intertribal: (even if i'm fucking with her)
I've never seen this justification for democracy promotion given by a U.S. official.  Granted, you usually don't see justifications for democracy promotion at all.
America has many goals but one we believe in strongly is helping nations build their own democratic institutions, because democratic countries rarely experience famines or start wars; when governments listen to their people, their first priority is usually to make their countries more prosperous, a goal we all share.  (from here)
It actually makes more sense than freedom-fries, regardless of possible accuracy problems.
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1. Money first.  Dreams later.  The Dark God of Capitalism, etc., The Unnameable Slithering Horror, is actually not the worst fate for Southeast Asia after all.
2.  I am exactly like my father, temperament-wise, hence my impatience with incompetence.  Uh-oh.
3.  Cities need effective mass public transportation.  Especially poor ones.
4.  Moderate Islam is in the fight of its life.  I don't want to sound hysterical but the situation is much more dire than I think outsiders know - not in terms of the effects on the amorphous "war on terror" but in terms of the survival of the affected nations/states. 
5.  I need to grow up.  I need to settle down.  I need to stop comparing myself to others and be honest with myself about what I need, not what others think I need. 
6.  Everybody wants to be Korean.
7.  I am actually pretty good at killing mosquitoes.
8.  Typing without an a key is hard.
intertribal: (pro nails)
If I could make music videos I would make one for this movie to the tune of "They're Coming To Take Me Away," Neuroticfish cover.

I think my favorite exchange (other than "murders and executions") was:

Evelyn Williams: You hate that job anyway. I don't see why you just don't quit.
Patrick Bateman: Because I want to fit in.

It was a real "YESS" moment for me.  I have friends/acquaintances for whom this would probably strike too close to home.

It's a tricky movie, though, because you know there are people out there who are like "yay Wall Street" after seeing this movie.  I mean the number of people who don't "get" what I see as the point of this scene, for example, is huge.  Patrick Bateman's world is complete artifice, shallow and insincere and color-by-numbers, where merit is determined by business card fonts and the most time seems to be spent deciding what restaurant to go to and no one knows who anyone else is, anyway.  Bateman cuts through the niceties and surface tension and just puts forth the truth of what this world is all about.  And of course if you know about predatory capitalism...

On the other hand, there's this kind of sad exchange I had with a receptionist yesterday, about New Yorkers:

Receptionist: I mean, do those people have any idea what the real world is like? 
Me: ...?
Receptionist: They have no trees, no lawns!
Me: Oh.  Well, they probably feel the same way about people here.
intertribal: (paint it black)
March 27: Some guy coded Dead Cert Man bets £8,400 (US $13,789) on Kim Clijsters and Novak Djokovic winning their tennis matches at the Sony Ericsson open.  They win.  He wins.  He keeps on winning.  Incidentally, Djokovic also keeps on winning.  He is undefeated so far in 2011, a great accomplishment for the #2 player in the world.  Dead Cert Man always places his bets in the same William Hill shop in London - a representative of William Hill says "This is the most spectacular winning run in recent memory and must constitute a world record.  The longest consecutive winning run of any newspaper horse racing tipster has been 13 winners. Our man is now on 23 - and seems intent on going on and on."  Dead Cert Man only beats "hot" players who are "dead certain" to win.

June 2: Dead Cert Man places £120,000 (US $196,992) on Djokovic to beat #3 Roger Federer in the semifinals of the French Open.  It is Dead Cert Man's biggest wager yet.  Because the odds are so narrow, he'd only pull in £40,000 if he's right, but that would still take his winnings to £227,000 (US $372,643).  Lots of money, right?  And he's drawn out none of it.  He wants to buy a house, you see.  William Hill representative says "I can't recall another tennis bet of this size."  Incidentally, Djokovic's win streak is now at a whopping 43.  His 41-win streak since the beginning of the year is just one short of McEnroe's record for the best start to a tennis player's year, ever.  So Dead Cert Man is on a 26 win run, and Djokovic is on a 43 win run.  Not only that!  But Djokovic would become #1 in the world for the first time if he won!  No one - no one! - expects Djokovic to lose.  Especially not to "No Country For Old Men" Federer.

June 3: Roger Federer says: 


And wins

This match took up my entire "working" afternoon, by the way.  When I was little, and my allegiance was with Andre Agassi, I once drew up a chart that I planned to use to figure out whether Agassi played better in matches when I was watching vs. not watching.  I was going to conduct an experiment wherein I would watch for 5 minutes, not watch for 5 minutes, and see if it made a difference.  Yes, I was insane even as a child.  I didn't actually carry this experiment out, by the way, so we will never know...

