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  • Mongols I Have Known, Social Studies, and The Hulk

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    I always pictured Mongols as small and tough, riding across the steppes of Asia on their hardy little war ponies, each man keeping a vein open and clamped in his horse's neck so that he could drink its blood while in the saddle. These Mongol horsemen were all bowlegged and handled their innovative recurved composite bows with deadly accuracy. However, my son had a friend throughout grammar school whose father was a Mongol. Far from being small and bowlegged, this dude was built like a Tongan. He did have the Mongolian attitude that I imagined, though. When his wife told him that she was leaving him and taking the kids with her, he told her that she was free to go but that if she tried to take the children, he'd kill them all. She believed him. So he raised the kids. We took the boy on a camping trip once. His father gave him some money to help out with supplies. At our first stop - a general store down the road from the Rouge Y Noir Cheese Factory, he spent the whole wad on candy, which he stored away in his backpack and worked on throughout the trip. Anyway, along came The Story of the Weeping Camel and Mongolian Ping Pong and my image of the Mongolian male transmogrified in the direction of, say, the Inuits. But now, with Mongol, I'm back to the image of my son's friend's father, even though the star of the movie, playing Genghis Khan, is Japanese.

    And by the way, what is it with Inner Mongolia and Outer Mongolia? I was all scheduled for my Asian Adventure when I noticed that I was only ticketed to Inner Mongolia. No way! I told them. I don't want to be stuck in Inner Mongolia; I want to sleep out under the stars in Outer Mongolia.

    For whatever reason, I haven't watch any of those doctor and lawyer shows that deal with a current social issue or two every week. Until Eli Stone, that is. I just watched the first season on DVD. Each episode, a new issue. My question is, given the fact that no one has ever learned anything in their high-school civics or social studies class, why not just show an episode from one of these shows every day in class? It couldn't hurt.
     
    The Hulk movies are entertaining except for the Hulk himself. It would make all the difference if The Hulk, when called into existence, was moved to do something other than rage and break things. Perhaps the big transformation could be triggered by Bruce Banner's extreme hunger, and he would binge on sushi, or get set off by Bruce Banner's powerful thirst, with Hulk do Jello shots to an insane degree. Or, of course, Bruce could get a powerful itch down there.


  • Uncounted: The New Math of American Elections (2007) - Review

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    Suppose that you're a normal, everyday moviewatcher. You've seen a few documentaries and now I come to you and ask you to make a documentary your own self. "Who, me?" you say, "What do I know about making a documentary?" "Just give it a try," I say, and I say, "David Earnhardt did it. This is his first stab at making one. So, your movie will be about voter fraud, like his was. Here's a camera. Get out there and record some interviews with the sort of folks that you see shopping every day down at the Save N' Go Supermarket. That is, turn up some interesting folks - folks maybe just a tad peculiar in their views and in their aspect. Then Wiki some voter statistics and find some footage of voters standing in line and, I predict, you will make a movie very like Uncounted: The New Math of American Elections.

    Nothing wrong with that. The movie's karma is positive. It's impossible to take a step these days without tripping over an article on voter problems, so you probably won't learn anything new, but at the movie's conclusion, Earnhardt urges you to:

    1. Contact your representatives in congress.
    2. Say no to paperless voting machines.
    3. Volunteer to be a poll observer.
    4. Volunteer to be a poll worker.
    5. Share the film with others.
    6. Dialog with others on the subject of voter fraud.
    7. Write letters to the editor.
    8. Lobby for change.

    Good and reasonable urgings for these, our parlous times.

    The end credits also serve as a bibliography.

    Thus endth my review of the documentary Uncounted.

    But now listen. Who do you want to govern you in difficult times? A guy who can't win an election even when he garners a majority of the legitimate votes cast, or a guy who can turn a handful of votes into a freaking landslide?

    There is incontrovertible evidence in the Lascaux cave drawings that before one of the annual cave elections, the Neanderthals stole all the voting clubs and as a result soundly thrashed the Cro-Magnons. The Neanderthal who was thus elected started some unnecessary wars, flubbed local aid after the neighborhood volcano erupted, and caused the cave-dwelling population in general to seriously rethink the whole business of voting-with-clubs technology going forward.

    Full disclosure: when I was in the fourth grade, the student who was to do the voice and operate the strings for the Peter Pan puppet in the big school puppet show was to be determined by student vote at an audition. Those of us trying out for the role stood behind a blanket rigged as a screen. We were to read out lines from the Peter Pan script when our number was called. The students on the other side of the blanket, once they heard all of us read, were to vote on the voice that would be Peter Pan. Before we began, I went to the end of the blanket and wrote down my number on a piece of paper and surreptitiously flashed it around the end of the curtain. We then did the readings. Turns out that the voting students didn't like me. They all voted against the number that I had flashed. However, by dumb luck I had flashed the wrong number and won the vote when all the haters raised their hands for me by mistake. My point here is that vote rigging is rife! Whatever it takes to pull Peter Pan's strings!

