“Witch Hunt”

Paleo Retiree writes:

Ed Jagels, the tough-on-crime Bakersfield D.A. who threw a lot of innocent people in prison

Ed Jagels, the tough-on-crime Bakersfield D.A. who threw a lot of innocent people in prison

I loved this well-done, labor-of-love, low-budget 2008 doc about child-abuse accusations in Bakersfield, California in the 1980s. The accusations all — let me repeat that: ALL — turned out to be false. Nonetheless, many of them resulted in innocent people spending years in prison, and many of them also blew apart families and friendships. The episode has also turned out to be historically important. It was the first in what became a long string of absurd, “believe the children!” cases that defined the era as much as its pop music and politics did.

Don Hardy and Dana Nachman’s movie doesn’t focus much on the big picture — on giving context, or on setting the stage, or on venturing explanations. For that you’ll need to look at a book, or maybe just read this excellent Wikipedia entry. What it zooms in on instead is the local and the particular: on the experience of the people who lived through the craziness, and on the repercussions of the trials and imprisonments. It’s also a neat look at Bakersfield — a town that kept re-electing its D.A. even after it became evident how wrong he’d been — as well as an immersion in a bizarre, not-so-long-ago period in American history when Satanic-abuse fantasies and recovered-memory zaniness were the order of the day. WTF was all that about?

The movie also got me wondering: Is the fanaticism about diversity, anti-racism and tolerance that we’re presently enduring a related form of shared nuttiness? And why does America put itself through periodic episodes of quasi-religious frenzy?

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“I Was Looking for a Street”

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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As the quote I posted a few days ago implied, I just read the first volume of crime writer Charles Willeford’s memoirs. It might be one of the best things I’ve ever read. The book covers the author’s childhood in Depression-era Los Angeles and his adventures at age 14 (!) riding the rails from California to Texas. The prose is easygoing yet direct, nostalgic without being overly sentimental. To contemporary ears, his early life could be read as a catalog of Dickensian horrors — both parents dead from tuberculosis, a stint in boarding school where children were also required to labor as farmers, begging for food on the streets of El Paso — but Willeford looks back upon these years with wry amusement and good humor.

There are wonderful scenes and passages on almost every page. His storytelling is so assured, he’s in such command of the form, that the writing feels artless and natural. Willeford’s work seems to have somewhat fallen by the wayside (he’s not nearly as well-known Leonard or Westlake, for example), but publishers Family and PictureBox have thankfully rescued this gem from undeserved obscurity.

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Juxtaposin’: Martyrs

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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Cocktail Du Jour

Paleo Retiree writes:

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At Booker’s, near Ithaca, NY: The Huckleberry Finn. Dock 57 Blackberry Whiskey; muddled blackberries, orange, sugar and bitters; topped by club soda and Ginger Ale. Verdict: refreshing and summery, and very amusing: first you enjoy the lightness and fizziness at the top of the glass; as you work your way through the cocktail to the bottom of the glass, you wind up in a fun wrestle with some seriously murky fruitiness and bitterness. I’d be happy to have another.

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“A Model for Matisse”

Paleo Retiree writes:

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Arts buffs should enjoy this sweet documentary about Sister Jacques-Marie, a French nun who was close to the painter Henri Matisse during his final years. (She not only posed for him but also helped him realize the Vence Chapel, which Matisse himself felt was his masterpiece.) It’s a pleasantly modest and slight production, a straightforward combo of interview and archival footage and photos. But director Barbara Freed’s work also has brains as well as considerable charm, not the least of which is in the glimpses it affords of both the aged Matisse and the very plain-spoken sister. It should suit when you’re in a mood for a footnote to art history.  The film, which is just over an hour long, is available on Netflix Instant.

Am I the only person who, thanks to Netflix Instant, finds him/herself watching a lot more documentaries than usual?

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Linkage

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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The Inevitable Outcome . . .

Glynn Marshes writes:

. . . Hollywood will keep producing the same movie. Over and over and over and over . . .

A chain-smoking former statistics professor named Vinny Bruzzese — “the reigning mad scientist of Hollywood,” in the words of one studio customer — has started to aggressively pitch a service he calls script evaluation. For as much as $20,000 per script, Mr. Bruzzese and a team of analysts compare the story structure and genre of a draft script with those of released movies, looking for clues to box-office success. His company, Worldwide Motion Picture Group, also digs into an extensive database of focus group results for similar films and surveys 1,500 potential moviegoers. What do you like? What should be changed?

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Quote of the Day

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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Thinking, when you first try it, is very difficult. I had never tried to think before, seriously, I mean, and I didn’t quite know how to go about the process. Most people, under ordinary circumstances, living with their families, attending school, getting jobs, don’t get around to thinking until their early twenties — if then. Sometimes they are married and have two or three children before they begin to think abou their lives. I have talked to men who told me that they never did any serious thinking about themselves until their mid-thirties. Thinking, as opposed to making rather superficial distinctions and decisions is, apparently, unnecessary for everyday life. Most people simply go along with their lives, accepting what happens to them, attributing to good and back luck whatever fortune or plight comes their way.