I was listening to Radio Roland Garros and aside from their hilarious, mile-a-minute commentary (they basically sound like soccer commentators, which is nuts, especially considering tennis cannot be narrated, especially to people like me who actually have to think about what "crosscourt forehand" means), one of the wonderful things about Radio Roland Garros is when they read emails/Tweets from fans all over the world.  You get to hear about all the North Americans pretending they're on "conference calls" while at work (one lady wrote "I've been on a conference call for 2 weeks straight," the length of the tournament), all the Indian kids pretending they're studying for finals ("but I've got the radio in my room!"), and all the Australians not sleeping.  Today they had emails from some poor kid named Lawrence in either Sydney or Melbourne for whom it was 3:45 in the morning - Lawrence had a track meet at 8:30 a.m. the next day, but he wrote "I can't sleep until Roger wins!"  Dear Lawrence: I hope you woke up for your run.

June 3: [Later] Dead Cert Man loses almost everything.  He ends up with a "consolation prize" of £41,000 (US $67,305). 

Title of the post is from Marilyn Manson's "The Dope Show," which is a classic (?) song about fame and celebrity and therefore applies to athletics and sports coverage: "They love you when you're on all the covers.  When you're not, then they love another."  If you would like to see the video (warning! strange imagery!  but not as bad as an Aphex Twin or Tool video), press play below:


intertribal: (baby got an alibi)
It's budget cutting time at the university, and while majors, faculty positions, staff positions, departments, and structures are being eliminated, the coach of the men's basketball team - which hovers somewhere between "appalling" and "merely embarrassing" in league play - has received a $100,000 raise to a salary of $900,000 each year.  Nebraska actually does a little better than most universities in this regard, because the athletic department supposedly doesn't receive university subsidies and never ends up "in the red," because wealthy Nebraskans have their priorities straight.  But, substitute Nebraska for almost any other NCAA-member school and you've got essentially a money drain that's untouchable

My mother was complaining about this disparity and I said, "Well, you know what the athletic department is, right?  It's the Department of Defense."

The analogies are actually kind of fun.  We've got this department that supposedly generates enough revenue to make up that spending - tickets and merchandise, war - but maybe doesn't, and it's built on the backs of young men (and some young women) and fancy gear and armor, and fuck those young men and women when they leave the department.  If they're not strong enough, then they're on their own.  Oh, and the department's got a lot of cheering, waving fans. 
intertribal: (audrey)
Student athletes are either (a) professional athletes in all but name, enrolled in college just to be super-studs on the field in preparation for being super-studs on bigger NFL fields - in the process, they need to navigate a pervasive and corrupt system that is much bigger than themselves, and for the pursuit of their own success, must be allowed to have agents, make pay-for-play deals, accept Cadillacs, cheat on exams, take steroids, and whatever else - in turn, they are expected to play well; or (b) college students not even old enough to vote who are playing very intense extracurriculars, who are out there fighting their hearts out for a pure love of the game, and should be unconditionally supported (not criticized) for their play. 

I don't care which one you (NCAA, ESPN, schools, coaches, fans) choose - well, maybe I do care, seeing as how I prefer college football for a reason - but you gotta choose one.  If they're professional athletes getting paid to play football, then don't get all "I'm A Man I'm 40" when people criticize the player. If they're amateur children doin' everything right, they should not be getting paid.  It's seriously as simple as that.
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Called Winter's Bone.  Here's the trailer, and yes, it's as good as the trailer advertises.


Yes, I realize I'm way late on this one (it was a Sundance winner, came out in June), but that's how it rolls in Nebraska.  The trailer pretty much tells you what it's about - Ree, a seventeen-year-old girl in the Missouri Ozarks, is the de facto caretaker of her younger brother and sister (who are the de facto caretakers of a zoo of dogs and cats), because her mother is non-responsive/drugged up/a non-entity and her father is a missing meth chef.  Her father put the house and the family's woods up for bond, and if he doesn't show up for his court date, the government takes the property.  So Ree has to go find him - either find him and drag him to court, or (more likely) find proof of death.  Obviously she has next to nothing going for her: she has no car, no money, and no one will tell her anything.  But Ree is tough - not foolhardy, just aware of how severe the stakes are.

This movie could have easily slid into a sort of, "oh my God look at how terrible poverty is" or "oh my God look at how cruel these people are" exploitation flick.  It doesn't.  People live by a particular clannish code, and that code necessitates that things be taken care of in a certain way, but people are neither evil nor helpless, and they bend the code when they both can and want to.  Family was neither here nor there, I felt - it was more a question of will.  It turns out that Ree does have allies - her young best friend, already married to an asshole and mother of a baby, and her creepy but ultimately caring drug addict uncle Teardrop.  There's also a shady sheriff, passive aggressive neighbors who may or may not be child molesters (if you've read the Laura Ingalls book The First Four Years, they're like a more extreme version of the Boast couple), cattle auctions, musical family reunions, a sisterhood of enforcers, and an interesting question of whether Ree should sell the hundred-year-old woods on the property (she has a dream/vision of the woods being cut down, and squirrels running from the wreckage, like she and her siblings being chased from society).  There's also brief glimpses of the life Ree could have led had she been born into a better situation - the kids with more "normal" lives at the high school she's dropped out of, the junior ROTC, the Army (she wants to join because the poster advertises $40,000). 

