Continued from PART 1 of the Blogpost.
Topics discussed: The Third Man, Harry Lime, virtues and subvirtues, Andrei Rublev, Stalker, Solaris, Andrei Tarkovsky, Nostalghia, Excalibur, Requiem for a Dream, Darren Aronofsky, Kenji Mizoguchi, Medieval Era, Akira Kurosawa, Record of a Living Being, I Live in Fear, Ran, Lady Kaeda, Zabriskie Point, Ugetsu Monogatari, Robert Bresson, Chinatown, Dark Patriarch, Ohayo, Yasujiro Ozu, Dodeskaden, Being John Malkovich, Fellini Satyricon, Michael Cimino, Heaven’s Gate, I Vitelloni, La Dolce Vita, Theo Angelopoulos, Vampyr, Carl Dreyer, the power of TV, Sabrina Rubin Erderly, omnipotent objectivity, omnipotent subjectivity, impure purism, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Thing, John Carpenter, Ingmar Bergman, Private Confession, Sunday’s Children, Best Intentions, Emir Kusturica, Time of the Gypsies.
Anyway, as Steve Judd and Gil Westrum are naturally head-and-shoulders above the rest, there’s a regal quality about Deke Thornton and Pike Bishop missing in most others. Dutch is certainly superior to the Gorches and Old Man Sykes(who is sort of like the old patriarch in STRAW DOGS), but he too seems more a follower than a leader. He is capable and even something of a frontier ‘philosopher’, but he’s more the rudder than the steer. Pike and Deke are superior men in a barbarian world(thereby imbued with qualities that can rise above barbarism). In a barbarian world, even men of superior qualities — even good men — must live by barbarism. In contrast, people who freely/individually choose to become criminals within the heart of civilization are likely to be men with low moral qualities — unless society is under severe socio-economic duress, like Japan and Germany following World War II, accounting as to why even good men were, at least for awhile, compelled to deal in the black market and even resort to criminal means to survive. Why does the father turn to thievery himself at the end of Vittorio DeSica’s BICYCLE THIEVES — he turns to thievery but doesn’t quite become a thief because he needs a bike to keep his job; in contrast, the guy who stole his bike has turned to a life of crime; it’s the difference between a man who’s tempted into thievery out of desperation(like the woodcutter who stole the missing dagger) and a man who shamelessly embraces it(like the commoner who happily took the baby’s clothing) at the end of RASHOMON. If even good men can turn to crime or questionable practices during times of economic collapse and hardship, there are some who revel in nihilism and opportunity for plunder. Consider Harry Lime in THE THIRD MAN who is a charming sociopath. Lime is completely without conscience about anything except his own money, thrills, and advantages. He will sell anything and betray anything to get what he wants. Even his friend and lover are mere ants in the grand design of things. As he’s intelligent and has a winning personality, he can make anyone fall in love with him or care about him, but their feelings don’t go reciprocated, at least not in any meaningful way as he’s capable of killing or betraying even the closest friend or most devoted lover just to get a lucky break for himself. (One wonders if the woman herself is a sociopath because she doesn’t seem to care about anything except for Lime even though his black market schemes have hurt and even killed many innocent people, even babies. Or could it be that her sense of morality is more traditionalist than individualist: more about blind loyalty than conscience? Or could it be her sense of truth/honor is more about individuality than the conventional: personal over social? Or does romance have its own kind of nihilism that extinguishes all conventional sense of right and wrong? Ironically, the Joseph Cotten character’s love for humanity makes him turn against his old friend Lime, but the woman’s love for Lime makes her turn away from humanity.)