    Now let's suppose that the Republicans stole the '04 presidential election by flipping 3 million votes, as some claim that they did. This still means that almost half the voters in the U.S. cast their ballots to reelect Bush, after four years of his presidency - after the war, Katrina, the gutting of the EPA, so forth. Can we make an argument here that fraud or no fraud, fix or no fix, if almost half the country voted for Bush in '04, then the country as a whole deserved what it got throughout his second term? Can we make an argument that one in three citizens in America still likes George Bush and so the country richly deserves what's coming up next as well?

    And by the way, thought experiment: If Michael Moore made Fahrenheit 9/ll today instead of four years ago, how would the movie be different? Bush reading about the bunny rabbit, Katrina, the start of the war - all far in the past now. What the frack has Bush been doing the last four years that would still make Moore's movie Cannes-Golden-Palm-worthy? If you see Moore, please ask him for me and email me his response at this address. Thank you.

    If you do go ahead and make a documentary about voter fraud (votes don't kill people, voters kill people), and if you are of a conservative stripe, the film will probably focus on voter registration fraud, which according to McCain and Palin threatens to convert the U.S. into a Soviet-style state governed by the spawn of Satan. ACORN, formerly thought of as a minor civil-rights organization, turns out to be an outfit structured along the lines of SPECTRE. If you are of a liberal stripe, you'll want to warn all black voters that their ballots have already been cast by the central Republican Diebold computer, and that if they actually show up at the polls, they'll probably be pulled down by Sheriff Crawford's German Shepherds and dragged off to the county Gulag out beyond the settling ponds.

    I mean, if I'm standing there in front of an outsourced computerized voting machine, I'm accepting the fact up front that anything might happen to my vote. The computer might turn it upside down, or right to left, or black to white, or flip it, or delete it, or recycle it, or email it to Kirghizistan, or use it later to have me tracked down like a dog. Far from losing my vote, the computer may never forget or forgive me for it. I've seen Idiocracy. Twice. Dumb is stronger than smart and I've got history on my side to prove it. Last but not least, there might be a little person hiding inside that machine, operating its lights and whistles. Capture that reality in your film.

    And put in gerrymandering. For a nice touch, shoot the exteriors in Gerry, New York (on Route 60).

    And while I'm thinking about it, what is it with all those names on the ballots? Why am I voting for a damn judge? And how was I to know that my random selection of school-board members last year would cause natural selection to be tossed out of the grade-school curriculum in favor of that divine Providence who misengineered my lower spinal disks? And what is a county adjuster anyway? Explain to the viewer the steps that should be taken to clean up these ballots. Put all these jobs up for sale.

    Also, here's a hint for you, novice documentary-maker: rather than focusing on the sins of one political party or the other, go find an election that pits two unscrupulous win-at-any-cost types against each other. Gather your information during their campaigning and electioneering, as the attendant payouts and other tricks and frauds and jackanaperies ensue. Work quietly so as to avoid being shot or otherwise disappeared while doing so - and then when the election is over, don't fail to interview several of the folks who voted a lot - do they plan to spend their money or save it? Will they have a place in the new administration? Etc.

    General guidelines:

    1. Don't make the movie in your home state or any state that borders on your home state, to minimize blowback when you screen it.

    2. Never admit what you're doing to the local populace. Your great-uncle Jeter on his deathbed begged you to come to Cletisville to visit and record memories of the town and its old - very old - family memories. Hence your camera and the interviews.

    3. Adopt a rural accent.

    4. Wear only togs from Walmart.

    5. Buy drinks all around, frequently.

    6. Never mention the election, but it's ok to say, "So who is this Bubba Prendergast with his picture up on posters all over town?"

    7. Go to church.

    8. Don't talk to anyone with a dark skin, foreign accent, or Asian eyes.

    9. Keep your own eyes peeled on election day for ballot stuffing, vote buying, counterfeit votes, disappearing ballots and ballot boxes, scaring the voters, and murder.

    For a historical discussion of voter fraud, I refer you to Tracy Campbell's "Deliver the Vote: A History of Election Fraud, an American Political Tradition—1742-2004." For an in-depth examination of how to lose a local election and then come back and win the next one, if you know what I mean, I recommend "The Path to Power (The Years of Lyndon Johnson, Volume 1)," by Robert A. Caro. It can't be beat. For Diebold (not Livebold), Princeton University Exposes Diebold Flaws.

    Contest: What's the craziest conspiricy theory you've heard regarding the Bush/Gore, Bush/Kerry, or McCain/Obama election? Prize: Three votes in this year's special coroner's election in the town of Pigliver, Texas. (You have to cast one vote in the morning, one vote in the afternoon, and one vote in the evening, using the names Pardee, Pardeux, and Pardoo, respectively.)

    Movie recommendation: When it's all over, go watch Mr. Smith Goes to Washington to restore a little bit of your faith in the country.

    Let me conclude this review like any good politician concludes his speeches, whether currently indicted or not: God bless America.