I was terrified for Ree, but the ending was actually less bleak than I expected it to be (which was appreciated, in this case - and no, no rich grandpa drops out of the sky and adopts them all into his mansion - things are still bleak, just not as bleak).  I strongly recommend those of you who are into Southern gothic type stuff see this (the writer of the book this was adapted from, Daniel Woodrell, apparently calls his stuff "country noir"). 
intertribal: (keine lust)
Russell Brice on sherpas and tourist-mountaineers:
The sherpas that are helping us, you see how immensely strong they are, but remember also they are mere mortals, and that they also have families, and that they have lives.  It's not their job to die alongside you because of your ambitions.  If I see that that's going to happen, I'm going to call the sherpas away.  I'll deal with that in court later.  And you'll die.  Because it's not their job to die for you.
Well, this sort of illuminates his seeming decision not to rescue David Sharp.  And considering how devoted this dude is to the sherpas he works with, it is an understandable attitude.  There are definitely some weird socioeconomic dynamics at work here. 

Also, I said it before, and I'll say it again: the sherpas are bad ass.  They've all summitted Everest like ten plus times (whereas an American mountaineer gets a lot of applause if he summits twice), and they're the ones that lay the safety ropes for the tourists (meaning they are not climbing with safety rope).  Insane!  I guess because they live at a high altitude and start climbing Everest when they're children, their bodies are really well-suited to mountain-climbing.  Still.
intertribal: (can't look)
Everything good about the Twilight movies goes away in Twilight Eclipse.

Remember those nice little action montages set to Thom Yorke's "Hearing Damage" or the nice little emo sequences set to Lykke Li's "Possibility"?  Gone.  The soundtrack - which, having downloaded it, I know continues to be good - is barely used (they have freakin' Florence and the Machine and don't use it, people).  We just get the generic "score" instead.  And while the action is okay for a teenage vampire movie, the cinematographic flair that made Twilight and New Moon pleasant viewing experiences has been replaced by choppy, rigid scenes with no emotional or artistic texture.  I blame the new director, David Slade, who seems to be trying to make Twilight as generic and simple as possible.  And honestly, I can watch the stuff in the next two paragraphs with a little teeth-grinding if at least the presentation gives me something

The classism-infused love triangle between vampire, human, and werewolf becomes downright intolerable in Eclipse.  I became thankful for the sloppy flashbacks into some of the vampires' early lives just because it meant a cut away from Edward, Bella, and Jacob.  Edward's control-freak-ness goes up a notch in this one, Bella just kind of wanders around looking far more vapid and hapless and dolled up than she did in New Moon, and Jacob is totally masochistically deluded.  Jacob and Edward argue about what's best for Bella incessantly, while Bella either sleeps or says "hey stop" or shoves her fists in her hoodie, looking totally ineffectual.  Bella herself seems totally unable to have a conversation, so maybe I don't blame them, but the entire movie basically depends on all the good vampires and the werewolves risking their lives to protect Bella and why?  At the very end Bella finally gives us some semblance of a sense of self when she explains why she wants to become a vampire, but geez, too little too late.  Bella's previously awesome dad Charlie is reduced to one-liners and hee-hawing about teen sex.  Bella's friends are non-existent.  Maybe this is all supposed to represent her having to say goodbye to her friends and family by becoming a vampire.  Of course, Edward's family continues to consist of boring statues.  None of the villains are scary or convincing or... much of anything.  The Volturi, who I actually thought were pretty ok in New Moon, serve no purpose here, and I actually cringed at Dakota Fanning's delivery a couple times.  All the acting and dialogue is on par with a bad network sitcom.

Then there's the ARRGH social dynamics.  Given the historical record of vampires and werewolves in Washington, I am totally on the werewolves' side.  History: aristocratic (very WHITE) vampire shows up in the 1800s or whatever and kills two or three Indian women.  Werewolves kill the vampire.  The one vampire.  Aristocratic (very WHITE) female vampire shows up to avenge his death by killing the ENTIRE Indian village.  Yes, welcome to the history of the fucking world, thank you so much for showing this to us while at the same time telling us that vampires are awesome, Twilight.  Not only are vampires a symbol of race/class privilege, they're now imperialists as well.  How fantastic.  I cannot wait for Breaking Dawn. 

P.S. My friend, a Twilight fan, really liked this movie, and hated New Moon.  So, FWIW.
intertribal: (strum strum)
I just watched this on Netflix Watch Instantly, and holy shit: how have I not seen this movie before?


