Saturday, March 11, 2006

LRC pick
More from Murray on movies
A reason why I didn’t see the gay-cowboy movie:
To the average Academy moron, the only movie deserving an award is that reeking with pretension: slow, ponderous, boring and therefore inevitably pregnant with what the "Saturday Night Live" comic calls "Deep Thoughts." In recent decades, as Hollywood culture has gone sharply leftward, this has also meant a blend of leftish nihilism and what used to be called "social significance."

Since the eligible movies are those that emerge at any point during the calendar year, and since the producers fully understand the minuscule attention span of the typical Academy dimwit... the Pretentious Pictures
[tend to] come out in late December...
I saw four first-run films over the past 12 months, some as edgy as the Big Pictures, but 1) one, The Woodsman, ran early in the year, proving Rothbard’s point and 2) pædos (again TW), unlike gays and Jews, aren’t a privileged class (yet?). (No, the groups aren’t equivalent and no, I’m not advocating any pogroms.)

Another good example of what he was talking about was The English Patient. It had its moments. But. One. Felt. Every. Second. Go. By. Unlike a really good film you lose yourself in and so forget to look at your watch.
Schindler's List is a movie which has become not only Politically Incorrect but even taboo to be less than worshipful about, since it purports to enable us, for the umpteenth time, to Learn About The Holocaust.
I’m eagerly awaiting the historically fair, equal-time dramatisation of Stalin’s atrocities, which dwarfed Hitler’s. (Or on what the Palestinians have gone through.) But ordinary Russians, let alone pious Russian Orthodox, aren’t a privileged class and are therefore invisible, historical non-persons, or, if visible, ‘the enemy’, making the MSM look like Pasternakian moderate Communists (which has gone on for a long time, considering the New York Times’ Pulitzer-winning lies about the Soviet Union).
The idea that watching Schindler's List should be treated as a religious experience
Which Jerry Seinfeld seemed to make fun of in his nasty eponymous sitcom but really agreed with.

Why I didn’t see Good Night, and Good Luck. or Munich:
...anyone who tries to Learn About History by going to a Hollywood movie deserves to have his head examined.
Remembering the entertaining Michael Collins (except Julia Roberts badly trying on an Irish accent, in one of only two of her films I’ve seen*), in which a British tank rolls onto an Irish football pitch and starts mowing down spectators. That never happened. I heard Mel Gibson did something similar in The Patriot.

(Then there was 1960’s propaganda piece Exodus, or ‘terrorism is cool if you’re a good-looking white guy like Paul Newman or Sal Mineo’.)

Rothbard’s account of the clash of two privileged classes at the cinema is worth reading.

I disagree with him on something: Holly Hunter’s not unattractive. Chacun a son gout.

*The other was the train-wreck fascinating Notting Hill, a very American movie that happened to be set in Britain with a mostly British cast.

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