Sunday, August 28, 2011

RICK PERRY: THE GREAT WHITE HOPE

My buddy John A sent me an e-mail yesterday and pointed out something that I missed:

"I believe that they [Republicans and right-wingers] are afraid of losing the white Christian good old boy as the main source of power and control in this country and the world, and it scares them to death ...."

Amen to that, brother John. I missed the most obvious thing: Rick Perry is white. He may be a climate denier, right-wing ideologue, and overall bullsh*t artist, but he is white.

And our president is black, or at least half black. Not white.

I had forgotten how limited these right wingers are. They really can't see past the color of a person's skin. How medieval of them. How neanderthal. I thought we were all past that.

I was wrong.

-- Roger

Copyright © 2011, Roger R. Angle

'BREAKING BAD' #3: GREAT AGAIN

Last night I had to decide whether to send back the first disk of "Breaking Bad" Season One or finish watching it, so I went back to Episode 3 and finished it. I had quit in disgust after about six minutes.

Guess what? It was wonderful again. This is the episode in which Walt has a nice little chat with Domingo in the basement and gets to know him. The guy who plays Domingo (a.k.a. Crazy Eight) is a really good actor.

The characters I don't like are Skyler and her sister. They are pains in the butt. I guess they are supposed to be. Of course, so is Hank, but it is more obvious that he is supposed to be.

Some of my friends think I am too quick to get annoyed and give up on movies, books, music and TV shows.

Maybe. Maybe I am too sensitive.

But it seems to me that the job of the writer or filmmaker or musician is to grab your attention and hold it, by hook or by crook.

OK, so I'm hypersensitive. Entertain me, damn it.

Anyway, now I look forward to seeing more of "Breaking Bad." It isn't as good as "The Wire," which was the best drama I've ever seen on any screen, big or small; or as good as "Deadwood," but when it's good, it's great.

-- Roger

Copyright © 2011, Roger R. Angle

'ANGRY' STORM? B.S.

I was watching Jake Tapper on ABC-TV this morning and I believe he said something about an "angry storm," referring to Hurricane Irene.

What outrageous bullsh*t. And a headline in The Daily Beast said "Hurricane Fury Hits New York."

How ridiculous. Storms are not angry or furious.They have no human feelings. This is the old pathetic fallacy, that you may have heard about in English class, attributing human emotions to nature.

Nature doesn't care abut you or me. Babbling brooks are not kind hearted. The sun doesn't come up in the morning because it loves you. You might love it, because you are in fact capable of love, and anger, and other human emotions.

"Angry" storm? "Furious" hurricane? How stupid. And how inaccurate. I suppose a storm could be violent in its effect, but not in its motive.

You wonder how much you can trust these news organizations when they are so full of bull. They seem to have flunked English 101.

-- Roger

Copyright © 2011, Roger R. Angle

Saturday, August 27, 2011

'BREAKING BAD' #3: YUCK


EPISODE 3 

The opening is disgusting, all that blood and gore. Yuck. And Walt treating it like a science experiment. Then we have his bitchy wife and her annoying sister. Who can stand them? Not me. As Walt said in Ep 2, I want them to climb down out of my ass. So far, I only lasted about six minutes. Maybe I will try again later. Maybe not. My friend John S says I should watch the whole series in order. I can’t promise anything.

I can't watch anything that disgusts or annoys me. I think it's a matter of aesthetic distance. I could not watch "Winter's Bone," although my buddy K loves it, for example. But he liked "Stranger Than Paradise," which I found a form of torture.

-- Roger
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WAR HEROES IN POLITICS

The other day, my son, a Republican, sent me a photo of Texas Gov. Rick Perry in his Air Force uniform, by a jet fighter plane, at age 22.

I guess we are supposed to get down on our knees in an attitude of worship.

Next to that photo was one of Barack Obama, age 22, with a cigarette in his mouth and a straw hat on his head, apparently lounging on vacation.

I guess we are supposed to think Obama was less patriotic at that age.

Someone has written that this picture says more than a thousand words.

I think this is supposed to mean that Rick Perry is more qualified to be president than Barack Obama.

Here is what I wrote to my son in reply:

There is a kind of symbolism here that I don't think makes sense.

In the military, they teach you to shoot people, to drop bombs, to throw grenades, to march, to repair tanks and airplanes, and mostly to obey orders.   

You are supposed to become a kind of human robot. How does that qualify anyone to be a political leader? Do we need robots to lead us?

These military people are supposed to "salute smartly and charge up the hill," in Oliver North's famous phrase.