Basic plot: People are getting evicted from their apartments in the ghetto so that the buildings can be torn down and turned into offices.  Fool, age 13, is coaxed to help his older sister's boyfriend and another burglar break into the house owned by the apartments' shitty landlords, since apparently they have a stash of gold in there.  Well, plan doesn't go so well because it turns out the people inside the house - Mr. and Mrs. Robeson - are batshit psycho murderers.  The two adult burglars end up dead quickly and Fool is trapped in the best-secured house in the neighborhood with the Robesons, their daughter Alice (who has survived because she sees no evil, hears no evil, speaks no evil), a whole bunch of mutilated, enslaved, and cannibalized People Under The Stairs, and a vicious but beloved Rottweiler. 

It's a sort of uniquely childish nightmare, the "puzzle house" that you can't get out of, and the action/chase sequences are very much that kind of hysterical, booby-trap-laden adventure that amusement parks try and fail to replicate.  And yet adventure is the wrong word, because even though it's a lot of fun to watch, the danger posed to the kids always seems real and shocking.  They actually do kill one child (not one of the main two).  Fool tells Alice, "Your father is one sick mutha.  And your mother is one sick mutha too."  And vice versa: these are not the kids from Jumanji.  By the end both Fool and Alice are ready to bash some brains in.  Are there plot holes and inconsistencies?  Quite frankly, this is a movie in which I neither noticed nor gave a fuck.

So just in that basic respect, the movie is already a success.  But what really makes this movie awesome is everything going on conceptually.  The big one, the most powerful and obvious one, is race and class.  First off, the movie sets you very firmly in the POV of the black, urban, and poor.  Period.  And that in and of itself is worth noting.  Visually, most of the movie is essentially two upper-middle class white adults screaming at and trying to kill a black child.  But of course, not any adults and not any child - the adults are already effectively destroying the child's neighborhood, with the excuse that it isn't a real (white, well-behaved) neighborhood anyway.  When the (entirely white) police are called to the Robesons' mansion to investigate child abuse claims, they're going in assuming that it's a bogus charge and barely investigate anything, while Mrs. Robeson plies them with pithy politeness and coffee.  At one point Mrs. Robeson says something about, "It's almost as if the criminals have the run of the neighborhood, and we're trapped inside."  Of course not only hugely ironic but a typical ridiculous white-flight sentiment.  And all this just escalates and escalates and escalates.  

But then on top of that you have the religious zealotry of the Robesons - "may he burn in hell" is their favorite phrase, it seems - and their abuse of Alice, who's expected to be a pure and perfect girl-child.  You first see her in a turn-of-the-century girly, ribboned dress, terrified because she's lost her dinner fork.  Mrs. Robeson shoves her in boiling water to keep her clean and Mr. Robeson - who has this psycho leather dominatrix war armor thing - is in charge of corporal punishment, and it's strongly implied that he will eventually (if he doesn't already) start sexually abusing Alice.  When the Robesons figure out that Alice has been helping Fool they call her a whore, while Mr. Robeson says "they did it, I know it!"  Because of course he owns Alice's sexuality.  This too, escalates and escalates and escalates.

I would never expect to see all of this in ANY horror movie, let alone a 1991 Wes Craven movie that seems targeted to kids.  Not only is this one hell of an action-horror, but it's one hell of a piece of social-horror too.  Thought went into this.  And I'll just come right out and say it: more horror movies need to be made like The People Under the Stairs.
intertribal: (ride with hitler)
Is livejournal's server being crappy for anybody else?

Jonathan McCalmont has a great examination of the video game Dead Space as a "a fiercely left wing game whose narrative constitutes a vicious critique of neoliberalism and the monetarist policies of Milton Friedman and the Chicago Boys."  Oh yes.  I don't play video games (no money, no time, no hand-eye-coordination), but Dead Space has always interested me because I am a big, big sucker for sci-fi horror set in space (the fact that I didn't like Pandorum should tell you how bad it was).  Anyway, McCalmont says:
However, Dead Space’s reverence for the market does not stop with surreal mercantilism… it also extends to the actual game-play. Indeed, one of the innovations trumpeted by the avalanche of hype that surrounded Dead Space’s release was the way in which shooting monsters is rarely sufficient to kill them. Pump round after round into your average necromorph and he will still keep coming at you. Dead Space does not reward butchery, it rewards surgery. Indeed, the most efficient way to kill necromorphs is to assume the role of the hatchet man and make cuts. A leg here. An arm there. A health service here. Some national oil reserves there. Cut. Cut. Cut.

Dead Space’s suggestion that the necromorphs’ presence is a result of the planet cracking suggests that the human costs of the market must be taken into account and not merely repressed with force. Indeed, the game’s final act sees Isaac Clarke desperately trying to mend fences with the hive mind by returning the marker to the planet.
You know you want to read it.  I always thought the Alien series was doing something similar (on a less sophisticated level), because you know the bad guy isn't really the xenomorph population - as Ripley puts it, "at least they don't fuck each other over for a percentage" - it's the Company

Meanwhile, The Rejectionist (who I usually agree with) explains why she doesn't read "manfiction" anymore.  Alas, according to a couple of her definitions, I write manfiction.  [I actually had to work to write more female characters into The Novel - and I'm glad I wrote them in, yeah, but they're still not major characters because guess what, Junction Rally will never elect a woman as mayor.  Fuckin' ever.  I'm doing the Women Behind The Throne angle, though.] 