     


  • Caro Diario (Dear Diary) - Review

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    Caro Diario  (1994)

    dear diary, i just watched a movie that has your italian cousin caro diario in it. now don't be jealous that caro diario appears in a big old color movie, whereas you're just a little bitty blog diary. don't be jealous that nanni moretti puts his little diary up on the big screen and and then writes into it there, or that nanni's so popular and witty and a real know-it-all, whereas you are typed into every day by a nobody who got caught one time with panties on his head. and finally, don't be jealous that whereas i lie to you all the time so that the wife and kids won't find out, nanni includes himself and his wife silvia right up there on the screen along with his little diary, and if he works up a heavy sweat, if you know what i mean, in a movie like quiet chaos, he can always tell silvia that he was just acting. although i hope that his twelve-year-old son doesn't see him doing what he did in that one, at least not until the boy grows up a little bit more. and when, i mean if, i ever do some heavy sweating like that, i'm keeping it to myself, dear diary! you won't need to know and neither will the wife.

    besides, d.d., nanni is sort of like me - popular where he lives but who else knows him? whereas i'm popular in my backyard, but only when i'm throwing buddy his rag bone or pouring purina into his dinner bowl. so hold your head up high, dear little diary, because you know why? eyes are reading you right now! whereas in the big city down there on the flats, with its i-don't-know-how-many libraries, caro diario is to be found only in the old carnegie free branch over by the cooling towers, on a vhs tape in a cardboard box! so sad.

    nanni made caro in three parts:

    part one - while he putt-putts around rome on his vespa, i am cruising pea gap on helga's old huffy. nanni shouts beautiful slogans and that makes him grow beautiful (he says), whereas i squawk at the pickininnies and they pull on my sheet. just kidding. i pass harry and leonard sitting on harry's porch. one day harry and leonard will be inside with the door closed and after that they'll either be back on the porch or off to discover the world, who knows which? dillian is planting lillies in front of the church. leonarda is in the cemetery lying down on a yellow tablecloth, practicing for when she goes there and doesn't come back. when i was in high school, there were scooters all over the place, mostly cushmans. where are they now? nanni says that there is a bridge in rome that he needs to cross twice a day (well, he can't cross it just once, i guess, and still get back home); so i'm crossing pea creek on the huffy, dear diary, on those two-by-fours that the noxapater clan laid down after the last storm washed away their sorry little excuse for a bridge.

    in part two, nanni travels around the aeolian islands with a friend who hasn't watched tv in 30 years. my nanny never watched tv. she could stand on the tail of her bear rug and expectorate a stream of tobacco juice into a hills bros coffee can balanced on the nose of the bear, making the can ring like a bell. she would dunk the head of the bear in a pail of water once a year on easter to clean off the residue of her misses.

    in part three, nanni gets sick. tumor. it don't look good for nanni. mild spoiler: 15 years later, at 55, he's still kicking. at first he just itched, dear diary, whereas i've got this godawful boil that makes me wonder how the hell i rode around the hamlet on that huffy all afternoon. nanni goes to doctors, whereas i use my special "medicine" from the pine grove half a mile up the hill. then nanny applies a poultice to the area and gives me a high colonic, though she don't call it that. so don't get sick, and if you want a horror film, forget saw or hostel and go find a documentary about cancer. also, quit watching so many movies and go help somebody who needs your help.

    what a thinker nanni is, d.d.! you won't catch him doing analogy or metaphor in this movie, no more than i do in you. he spits out the facts, straight onto the subtitles. although come to think of it, when he was riding around rome, there was no traffic, whereas on one of the islands that he visits, traffic is gridlocked and honking about it. could that mean something? can irony be metaphor?

    anyway, thank you to duder for recommending the movie. it was good and it got me going. tomorrow, dear diary, i'm watching guadacanal diary and then taking my .22 out into the field to plink varmints. then i'm going to italy for three weeks to visit cinquefrondi, mammola, and grotteria on a rented vespa. ciào for now.


  • B Movies

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    Earthstorm  (2006)

    my god, i love b movies. if there weren't b movies, i might not watch movies at all. nah, i would. but still. late at night and a little drunk, cut off and earthstorm are perfect, so i give them each z/q on a scale of 6.7. which reminds me of that critic who uses a scale of -5.0 to +5.0 but every rating of his is "a high +3.5" or a "low -2.5." dude, i'm not ragging on you, but just once rate a movie a straight +3.5 or -2.5 or whatever; or explain to me the precise difference between a +2.5, a high +2.5, and a low 2.5.

    earthstorm: a star named dirk. and steven baldwin. you know how when you go to imdb and list all the movies made by an actor and you haven't heard of 167 of them? like for malcom mcdowell? that's "cut off" and "earthstorm" and that's dirk and steven. malcom: "if...," "clockwork orange," "blue thunder," "heroes," and at least 120 movies we've never heard of - we love you.

    so, question: who is the worst for all the work that they have had done, faye dunaway or michelle pfeiffer? in "cut off," dunaway's armature looks like roddy mcdowall's mouth in planet of the apes.


 


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