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“Zero Dark Thirty”

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

Jessica Chastain in ZDTEffective enough espionage procedural in the vein of Paul Greengrass’s United 93, to which it makes an appropriate bookend. It’s a grunt’s-eye view shot in the hyper-edited, faux-documentary style that continues to pass for “realism.” Dektoring is now twenty years old but shows no signs of letting up.

Jessica Chastain plays Maya, a mid-level CIA analyst who turns out to have the correct theory about where Bin Laden is located. Aside from ultimately being right, her character isn’t interesting nor is her struggle with her superiors, which plays like the stuff of a million inside-the-Beltway movies. Bigelow’s film only comes alive during the pure action scenes, for example when field officers attempt to locate one of Bin Laden’s couriers in a crowded Pakistani street or the final sequence in which the SEALs raid UBL’s compound.

I think Bigelow wants us to see Maya as a sort of Joan of Arc visionary, the only one with the tenacity to see the operaton through over a twelve-year timespan. Indeed, the final shot of the film seems to clearly reference Falconetti’s Joan, although it’s quite possible I was just bored by her that point and I’m reading way too much into it. A friend adds, “I haven’t rooted for a movie character to get laid since The 40 Year Old Virgin.”

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Does Jared Diamond Really Mean What He Says?

Paleo Retiree writes:

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Short answer to the question posed in the title of this blogpost: I have no idea. But that’s not going to stop me from sharing some musings and hunches anyway.

Diamond is a bit of a puzzle. A much-celebrated scientist and author — he’s a prof at UCLA; he has spent long stretches doing fieldwork in New Guinea; his books (such as “Guns, Germs and Steel” and “Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed”) sell in the millions; he’s got a list of awards and prizes a mile long; and he’s a hero to the PBS-and-National-Geographic crowd — he’s clearly a substantial and knowledgeable guy. Yet to some (I’m among them) he’s also infuriating.

The main reason why: Although he’s clearly aware of genetics and evolutionary biology, he seems not just to refuse to accept the implications of both fields but to write in active defiance of them.

His main point in “Guns, Germs and Steel,” for example, is to argue that genetics plays no role — no role whatsoever — in how societies have developed. Where explanations for why some societies are throwing spears while others are launching drones go, you’d think any sensible person would be open — would want to be open — to a variety of factors: environment, genetics, luck, geography … But where Diamond goes, you’d be wrong. For him, all explanations are allowed — he even volunteers some fresh ideas having to do with geography — except for the genetic. For Diamond it’s always and everywhere important to maintain the belief that we’re all the same under the skin. He wants genetic explanations to remain unthinkable, in other words. Why should he be such a nitwit?

Until the other evening, when the Question Lady and I went to see Diamond speak (he’s promoting a new book, “The World Until Yesterday: What Can We Learn from Traditional Societies?”), I was playing with three possibilities.

1) Perhaps he’s one of those people who’s worth paying attention to only so long as he’s discussing particulars and specifics. Such people really do exist — I know a few of them. Maybe — despite how smart and experienced as he is — Diamond happens to be someone who, when he kicks the generality-level up a notch, turns into a dodo.

2) At least in his books for a popular audience, perhaps he’s more driven by politics than he is by science. For whatever reason, maybe he’s more devoted to maintaining the fiction of egalitarianism than he is to exploring the paths the evidence seems to suggest.

3) Perhaps he’s an opportunist. Peddling bland idiocies while cloaking his arguments in the language of evolutionary biology and genetics hasn’t worked out badly for him, after all. There’s always a market for squishy feel-good messages, and maybe now, what with harsh and cold discoveries in genetics and evo-bio coming fast and furious, it’s a particularly lively one. Maybe Diamond spotted the commercial possibilities in catering to this crowd. Maybe he realized that he could offer the drippier element in the educated-nonfiction-book-buying audience a chance to recharge their belief in the old pieties.

The talk The Question Lady and I attended was OK, if a bit of a snooze. I’m very interested in contrasts between tribal and civilized life — hey, I’ve been one kind of Paleo fan or another for many decades. And while about half of his facts were familiar to me, Diamond’s tales and information were focused and provocative. So long as he stuck to them, you felt like you were in trustworthy hands.

Incidentally, and à propos of not much but my interest in performers: As an onstage performer Diamond is a peculiar creature. With his trim figure, his white Abe Lincoln beard, his bright red sport jacket, and his very weird accent — Boston/Jewish, as it turns out — he’s like an elfin wizard-creature out of Tolkien. And he’s as pedantic as you’d expect a successful veteran prof to be. Even when he goes off-book he speaks like a term paper. He states and restates his points; his sentences are full of fillers like “conversely” and “in short.” (Which left me wondering: Are some people genetically destined to become professors?) But maybe the package is theatrically effective anyway. Maybe to his audience it conveys “I’m a serious and eccentric — yet also bizarrely lovable — intellectual.”