I also can't say I'd put Cormac McCarthy in the same category as, say, Updike and Roth in this regard.  Much less make him a high priest of manfiction.  Yeah, he can't write women (he does in Outer Dark.  It turns out... weird, though hardly what I'd call sexist/misogynistic).  Yeah, The Road is a big father-son epic.  But the family that survives at the end of The Road, the one that is both good and has a chance of making it, has a mother, and a daughter.  I think McCarthy knows his limits, and for better or for worse, those are his limits.  It's hardly the same as giving the aging author-stand-in a slew of stupid buxom blondes to have sex with.  Then of course we have all the comments saying they're only going to read female authors from now on and I'm like argh.

Then of course one commenter's like "this is why I never got into The Stranger," presumably referring to Camus' story.  And I'm like, arrrrrgh, because The Stranger and The Myth of Sisyphus kind of changed my life (for the better).
intertribal: (can't look)
I'm starting to think I should make a Fuck You! tag.  There, done.

Lindsey linked to this monologue by an expert in the oil/gas industry about the clusterfuck that is BP's "clean-up effort" in the gulf, specifically in re: booming.  It's sort of funny because there's so much profanity, but really it's more horrific/enraging.  

iron man 2

May. 9th, 2010 10:47 pm
intertribal: (to be with you in hell)
Context:  I saw the first Iron Man because our passes didn't work on Speed Racer (I was one of those crazy people who liked Speed Racer, btw), and I must confess that it was a little much for me.  I know, "too much" is basically the definition of a superhero movie, but the whole uber-American rock star CEO thing was just not something I could get into. 

This Movie: Because of the above, I actually ended up liking Iron Man 2 more than Iron Man.  Things go wrong in this one.  There's some doubt cast on the viability of the military-industrial complex, both for a nation and a person.  The whole thing is basically a metaphor for nukes - right down to flashbacks to Iron Man's dad making '50s era, Jetsonian promotional vids for technology that will save the world, etc. - so fittingly the two big specters in this movie are: 1) Dangerous, angry people who've been steamrolled by America and its shiny, fancy nukes making shitty, dirty nukes; 2) Nuclear energy turning out to be poisonous in the long-run.  And in the end, the bravado is toned down.  I for one appreciated this.  My favorite scene was probably Iron Man's disastrous birthday party that kind of highlighted how ridiculous the "techno-fantasy" can become.  No wait, my favorite scene was actually the one where Iron Man (or rather the guy that wears him, Tony Stark) presents Pepper with strawberries as an apology, and it turns out that's the one item she's allergic to.  That's what I mean: things go wrong for the rock star CEO in Iron Man 2.  I mean, I was actually rooting for him at the end here, and I wasn't rooting for him in the first one.

The action is a little meh on this one, to be honest - my eyes kind of glazed over - but since The Dark Knight my standards for action sequences have gone up astronomically.  There's also this whole subplot with the Avengers that I thought could have been junked, because introducing random people who look like they're from another superhero universe just distracts, frankly.  If I was not sitting with someone who knew who the hell these people were I would have been going, "who the fuck are these clowns?"  And do we really need to have the "climactic" battle between weaponized mechas intercut with Scarlett J. in a leather catsuit using sexy martial arts to take down security guards?  Don't answer that.  My point is I'm here to watch medium-sized robots fight, and Scarlett unfortunately reminded me way too much of this Scarlett, from this horrible, horrible movie.  That's bad.

Overall, though, I liked the movie and can recommend it.  

4s Marry 4s, 7s Marry 7s:  Yes.  But I think Pepper is awesome, so YMMV.  I thought the snippety interaction between RDJ and Paltrow was one of the best things about this one, and the saving grace of the first. 
intertribal: (but the levy was dry)
I've been off conducting research in the field for my job - we investigate "needs improvement" schools - and one of the places I visited was a school on a reservation.  This is rural Nebraska, so things are isolated enough as it is, but it felt even more so that way at this school.  Most of their teachers are white and live across from the school building in a little row, friends only with each other, without access to ambulances or police departments (except for the FBI, if it's an emergency).  They have massive amounts of administrative turn-over - one principal walked into the school after he was hired and walked right back out.

The teachers are frustrated that they can't do much to get students out of abusive home environments.  Most of the family set-ups are always in flux - cousins moving in and out, grandparents taking over for parents, students moving from house to house.  Alcohol and meth abuse is a huge factor - some students start using in 3rd grade.  A 2nd-grader recently committed suicide.  Students are often out of school because of funerals in the community (the road you take to get to the school is a dangerous bendy road with lots of crosses on either side).  Teachers say students don't see the point in doing well.