But as I sat there alone, very alone, in the deserted and empty prison, with my mind alert for options — aware that there were options for the first time in my life — my mind reeled as I tried to get my thoughts into some kind of order. I was untrained in formal logic, and my mind kept going off on tangents. The experience was heady, exciting, bewildering, and I had to make a determined effort of will to prevent myself from being distracted by a buzzing fly, or even from contemplating the beauty of the swirling red-brown-ocherous pattern on a knot of manzanita root. It is much easier to slip into a daydream than it is to think.

Hours passed. But I was unaware of time as I tried to think things out. My thoughts were not profound, nor did they involve philosophy in any way. It was merely straight thinking, if that is the name for what I was doing, exploring ideas and possibilities in an effort to forge a new identity for myself. I was not concerned with any overall life plan, either for the immediate future or for the months and years ahead of me. The world itself would take care of my future…

Charles Willeford, I Was Looking for a Street

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Linkage

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

  • I’ve been pretty amazed at how quick many people have been to make excuses for the surviving Jonas Brothers bomber. Okay, I get it — he’s cute, he has cool hair, and if Obama had a son he probably wouldn’t look very much like him. But does it really matter if his older brother set him on the path to terrorism? Isn’t everyone who does terrorism encouraged down that path by someone in their lives? I mean, if I started buying you lots of delicious smoothies, and thereby gained your confidence, would you set off a shrapnel bomb in the middle of the Wal-Mart condiments aisle just because I told you to?  Or would that depend on how developed your frontal precortex is? (H/T Gucci Little Piggy)
  • It’s true.
  • Is it really a good idea to allow college “tribunals” to circumvent traditional legal standards when adjudicating sexual assault claims?
  • “You have to understand that to a boy of the 1970s, the line between comic books and real life people was hopelessly blurred. Was Steve Austin, the Six Million Dollar Man, real or fake? Fake? Well, then, how about Evel Knievel jumping over busses on his motorcycle? Oh, he was real. The Superman ads said, “You will believe a man can fly,” and Fonzie started jukeboxes by simply hitting them, and Elvis Presley wore capes, and Nolan Ryan threw pitches 102 mph, and Roger Staubach (who they called Captain America) kept bringing the Cowboys back from certain defeat, and Muhammad Ali let George Foreman tire himself out by leaning against the ropes and taking every punch he could throw. What was real anyway?” — Joe Posnaski (H/T Daring Fireball)
  • Shouting Thomas takes an inquisitive look at thrash metal. I was a big fan of thrash when I was between the ages of 11 and 15. Seeing this post reminds me that I had that Vio-lence album. It is a pretty great cover.
  • Genius.
  • It’s become a thing lately to accuse the porn industry of racism because some women won’t do stuff with black guys. Here’s the thing: “interracial” porn isn’t just about race; it’s also a genre. And as a genre it’s generally pretty rough: lots of scenes involving guys playing “hood” characters, lots of scenes involving women wandering into the ghetto and then being taken advantage of by dudes who say things designed to highlight their conquests of white women, etc. I’m sure it’s not all like that, but I believe that’s the image that’s become associated with the genre. Anyway, is it really so bad if a performer isn’t into that sort of thing? I see it as being like a mainstream actress not wanting to be in a certain type of movie. Shit, some female porn stars probably don’t want to work with a rough-stuff guy like Rocco Siffredi. Because they know what that entails. There’s also a marketing angle involved: if a girl avoids doing interracial stuff, she can maybe charge more for it down the road. Finally, I call bullshit on the above-linked article’s contention that porn involving white guys and black girls is “quite popular.”
  • I’ve been loving catching up with Unleash the Beef over the last few weeks. Smart, ballsy, hilarious stuff. This post on recent idiocy is really good. So is this one on sexting. Oh, and this one on porn. Fuck it — you should read through the whole damn blog.
  • Speaking of recent idiocy. Can you believe this guy is apparently getting paid (not to mention feted in the media) for painting over the makeup on Barbie heads?
  • I got a big kick out of this movie and pop culture blog. Worth spending a few minutes looking through it.
  • Is it important to like the same movies as your significant other? I don’t really think so, though I guess it helps. That reminds me. . . I once forced Buster Keaton’s “The Navigator” on a girl I was dating. I felt certain it would convince her that silent movies were enjoyable things. She didn’t laugh once. When it was over, she looked at me and said: “That was nice. But we won’t have to do this again, will we?” I later rogered her while maintaining a perfect Buster Keaton stone face.
  • Does global warming cause hookers? (H/T Glynn Marshes)
  • “In Charles Royster’s excellent and only mildly neo-Unionist picture of the Civil War, The Destructive War, he mentions a foreign traveler in 1864 who asked some random American to explain the war. ‘It’s the conquest of America by Massachusetts,’ was the answer. Massachusetts, of course, later went on to conquer first Europe and then the entire planet, the views of whose elites as of 2007 bear a surprisingly coincidental resemblance to those held at Harvard in 1945.”  — Mencius Moldbug
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No Farms No Food

Sir Barken Hyena writes:

That’s a bumper sticker I saw on a truck today. It was the only one on it, with simple bold letters, so clearly it’s a statement the owner thinks important.

The genre of smug bumper stickers is thickly populated with examples, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that left me completely puzzled.

Just what the hell does this mean?

Is it from the food industry, as a reminder? Or is it an anti-sprawl thing? Or an old style left wing small farmer booster campaign? Or what?

Theories? I mean beyond “you’re dumber than a hyena Sir Barken”, please.

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