those who watch ClownfishTV or DannPhan regularly are likely to hear them complain a lot about men being routinely demonised in media and the puritanical desexualisation of genre fiction. These are both real problems but an exclusive focus on them tends to define the speaker, especially in contrast to those who don't see these issues as problems.

It is easy to become the proverbial dog with a bone, though, especially if you feel like an insufficient number of minds were changed the first time you expressed an opinion or if a particular topic gets your channel more views. Sadly, many people roam YouTube looking to receive opinions they can claim as their own in a social setting. There have always been people who do this, of course, even before the newspaper was invented. Interestingly, lately I've run across people whose attempts to suss out my political allegiance takes the form of asking where I stand on the Star Wars sequels. People figure you can get a rough idea of someone's political loyalties based on whether or not they liked The Last Jedi or, for the more refined, whether they have particular problems with The Last Jedi or Rise of Skywalker. I spoke to someone a few days ago who asserted that having Palpatine return in Rise of Skywalker totally negated Vader's sacrifice in Return of the Jedi. Then, a few days later, I was watching Red Letter Media's review of Rise of Skywalker again and I heard Mike Stoklasa express the same opinion in exactly the same words.

I really like Red Letter Media. They are one of the rare apolitical, non-corporate, pop culture commentary channels (though I think some of their commentators lean left) and the tone of their rapport helps me relax. It helps that they're so often drinking beer. They're like more articulate versions of Hank Hill and his friends. I often disagree with their opinions (though their incidental commentary on COVID is extraordinary sharp for how baffled it is). I figure the point of Vader's sacrifice was not killing Palpatine but rescuing Luke and, anyway, in terms of character development, surely it's the thought that counts. I feel like Red Letter Media lends itself better to independently thinking viewers, though, because there's less stridency in their arguments. They're too easy going. But if viewers aren't in the habit of independent critical thought, RLM can function as much like propaganda as anything else.

In the past few months, the two most interesting YouTube videos I've seen are Jordan Peterson's interview with Stephen Fry and Lindsay Ellis' video about her cancellation.

Since Peterson returned from his strange and horrific medical crisis, he's come off as a bit fragile and fearful, and some of the claims he made in his earliest videos have seemed a little paranoid. But as he's regained his health, the integrity of his interviews and arguments have also improved. His interview with Stephen Fry ought to be a model of how two people of differing political perspectives have a discussion. It comes from the fact that neither man regards ad hominem attacks to be constructive, a perspective all too rare nowadays. I'd seen them together before in a debate about free speech, a two against two format in which Peterson and Fry were on the same team. Peterson and Fry decisively won the debate largely because one of their opponents, Michael Dyson, spent most of his time calling Peterson names and naturally came off badly. Peterson's interview with Fry is so lovely, it's such a pleasant discussion between two profoundly well read people on the topics of mythology and psychology, it's hard not to come away from it thinking you've heard the two smartest people on YouTube, not just for their extemporising but for the nature of their conversation strategies.

The Lindsay Ellis video is fascinating for different reasons. Writing about it now, I find myself thinking of a post Terry Gilliam made to his Facebook a few days ago, a cartoon criticising cancel culture. I was surprised by how many hundreds of comments Gilliam received from people condemning him either on the grounds that cancel culture doesn't exist or that it exists purely to hold corrupt, abusive men in positions of power accountable. It's hard to imagine how anyone could see Lindsay Ellis as a Harvey Weinstein, it feels absurd even writing the sentence. And, of course, most of the time the subjects of cancellation aren't Harvey Weinstein types but people from the ranks of progressives who have certain inauspicious opinions or ones who have done one or two questionable things. Things that don't line up with the amorphous but feverishly proselytised perspective of to-day's hard Left. Ellis herself points out in the video that hard right wingers like Ben Shapiro are essentially immune to cancellation because their audiences are in full agreement with their cancel worthy opinions. The left has a reputation for eating their own because, like the Donner Party, it's the only food in reach.