Students at this school much prefer non-fiction to fiction.  And the genre they dislike most of all?  Science fiction and fantasy.  A couple reasons were offered for this (who knows what the real reason is):
  • Those are not "their" stories.  Lack of relevance.
  • They don't want to escape into fantasy, they want a better reality.  Like there is a certain stress point at which real life difficulties make fictional escapism totally irrelevant.
Of course, there is escapism going on - into alcohol and meth.  Part of what these answers show is what the staff thinks science fiction and fantasy (fiction in general?) are "supposed to do."  But I found it interesting that sf/f was the genre singled out as the least appealing.
intertribal: (yes and)
My college's alumnae association (alumn-AE, you guys, alumn-AE!) just sent mass email wondering if our New Year's Resolutions were to quit smoking or lose weight (or perhaps reconnect with old friends?).  And also to inform us that the Philadelphia, Boston, and San Diego alumnae clubs were holding a wine tasting, wine and cheese party, and art gallery docent tour, respectively.

How the hell I managed to graduate from this school, I don't know.  

Also fuckin' everything is not cutting my way today.  I even took the WRONG CELLPHONE to work.  I need a reset button.  Fuck this. 

Also, another Nazi reference was found last night.  This time comparing the Dome to Auschwitz.  Oh yes--we went there.

Title from a comment in Kissing Suzy Kolber, of course.
intertribal: (things i put myself through)
So, I went to the midnight last night. Wasn't my idea, but I enjoy midnight showings (except for the tight-asses that want everybody to be quiet so they don't miss a line in the oh so majestic movie). And here's the thing about the Twilight movies: I don't dislike them.

I know that's scandalous. This doesn't apply to the books, I should add. Never read them, don't want to try. I suspect what I like about the movies would not be present in the books. But I went to the first one as a joke, just to laugh at it, and I actually ended up enjoying it somewhat. I wonder if I would like it more if I was still in high school (or better yet, middle school).

A. New Moon: Demographics

Most of the people at the midnight showing fit a certain type: the tween-girl Hot Topic shopper (when I was a tween-girl, I should add, I found Hot Topic too scary and edgy, though appealing). They're not cheerleaders. They're too "intense." They dye their hair. They under-achieve. They all showed up to New Moon wearing horrific overstretched Twilight shirts, and they sit with a couple friends, probably the only friends they have, and drown in the wish fulfillment of this movie. People make fun of them, but people have probably been making fun of them their whole lives, so they're used to it. Twilight is a franchise for them, and part of me wants to say that that's great, because everybody else ignores them. They don't have any other franchises. Gossip Girl is not for them. Harry Potter has too wide of an appeal, and Harry Potter is pretty damn hegemonic anyway. A lot of movies pander to outcast boys (Zombieland being the latest I've seen), because outcast boys can grow up to be smart or secretly cool, but outcast girls have no value in society, and they don't get movie-candy. Except for Twilight. Both of my friends who unabashedly like Twilight were loser-outcasts in high school. So was I.

B. New Moon: Aesthetics

Gloomy and angsty is the vibe Twilight goes for. It's the only teen franchise that does, really. And I'm all about that shit. Bella, the heroine, mopes 24/7. She also screams in her sleep and drives a beat-up truck and slouches. She walks awkwardly, arms crossed over her stomach. She doesn't do a lot of smiling - laughs are even rarer. Her eyes never quite seem to be totally open. And because she's played by Kristen Stewart and this is a movie about wish fulfillment, she's pretty, but not jaw-droppingly so. She isn't sunny, that's for sure. Her make-up's done to make her eyes look sunken in and her face unhealthily pallid.

The landscape - a gorgeous, misty, rustic town in the Northwest U.S. - is equally morose. The sea thrashes violently, the beach consists of hard pebbles. The roads are all hair-pin curves surrounded by dense woods filled with monsters. Honestly, I would go to these movies just to see Forks, because it's one of the richest movie landscapes I've ever seen, and definitely somewhere I wouldn't mind living.

Then of course there's all the brooding. Vampire boy broods, Bella broods, werewolf boy broods. The only one that doesn't brood is my favorite character, Bella's long-suffering, clueless cop father, Charlie. Charlie (played by Billy Burke) is just a great character - essentially, a single dad who doesn't know what to do with a moody teenaged girl, but he sure tries his damn best. Back to the teenagers: there's a lot of dramatic talk about not being able to live without so-and-so, and suicide, and not talking and not eating, and running away. But teenagers - especially this subset of teenagers - are dramatic and they do talk that way. The franchise becomes laughable when it actually takes this teenaged angst seriously - but let me make a distinction here.