But, sadly, Diamond isn’t a galvanizing storyteller — in fact, his talk left me wondering if he uses assistants to help make his prose more lively and accessible than it would otherwise be, or if he has worked with some really virtuosic editors. And the message his worthwhile bits of info-crunchiness were embedded in was the usual ooze: Let’s not look down on so-called primitive people. They’re people too. And finally: Let’s all strive to be nice to each other. I admit it: my mind did do a little drifting, as it will when liberals are patting themselves on the back for the sweetness of their intentions.

What woke me up was something that slipped out of Diamond in passing. Asked some fate-of-the-earth type question by the usual earnest-and-concerned, worshipful fan, Diamond revealed that he took up writing the big books for the popular audience when he became a parent. Up until the arrival of the kiddies, he’d focused on the kinds of small and tight questions that concern your everyday hardworking scientist. Now that the little ones were here, he knew that it was time for him to set aside academic disputes and start worrying about the future instead.

As far as I could tell, Diamond was admitting flat-out that, right from the outset, he intended his big books to be do-gooding “message” books.

So much for my other explanations for his apparent disingenuousness. He turns out to be a much simpler puzzle than I’d thought. He’d simply come down with what afflicts so many people when they have kids: a bad case of the Worthies. Where his big books go, his main concern hasn’t been to share his knowledge and his thinking. It’s “What shall we tell the children?” My conclusion: maybe Diamond’s books are best taken as morality fables for overgrown kids.

Question Du Jour: How is that a few people who become parents continue to be fun and interesting nonetheless? Surely there’s a book in that topic.

FWIW: In case I’m not being clear, I think Jared Diamond is basically a smart and interesting guy. I don’t look down on tribal peoples, and I have no trouble whatsoever with the idea that we ought to make some effort to be nice to each other. I wish the future well too.

Bonus links

  • Despite the brain-numbing worthiness of its big points, there’s interesting information to be found in “Guns, Germs and Steel.” I recommend skipping the book, which is mighty long-winded, and watching the National Geographic TV adaptation instead.
  • Wade Davis criticizes Diamond for not being PC enough. (!!!)
  • John Horgan loves Diamond’s new book.
  • A mixture of anthropology and genetics in its full, unconcerned-with-PC, blast-of-cold-water glory can be found here.
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Not Quite Up To Par

Sax von Stroheim writes:

Night Train to Munich (Carol Reed, 1940)

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This isn’t a bad movie, but it suffers a bit because it isn’t a great movie, either, and it brings to mind too many other movies that are great (or nearly great): Hitchcock’s British work (especially The Lady Vanishes, to which it acts as a kind of sequel/remake), Michael Powell’s wartime pictures (especially The Spy in Black, which has more interesting characters), Fritz Lang’s contemporary espionage thrillers (especially Man Hunt, which has a more fully-formed film style), and the better movies Carol Reed would go on to make. This last is the worst of all, because Night Train lacks the kind of poetic/cinematic expression of the characters’ psychology that’s so central to Reed’s best work (the run of four movies from Odd Man Out to Outcast of the Islands). Here Reed is just playing at being Hitchcock, and while it isn’t a terrible impersonation, nothing in the movie gave me the sense that his heart was in it. I did enjoy the movie’s special effects: the climactic sequence is set on a gondola, and  its quite nicely put together with rear projection shots and shots using a model.

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“Silver River”

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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I watched this mid-period Raoul Walsh western a while back on the recommendation of co-blogger Sax von Stroheim. It stars Errol Flynn as a disgraced Union officer who’s decided to live in a purely selfish manner. In doing so he becomes the hub of a mining town, the center of its thriving economy. He founds the saloons, becomes the largest shareholder in each of the local silver mines, even opens a bank when it becomes clear that he controls all the cash in the area. Fittingly, Walsh shoots the early war and pioneer material in his ’30s freeform style, with a lot of camera movement and action staged throughout the frame. Later, once Flynn and his town have become established, the movie becomes more visually staid, more like a conventional ’40s product. It’s an effective visual strategy, one which ushers the viewer through the movie’s basic themes in an organic, unfussy way. But what I found most fascinating about “Silver River” was its manner of condensing and dramatizing basic economic relationships – the movie is like a miniature representation of American capitalism, with all its benefits and drawbacks highlighted. Flynn is pretty fascinating too; he allows his natural roguishness to suggest a deeper amorality, with slyly subversive results. (The performance makes you wish he’d played more villains.) Unfortunately, “Silver River” loses something when it allows the Thomas Mitchell character, Flynn’s lawyer, to become its moral center (he preaches to the audience). And a subplot implicating Flynn in a murder is never fully developed. But for much of its running time this western makes good use of moral ambiguity.