It seems like Ellis' video has been less well received than the similar video by her friend Contrapoints. Perhaps Ellis' apologies seem insincere or lack contrition, perhaps it's because she talked about a sexual assault she'd been the victim of. This may have reminded some people of how Kevin Spacey came out as gay around the same time allegations started coming out about him. Ellis was sharing the information partly as explanation for her supposed crime of participating in a joke "rape rap" video and partly as a way of garnering sympathy for herself--she may not concede having the latter motive. But why shouldn't she? If fans have become cruel, is it not human to want to show them that you are as human and vulnerable as they are? In any case, it's one of the most refreshingly candid moments I've seen in one of her recent videos, a moment when she finally stopped sounding bitter and like she constantly grinds her teeth. The fact that she ends the video with a "fuck you" to the mob who'd come for her probably didn't help the video to a positive reception, either, but she was certainly well within her rights to be spiteful.

When Contrapoints' video came out, it seemed like there was some epiphany on the left about the nature of the cancel culture beast, or at least a brief, honest glimpse in the mirror. Perhaps because the initial shock is over, the relentless stride of rhetoric arguing for the persistent need for and non-existence of cancel culture has gained dominance again. Oh, well.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Passing the Time Playing Solitaire

1962's The Manchurian Candidate is a film about brainwashing, in the old fashioned, sci-fi sense, but also, more fundamentally about the real world equivalent of brainwashing. That's the truly brilliant thing about it, the way it so skillfully weaves a sense of untrustworthy reality.

The film begins with a group of American soldiers in Korea in 1952. They come home and one of them, Raymond (Laurence Harvey), wins the Medal of Honour. The group's leader, Major Bennett Marco (Frank Sinatra), meanwhile, starts to have terrible nightmares about a boring lecture on hydrangeas randomly changing into a brainwashing demonstration for a group of high level Soviet and Chinese officials.

Sometimes the dialogue seems to be coming from the boring hydrangea lady, other times it seems to be coming from the Communist brass. Director John Frankenheimer and his editor, Ferris Webster, do a good job blending the two scenarios without too much fanfare--there's no musical sting when one environment switches to the other, it's all done very casually.

And this blends nicely with the rest of the film which is peppered with small, linguistic pieces of destabilisation, making it all seem so horribly credible. Raymond's stepfather is a Joseph McCarthy-ish senator who, when asked multiple times, gives out different numbers of the "card-carrying Communists" he knows to be embedded in congress. His familiar political vehemence comes with an equally familiar, shameless obfuscation. But there's even subtler instances of confusion.

I love the meet-cute on the train between Frank Sinatra and Janet Leigh though I imagine a lot of people might see the scene and whole subplot as superfluous. But in addition to their flirtation having the great, multilayered sexiness of that cinematic era's high-brow flirtations, it also fits in with the abundant examples of life's strange coincidences and inconsistencies. She jokes about being a Chinese railroad worker and her name happens to be inexplicably French sounding, Eugenie. That's what she tells him her name is but later admits her friends usually call her by her middle name, Rose. She says Eugenie sounds vulnerable and when asked why she'd given him that name she confesses maybe she felt vulnerable. That's flirtatious but it also feeds back to the film's general sense of vulnerability about one's own unstable identity--because, of course, if we can't correctly perceive the world, we can't correctly perceive the meaning of our own actions in it, and so we can't correctly perceive ourselves, insofar as our actions define who we are.

It's Laurence Harvey's character who really has this problem. The same kind of moody performance he gave in Room at the Top as an "angry young man" translates perfectly here into a man whose whole reality conspires against him. Angela Lansbury (who manages a better American accent than he does) deservedly won Best Supporting Actress for her role as his domineering, manipulative mother who also happens to be mixed up with the domineering, manipulative political forces. It sounds crazy and logical at the same time which makes it perfect.