1. Bella's vampire boyfriend, Edward Cullen, decides that he's a danger to her and moves away. Bella goes into a very deep depression. This part of the movie is pitch-perfect. I've read a lot of complaints that Bella is pathetic and a "bad role model" for going into this depression, but seriously, I've had friends react to break-ups like this. It's not unrealistic and quite frankly it's a very honest portrayal of something that a lot of teen movies ignore. And as someone who was clinically depressed for a few of my tween-years, I found it encouraging that a movie can be honest about depression in teens. Then Bella starts hanging out with werewolf boy, Jacob, and things look up, sort of. But Jacob wants to be more than friends and Bella is just using him as a crutch; when Jacob pulls away to join the werewolf brotherhood, Bella freaks out. Is it selfish of her? Sure. Is it realistic? Absolutely. So this isn't what I mean by the movie taking teenaged angst too seriously.

2. What I mean is the ultimate plot of New Moon, which is a slipshod version of Romeo and Juliet: Edward jumps to the conclusion that Bella is dead, and then goes off to Italy to kill himself in dramatic fashion. Bella has to go and stop him. This leads to a confrontation with the vampire aristocracy and basically, the teenaged doldrums turn into something much larger and more consequential than they really are. Thankfully they don't involve saving the world, but it's still far too extreme. Edward (who is 109) tells Bella that leaving her is the hardest thing he's done in a hundred years. Seriously? Geez. The only good part about this plot line is that you get to see Dakota Fanning as an evil preteen vampire, a la Kirsten Dunst in Interview with the Vampire. Hopefully they won't share a career trajectory, because Fanning makes a good baddie.

On a couple other basic movie-review notes, the acting is shit except for Dakota Fanning and Billy Burke and to some extent (when the material gives her something to actually do), Kristen Stewart. The non-romantic dialogue is passable, but the romantic dialogue is total tripe. The pacing is poor. The narrative arc is non-existent, as is the tension. The only things the movie succeeds at are song choice (but not musical score), and landscape. But we all knew these weren't going to win any Oscars.

C. New Moon: Social Implications

The biggest problem that I have with the Twilight series: Edward and his vampire family. Bella is believable as a human girl, and Jacob is believable as a werewolf boy - by which I mean, their actions and reactions ring true. But the Cullens are these opaque monoliths. They literally look corpse-white, all have extremely vacant, stony expressions, and when they say cheerful words to Bella it's just creepy as all fuck. They certainly don't act like hundreds-of-years-old, wise-but-jaded vampires (I'll give it to Anne Rice that she makes a convincing vampire of this type). Edward is totally unreadable, and the things he says are unbelievable. I hate the Cullens. They're unattractive and snobbish. Edward looks like a cross between Edward Scissorhands and The Crow, except in chest-revealing, expensive clothes. The werewolves, by contrast, are clannish but relaxed and homey. They're clearly flesh and blood, vivacious, adventurous. Bella's healthier with Jacob than she is with Edward. I could believe that all of this is done consciously, because vampires are supposed to be undead and icy and soulless. Except the movies make it obvious from the get-go that we (the audience of Bellas) are all supposed to swoon over Edward. We're supposed to want to become a vampire, like Bella does. And I'm like, why?

The worst part of the entire franchise, in my opinion, is what it contributes to race and class issues. Here's what I haven't said: the werewolves are all Indians. The Cullens, and 99% of the other vampires (there's one evil black vampire) are white. The werewolves are, as follows, also poor. They do things like drop out of school and fall in with "bad crowds." The only example of domestic violence here is attributed to the werewolf clan. The vampires, by contrast, are extremely fucking loaded, zipping around in expensive sports cars - Bella knows that one of them is at her house because she recognizes the fancy straight-from-a-car-commercial car - and living in a huge glass mansion, something out of the special Aspen edition of Home & Garden. They're also, you know, wise beyond belief and have refined, classical European tastes. They can do a bunch of fancy tricks like flying and Matrix acrobats and memorizing Shakespeare, while the werewolves are pretty much just very strong, as Bella remarks over and over. Like they're "on steroids." All this is made painfully obvious when Jacob and Alice, Edward's sister, confront each other at Bella's house. There's Jacob, in his (sort of) ratty clothes, and then there's Alice, in her very expensive-looking white coat and professionally-rendered hair and make-up. She tells Bella that she'll come back to talk, "once you put the dog out."

Yet we're all supposed to conclude, at movie's end, that the werewolves are well-meaning but crass (and perhaps violent?), while the vampires are cool and sexy and everything-you'd-ever-want-to-be-and-more. Incidentally, Bella's awesome dad fits right in withe the werewolves, personality-wise and socio-economically, meaning to join the vampires Bella also has to cut off her own family. This is where Twilight becomes shameful and nasty. The vampires are the plasticized, photo-shopped, megamillionaire celebrities - or, if you'd like, the cold carcass of capitalism - that we as the masses are all supposed to fellate, while the werewolves and humans are all the real, normal people (like friends and neighbors and family) that we're all supposed to trample in our hurry to dote upon the vampires.