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David Chase’s Small Movie for the Big Screen

Sax von Stroheim writes:

Not Fade Away (David Chase, 2012)

This is kind of a generic poster, unfortunately

This is kind of a generic poster, unfortunately

A few different ways into talking about this movie:

  • As you probably notice, I pay a bit of attention to current movies, but, even so, I completely missed that this had opened in New York City (and was already on its way out) until early last week when I was looking up showtimes for Life of Pi. I would have thought that the first feature film from the creator of The Sopranos would be a bigger deal, but I guess the dark side of being in this so-called Golden Age of Television is that people would rather see filmmakers migrate to the small screen than for them to go in the other direction.
  • It was bittersweet to see this movie on the same day as the Oscar nomination were announced, because it is a very lovely movie, but one that really had no chance of making a splash as an “Awards contender”. It’s too comfortably small scale, it looks much more conventional than it is, and it doesn’t have any show-offy performances (or show-offy set-pieces, for that matter). So, I’m a bit bummed that the movie didn’t seem to find an audience, and I blame the whole marketing/PR/journalism industry for that failure. I think the movie would have appealed to Chase’s fans and to fans of the television shows he influenced (in some ways the movie is an “answer record” to Mad Men), if those fans had really known about it.
  • The film itself – about a couple of guys in New Jersey who half-heartedly try to make it as a rock band – really gets at the way time seems to slip through your fingers. The way you can look up and realize two years have passed since you said you were going to do that thing you said you were just about to get around to doing. But it does all this without ever making a big deal in it. There’s no scene where they say, like, “Man, I can’t believe time has slipped through our fingers like that”, which is probably a strike against it for people looking for the movie’s theme. (Its “theme song” is “Time Is On My Side”, though, so maybe they’ll pick up on that).  It’s a bit like John Milius’ masterpiece Big Wednesday in the way that its rhythms feel like how life really moves and less like how screenplays are usually structured.
  • James Gandolfini, playing an angry New Jersey dad, is really great. He was also really great as an alcoholic hitman in Killing Them Softly, another Awards-season movie that didn’t find an audience. I suspect that loading all of the movies-for-grown-ups into the last two months of the year, in the hopes that they’ll win awards, is a really terrible idea, because then they’re all fighting over the same tiny sliver of an audience that’s left for these kinds of movies.
  • Had this movie come out back when I was in college, it would have been my favorite movie ever for at least a week or so.
  • Coincidentally, I’ve been listening to this collection of rock music put out by Elektra from 1963-1973, and it makes a great companion to the movie. Chase and his music supervisor – Little Stevie Van Zandt – nail the sounds of the era.
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Montaigne Unchained!

Fenster quotes Montaigne:

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“The weakness of our condition makes it impossible for things to come into our experience in their natural simplicity and purity.  The elements we enjoy are corrupted, and the metals likewise; the gold must be debased by some other material to fit it for our service . . . Of the pleasures and the good things we have, there is not one exempt from some mixture of pain and discomfort . . . Toil and pleasure, very unlike in nature, are nevertheless joined by I know not what natural association.  Socrates says that some god tried to lump together and confuse pain and pleasure, but that, not being able to come out successful, he decided to couple them, at least by the tail . . . When I confess myself religiously to myself, I find that the best virtue has some tincture of vice . . . Man, in all things and throughout, is but patchwork and motley.”

From We Taste Nothing Pure

His ideas in action here.

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“Django Unchained”

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

Django Unchained movie stillThe latest in Tarantino’s Minorities Get Revenge on White People Series, the director said on Fresh Air that if the audience doesn’t cheer Django at the end, he’s failed. Well, the audience I saw it with didn’t cheer. [I’m hiding the rest below the fold as it contains spoilers.]

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A Reprobate Ancestor

Fenster writes:

Alternative living arrangements now have a somewhat chic air about them.

There’s cohousing, latter-day countercultural and perennially about to bloom as the boomers retire.

A Brooklyn Cohousing Project

A Brooklyn Cohousing Project

There’s the micro-apartment option, the fun new craze for urban-bound but poor youth in high rent areas.

$1500/mo

$1500/mo.  This comes with tiny galley kitchen but not all micros do.

And there’s even AirBnB, a nifty device that cannot just snag a villa in Tuscany but a shared room in Brooklyn.

Just $749 a month

Just $749 a month.

All very up-and-up, neat, clean and middle-class, and all of the above in Brooklyn even.

Here’s an interesting article outlining the lineage that runs back from these three nice alternatives to a slightly more reprobate ancestor: the boarding house.

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While boarding houses had their middle-class and upscale examples (see the upscale Brooklyn boarding house above), over time they became associated with low-life issues, and more or less petered out (survived also by SROs and half-way houses) in the early 20th century.  Some of the old-fashioned low-end types survive, including in Brooklyn,

Somewhere near the last exit . . .

Somewhere near the last exit . . .

but they tend to operate at the fringe of legality.  Over time, the idea settled in that people and families ought to be separately quartered, or else run the risk of bad living habits, or worse.

Recall the comic premise of Arsenic and Old Lace–that murderous goings-on were possible in Brooklyn boarding houses.

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Romance (vice?) was possible, too, in Brooklyn boarding houses.

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Anyway, the article is worth reading.  The effect of historical change is often, and inevitably, to stash memory away in the basement, along with the 13 bodies.  It is often amazing to me to consider how different things were within living memory, and how we are so often invited by the present to picture the past as just a younger version of the self.

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Juxtaposin’: Fantasies of the Internet Relationship Seeker

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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