Altogether, the film is pretty grim, not the least because of how clearly insightful it is.

The Manchurian Candidate is available on The Criterion Channel until March 31.

Thursday, March 11, 2021

The Orphan and the Billionaire

I find there are two ways to appreciate 1982's Annie--to repress thoughts about the events unfolding or to read much more into the events than they truly warrant. The musical can be at turns charming, annoying, and an oddly cosy dive into a very '70s vision of the 1930s.

I know, it came out in 1982, but it's based on a 1977 stage musical. There's also something very 70s about the frequent panty flashing.

Nowadays, people would call this "male gaze" and stop thinking about it. And maybe some of it is for the viewer's sexual gratification (male or female) but mostly it doesn't feel at all sexual, just like watching kids having fun with their skirts, which they do tend to do. Watching it doesn't make me think, "Dear god, the harlots," as much as it makes think, "Dear god, we've become so repressed."

This was the first and last musical directed by the great John Huston, and certainly this movie is nowhere near the greatness of his best films (The Misfits, The Asphalt Jungle, The Maltese Falcon). It's kind of unendurable until Albert Finney shows up as Daddy Warbucks.

Finney plays the character with vocal mannerisms suspiciously similar to John Huston himself. In any case, it's a magnetic and delightful performance, whether it's seeing him bark at the Bolshevik trying to assassinate him or pontificating to Annie (Aileen Quinn) on his life of struggle. It's also nice seeing him having a friendly dinner with a Democrat, FDR himself (Edward Herrmann). That's a scene that made me think, "Dear god, we've become so regressed."

Aileen Quinn is notorious for her performance. She strongly reminds me of Jake Lloyd in The Phantom Menace in that I sense most of her facial expressions are forced imitations of those modelled by the director. Her costumes are nice, though.

Supporting performances from Carol Burnett, Tim Curry, and Bernadette Peters as the villains are terrific. Burnett in particular succeeds so thoroughly at being thoroughly repulsive, heaping abuse on the orphans while drinking herself into a masturbatory stupor. The way she forces the children to say they love her was a brilliant choice by the writers--by turning "love" into something rote and forced, she diminishes even the possibility of real love. Come to think of it, that makes her a perfect Leftist villain for Warbucks' Republican hero--demanding love as a basic right instead of earning it.

But the movie certainly isn't biased towards one political side considering how positively it portrays FDR's New Deal. Though, again, Roosevelt's dialogue has him putting emphasis on giving people an opportunity to earn a living.

Annie is available on Netflix in Japan.

Twitter Sonnet #1451

The fourth of three retained the pilot boy.
Between the red and blue decision shook.
Maternal blue was waiting 'neath the toy.
Combustive red retains an eye to look.
A diving board supports a fleeting foot.
Discreetly lettuce swapped a leafy splash.
The knowledge ghost is haunting heavy soot.
A roller skate assists the mile dash.
The scutcheon fades across a naked arm.
A paper house regards the wasted hill.
A planet pulled the health in wooden harm.
A shaking light revealed the shaded will.
A vibrant red was wanted out of house.
The curly hair ensnared a rooster louse.

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Joe is In

Looks like we have a new president, arguably the first one we've had in four years. Unlike his predecessor, Joe Biden has a long career of leadership roles in government office behind him. He's more qualified and more mature--and I mean that in a positive way. His detractors tend to go after his age which does seem like it's affecting him. He certainly seems wearier than the Joe Biden I remember running against Obama for the Democratic nomination twelve years ago. But that may be an advantage as much as a disadvantage. Certainly, we could use a less impulsive leader.

His inaugural speech, like most such speeches, had little in the way of substance, offering instead abstract soliloquising about unity. Some of it pretty good--I particularly liked the quote from Saint Augustine. But rhetoric about unity is really a slap in the face to the opposing side if it's not accompanied by any show of understanding. Implying Trump's followers are all racists who watch fake news isn't a unifying gesture. I continue to marvel at how people seem increasingly unaware of the inflammatory things they say.