And that's shitty and stupid and has nothing at all to do with being an angsty teenager.
intertribal: (thinkin about it)
I went to watch Battle for Whiteclay last night. It's a movie about, well, Whiteclay - a tiny town whose alcohol-related death rate is 300% higher than the national average.


"Neville Red Star receives medical attention after a severe, alcohol-related, fall" in Whiteclay, NE. By Lyric R. Cabral.

Whiteclay is a "village" of fourteen people on the Nebraska side of the Nebraska-South Dakota border. On the other side of the border is Pine Ridge Reservation. Seven of the U.S.'s poorest counties are in Pine Ridge. Whiteclay has existed for a hundred years, snuggled up underneath Pine Ridge, solely for the purpose of selling alcohol. Pine Ridge Reservation's tribal council has long outlawed alcohol, you see. Whiteclay has four liquor stores - all owned by whites - and they sell 4.5 million (4,000,000) cans of dirt cheap malt liquor every year. That is approximately 12,500 cans a day. As cheap as alcohol is, it's not always cheap enough, so alcohol is also offered in exchange for roughing up people that are behind on their tab, harassing visitors, and sex. Alcohol is also sold to the clearly intoxicated and the underaged. All this in spite of legally, there is no place for Pine Ridge residents to drink this alcohol - they can't go back to Pine Ridge, and it's illegal to drink "on the premises" of liquor stores. Of course, there is little to no law enforcement, and Whiteclay's "downtown" consists of people who have drunk themselves to death on the premises. Not unrelated is the extremely high rate of suicide (teen suicide is 150% higher than the national average) and abuse in Pine Ridge.

An article in the December '09 issue of Harper's Magazine about Pine Ridge, "Ghosts of Wounded Knee" (the battle site being within Pine Ridge), that touched on Whiteclay toward the end:
Blind-drunk Lakota stumble along the road. A man with a hat that reads NATIVE PRIDE sleeps against a building, using a five-gallon bucket for a pillow. The only businesses in town are "bars," really just tin-roofed shacks, owned by whites, with stacks of malt liquor cases behind counters. On offer: Hurricane High Gravity, 8.1 percent alcohol, one dollar for a twenty-four-ounce can. Or Camo Black Ice. Or Evil Eye Red Kiwi Strawberry. All cheap, all around 10 percent alcohol, twice an ordinary beer. They taste like paint thinner and burnt breakers. Heavy drinkers on the rez are often said to be "mizzing out" or "blank."

Brian Believer Jr.: Winter, Johnny was always bundled up, they'd offer him a sleeping bag or a blanket. Sometimes I'd come over here, colder than hell, he'd still be standing out here with a big old hood sweater on. I said, Where do you sleep, and he says, Don't worry, I got a place to sleep. ... We're Lakota warriors, and we should be able to take care of ourselves, but all we get is just the VA checks. A VA check won't even buy you a house. I don't know what's going on. I don't care.
Of course, former Nebraska Governor Johanns isn't going to shut down Whiteclay because, hey, those liquor stores have the right to try to make a profit. It's free enterprise. This same Governor Johanns will also go to Pine Ridge and ask them to shut down casinos because of the moral bankruptcy they bring about for the (white) people that go there.

When the stores' liquor licenses need to get renewed, the issue goes to the Sheridan County Board. Whiteclay's supporters always tell the two towns closest to Whiteclay, Gordon and Rushville, that if Whiteclay is closed, "they" will just swoop down on Gordon and Rushville - if they want alcohol, they're going to get it, and you don't want those drunk Indians in your town, now do you? The Nebraska Liquor Control Commission says alcohol consumption is a matter of personal responsibility. When one liquor license is suspended - the owner is a felon - another guy from a different town immediately throws his hat in the ring. He wants to open another liquor store to replace the one that was "lost." Another supporter of Whiteclay suggests that maybe Pine Ridge should give up prohibition and just sell alcohol on-reservation. "Didn't seem to hurt the United States," he says.

Meanwhile, many of the people dying of exposure and alcoholism in Whiteclay are veterans. One man says he got out of the military and looked at the American flag and said, "You people killed my people" - then told his mother not to let them bury him with the flag.

Pine Ridge has declared Whiteclay a public nuisance. Duane Martin Sr., one of the Indian activists featured in the movie, tried to organize a blockade between Whiteclay and Pine Ridge and was told that he'd have to go through the Nebraska legislation system. "Nebraska, man," he says, "They don't listen."

After watching this movie, I think that he's right.
intertribal: (darling little demon)
I disagree with wikipedia...

Typical occupations of the Professional Class would include University Professor, Physician, Lawyer, Accountant, Journalist, Architect, Physicist, Chemist, Engineer, Geologist, Actuary, Pharmacist, Dentist and Airline Pilot.

Which one of these does not belong?*

Hint.

*: there's a couple others I doubt too.

intertribal: (don't you want to bang bang bang bang)
[Error: unknown template qotd]I think the bigger question is why the fuck Intel cares about my fitness goals.
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