I don't see how military service is desirable above other qualities in a leader. I would think intelligence, vision of the future, and understanding complex political, economic and legal systems would be more important.

-- Pops

In another e-mail, after thinking about it some more, I wrote:

It is interesting to think about the war hero as politician. Why did John Kerry's military experience count for so little? Why did John McCain's count for so much?

Kerry was actually in combat, getting shot at and shooting back, while his opponent, George W. Bush, avoided his own military service. But it didn't matter, somehow. The GOP "Swift Boat" lie won out.

McCain's job in the Navy was to lobby Congress. So he wined and dined senators and congressmen, to get them to spend more money on the Navy. He was very successful. He was a good salesman.

Did that qualify him to be president? How so? When he was young, he was a hotshot jet jockey before he got shot down. Not much leadership there. More testosterone than political genius.

We think of a man in a military uniform as strong, macho, patriotic, self-sacrificing, full of ideals. That is not always the case.

I flew to Colorado recently, next to a captain in the Air Force who was a good guy, but he was obviously working the system a little bit, for his own gain. Nothing illegal or unethical, but out for himself. Nothing wrong with that. I'd do it myself.

But would he make a better president than a graduate of Harvard Law School who taught Constitutional Law at Chicago?

I doubt it.

--Pops

After that, I had another thought: I wouldn't vote for my Uncle Bill, even though I admired him all the time I was growing up and he was the family hero during WWII.

Uncle Bill was a career Marine, fought in the Pacific, and was awarded the Navy Cross for heroism on Iwo Jima.

Years later, after I had grown up, and he had retired as a Lt. Col., we were driving along the street together in New Orleans, in about 1990, and we saw a homeless man on the street.

Bill said, "I've got the solution to this homeless problem."

I said, "What's that, Bill?"

"Gas 'em."

I said, "You're kidding, right?"

"No," Bill said. "If they can't work, or they won't work, round 'em up and gas 'em."

There's a war hero with a political solution for you.

Would I vote for that? Not in this lifetime. Or any other.

So just because Rick Perry was in the Air Force, that doesn't cut any ice with me.

-- Roger

© Copyright 2011, Roger R. Angle

Friday, August 26, 2011

REWRITING MOVIES

Do you have a favorite movie that you watch again and again? I do. Do you want to rewrite parts of it? I sure as hell do.

My current fave is "No Country For Old Men," a potboiler set in Texas about drugs, money, and an amazing killer named Anton Chigurh, played by Javier Bardem.

For some reason, I can't seem to get enough of this flick. I watch it once a month or every two months.

Certain scenes make no sense, and I skip over them. The stuff about Carson Wells, for instance. And what the hell happens to the McGuffin (the money)?

But the most frustrating thing, to me, is the ending. Chigurh waits for Carla Jean at her mother's house. She knows he is there. She opens the bedroom door, and there he sits, in a chair in the corner.

Every time I see it, I want her to grab a 12-gauge shotgun from behind the door and say, "Bend over and kiss your ass goodbye."

BOOM! That would be so satisfying. 

Instead, the filmmakers have her sit down and talk to him. Drives me crazy.

Then, after he kills her (we don't see it), he gets into a car wreck that is a total deus ex machina, i.e., a huge dramatic failure. Then he wanders off, apparently without the money.

The ending is crazy making. I can see why they didn't want to give us a big fat Hollywood cliche at the end, but this is totally unsatisfying.

I think they should hire me to rewrite it and then remake it. Don't you agree? Let's all hold our breath.

-- Roger


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'BREAKING BAD' #2: GREAT

This is amazing. I watched another episode of "Breaking Bad" last night. Here are my notes:

EPISODE 2 (2008)

From one extreme to the other. The first episode was terrible, and the second episode is wonderful. If number one was a minus 10, #2 is a plus 10. It is hilarious. I laughed my butt off. One rule of writing is to make the worst possible thing happen. Boy, does that happen here. 

Too bad the pilot wasn’t this good. I wonder how they got past such a loser. But this is fun. I wonder what their viewer drop-off was after the pilot. It’s hard to imagine anyone sticking around.

My favorite scene is when Walt creeps down the stairs, hoping to find the dangerous drug dealer dead. Instead, the guy is wide awake and alert.

That is brilliant. Hilarious. Because it puts Walt in deeper hot water.

I was thinking that the worst thing would be for the drug dealer to get loose. But that is not the worst thing. They did the worst thing, because now Walt feels responsible for him. He starts feeding him!

Oh, God, I laughed till I thought I'd bust a gut.

So now I love the show that I hated before.

So far.

-- Roger

© Copyright 2011, Roger R. Angle