I'm pessimistic, obviously. For all he said about the working class, I don't think Biden will find ways to bring manufacturing back to the U.S. or make strides to employ those left unemployed by the popular shift to online shopping. I don't know what power he has to reverse the homeless crisis and the bizarre real estate environment causing it. But maybe time will prove me wrong. At least he won't be distracted by petty squabbles on Twitter, or try to distract us with them.

Wednesday, January 06, 2021

Of Mobs and Government

It's been hard to focus on much but the news to-day. Especially since, as usual, it's difficult to find articles and reports unfiltered by significant bias. So often a story convinces me something happened but leaves me asking, "What really happened?" prompting me to seek out more and more sources. By a rudimentary net of cross-referencing I gain something like a clear picture of circumstances. Of course, when both The Guardian and Breitbart say Trump Supporters invaded the U.S. Capitol building, it's a good bet that's exactly what happened, though Breitbart has since removed the term "Trump Supporters" from their headline.

It's this widespread obfuscation that has led to frustration on both sides and fomented rage on both sides. Though to those Trump supporters who would argue that it's evidence of election fraud I would ask them to compare the 2016 and 2020 elections. When Hillary Clinton lost the electoral college and won the popular vote, she didn't incite invasion and vandalism of a federal building, she didn't stubbornly refuse to concede for months. And Biden won both the popular vote and the electoral college.

The invasion of protesters has rightly been called a terrorist act because it was intended to and succeeded in inspiring terror. And like most terrorist acts, the terror it inspired had the exact opposite effect of what the terrorists hoped to achieve. Republican lawmakers who previously supported Trump's dispute of the election results, like Senator Loeffler, changed their minds as a direct result of being frightened out of their minds by a mob intruding on and vandalising their workplace. Again, I'm reminded of 2016 when I said I thought the best movie to watch to understand the Trump presidency was Luis Bunuel's Viridiana. It was hard not to think of the dirty beggars rifling through the household finery, a move that shook the titular character's desire to champion their liberty, when I saw pictures of a Trump supporter kicking back in Nancy Pilosi's office, or that guy in the buffalo hood romping around on that familiar blue carpeting, amid the marble columns. Only now Trump isn't the figure of tighter security, of the iron fist who promises to keep the rabble in line. Now he's truly the figurehead of the rabble. There are few things he could have done that would more decisively turn Republicans against him.

For years, I've watched the rhetoric on both sides of the political spectrum ramp up and I see it in full, grotesque extravagance to-day. Both sides call for violence, both sides point to the irony of the other side's attitude about their own violent protests. And then both sides are seemingly shocked that the other side would dare use violent rhetoric.

I looked through the Twitter account of Ashli Babbit to-day, a Trump supporter shot and killed by police in the Capitol. She was unarmed but she was trying to break into the Speaker's office. The comparisons between her and George Floyd are already flooding social media. She's an obvious flashpoint for the two sides to condemn each other as monsters. As it happens, she's from San Diego, my hometown. Her Twitter is filled with pictures of familiar seasides. Mostly she retweeted other people but she also has videos in which she rants about border security, liberal media, and the California Governor, whom she blamed for many people losing their homes. She doesn't come off as a smart person, she may even have been a hateful person, but she seems like she genuinely cared about people. That's the kind of thing the Democrats are going to have to recognise if there's any hope in truly avoiding a civil war--the two sides have to recognise each other's humanity. That's looking increasingly unlikely.

Last week I listened to the infamous hour long recording of Trump in a phone conference all but begging for votes, his argument pathetically dissolving into flat assertions that he'd won the election. As though, like a spoiled child, he could make something happen just by saying he wanted it. And I thought again, how could anyone take this guy seriously? How could anyone think he belongs in a place of authority? But maybe it's not surprising when so many have praised selfishness for years while the quality of education has decreased.

I hope for the best but I think we're in for the worst.

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

How and Why and What We Remember

This is a mural dedicated to George Floyd, the man who was murdered by an arresting police officer a few weeks ago. The creators of the mural and the millions of protestors around the world would tell you the artwork is designed to portray a victim of systemic racism and not to celebrate Floyd's crimes that include armed robbery and drug possession. Commentators who mention Floyd's past have naturally been condemned for being in extremely poor taste.

This is the statue of Edward Colston, erected in 1895 in Bristol, England, to commemorate his philanthropic works and not to celebrate his involvement in the transatlantic slave trade. Until recent years, to suggest that it was would generally be considered in poor taste.

Can I really draw a comparison between these two men? Floyd's crimes affected a few people and were possibly perpetrated under desperation or motivated by psychological issues formed from a young age. Maybe, like the pusher in Foxy Brown, he saw crime as the only way for a black man to fulfil his ambitions in America. While others, like Foxy herself, might call that a cop out.

Speaking of cop outs, on the subject of slavery in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, I've never quite accepted the argument that the English simply didn't understand how reprehensible slavery was. It was illegal to possess slaves on English soil, despite the profits made in England on the slave trade. The very fact that such a law was evidently debated and enforced suggests that people were thinking about the moral implications. On the other hand, Samuel Pepys, one of the historical figures whose legacy is supposedly on the chopping block, believed sailors who told him black people changed colour when submerged in water. It's not as though he had a greater authority to turn to on the subject (he might have asked one of the few black people in England, I suppose, but "do you change colour underwater?" is a weird icebreaker). It's difficult for people now to imagine a world where information was so slowly proliferated and so frequently unreliable. On the other hand, Wikipedia informs me that in 2018, an art installation in front of the statue informed people about the victims of modern forms of slavery, like fruit pickers or factory labourers. Do you suppose it unlikely any of the protestors who destroyed Colston's statue is a beneficiary of modern slavery?

It's hard to convey complexity in a statue, it's up to the viewer to discern what is being commemorated. Though perhaps memorials of George Floyd and Edward Colston would be better viewed as reflections of the viewer than as symbols of race or institution. Otherwise, surely Mount Rushmore will have to come down. We all know about Thomas Jefferson.

Should there be no statues at all, at least of real people? An interesting aspect of George Floyd is that he is being remembered for what was done to him and not for what he accomplished himself. In the past twenty years, has anyone achieved real status as a civil rights thinker or leader? Michael Moore? George Takei? No-one I can think of is on the level of Martin Luther King, Jr. And MLK's legacy is of course in question, not because of his personal life, but for the reasons that he was long considered great--because he promoted peace and understanding instead of violence and zealotry. This seems to have become a dangerous way of thinking.

How can we commemorate the achievements of individuals when every individual must be a symbol of a group?

Statues are easy for a movement to take possession of. After the English Civil Wars, Oliver Cromwell's government ordered a statue of Charles I destroyed. The statue, which hadn't even been erected yet, having just recently been finished, was, by pure luck, not destroyed but kept in storage. It was finally installed after the Restoration and it still stands to-day at Charing Cross in London. However, in his novel, 1984, George Orwell made a subtle point by referring to it as a statue of Oliver Cromwell.

Twitter Sonnet #1364

Contentious dots combined to make a tie.
The Polka brings the spirit smile home.
Repeated cakes suggest the extra pie.
A marble game could raze the whole of Rome.
An itchy chin detects a windy day.
The noodle knots inform the pasta lump.
With sailing thoughts the dreams invade the bay.
The water stopped inside the rusty pump.
Completed arms extend to eyes and ears.
The pencil rose to swap the pen and ink.
And after class, utensils broke for beer.
We left the salt around the glossy sink.
The stone became a fluid thing at dawn.
The metal falls before the dizzy brawn.