|Alida Valli in THE THIRD MAN - The Nihilism of Love|
|THE THIRD MAN - Orson Welles as Harry Lime|
So, the rich folks and elites felt they should be moral exemplars to the rest of America. In truth, of course, many rich folks were not, but they did see the importance of setting the right kind of examples for the public. Like the saying goes,"fish rots from the head." Also, members of the elites supported social reform movements that not only sought material improvement of the poor but the instillment of moral(and/or spiritual)virtues among underclass folks. So, goodness wasn’t just about goods & services provided for the people but about values centered around shame, responsibility, and obligation(to self and society). As stuff like welfare was less extensive or unavailable back then, it was all the more important for people to behave responsibly since bad behavior could easily lead to destitution for oneself and the family. The social reform movements of American prior to the 1960s stressed not only the role of government and obligation of rich folks but also the need for everyone, including poor folks, to take a good stock of themselves and lead exemplary lives. This was true of communism as well. Even though it called for radical revolution against the ruling capitalist class and lionized the worker, it also stressed that workers had to be good comrades who led decent lives. The workers had to be responsible to themselves and to their fellow workers; they shouldn’t just sit on their asses and bitch and whine about how ‘society’ owes them everything. In order for them to take from society, they had to make and contribute to society. And they had to forsake decadence and wanton indulgences associated with capitalism, consumerism, and narcissism.
In a way, one could argue that the West, in the aftermath of WWII, combined the best of capitalism and socialism. It allowed capitalism to create vast amounts of wealth, and this wealth was taxed and used for vast social programs. And this model worked more or less in America and Western Europe. In contrast, communism failed all over the world.
As for a pure libertarian-capitalist economy, it has never existed anywhere in the world.
In the long run, the Postwar Western Compromise corrupted socialist values through bureaucratism and consumerism. As providing services for the needy became mostly a government affair of shuffling papers and doling out payments, both the givers and takers became faceless and soulless to one another. For the government it was just about passing out goodies without moral instruction/inspiration, and for the needy it was just a matter of expecting a free ride as an entitlement. So, if traditional social reform sought not only to ameliorate poverty but save or uplift the souls of the poor, the new socialism just allowed people to take stuff without any conscience or reflection. Even up to the New Deal, the government was careful not to encourage morally dubious behavior like having children out of wedlock or making single-mothers economically independent of the fathers of their children. Though the New Deal didn’t promote moral values, it was nevertheless mindful not to encourage moral degradation. But then, with the Great Society, American socialism became utterly corrupted by policies that thoughtlessly and systematically encouraged the kind of behavior that led to shamelessness, degradation, wantonness, and self-righteousness among the underclass, especially among blacks who are prone to act apelike if given half the chance. (And such attitudes even spread to the upper classes that became dependent on ‘corporate welfare’ and massive bailouts for their own bad behavior, as we witnessed in the Great Recession with the meltdown of the finance sector. Indeed, the mind-sets of both the rich and the poor mirror one another in America. The Wall Street uber-class thinks, "Why shouldn’t we get bailed out too when so many Americans are living of the government?" Besides, they are ‘too big to fail.’ Wall Street rationalizes that since it paid a tremendous amount in taxes to support government programs when the times were good, it should be bailed out in turn by the government when the times are bad. Wall Street would rather not discuss how it made its fortunes during ‘good times’ through all kinds of nefarious means that actually brought about the recession. (Wall Street rigs the market during good times to rake in most of the profits, but such excesses eventually bring about a severe downturn. But insiders know when to pull out before the market crashes, and furthermore, they can expect favorite treatment and even bailouts from the governments to carry them through to the next bubble in which they will, once again, be ahead of everyone in raking in the profits and avoiding the losses. Put the money before the bubble and pull out the money before the bubble crashes. Is it any wonder that Jews got so rich?) As for the ‘left’ and the poor, their only moral argument is "since rich folks got so much, we should have some too even if we are louts, losers, parasites, punks, and hussies, etc." It’s based on envy and resentment than on any set of moral principles. This kind of socialism was bound to bring down the black community before any other since blacks are naturally more shameless, less inhibited, more excessive, less inclined to be reflective about life. So, almost immediately, the Great Society, along with the righteous rage unleashed by the Civil Rights Movement, racial arrogance represented by the likes of Muhammad Ali, and hedonistic music of the youth culture, dealt a disastrous blow on the black community. The decline of white communities happened more gradually, but it’s obvious from Great Britain and troubled white communities in the US that a program that rewards stupid behavior and offers no moral suasion will hasten social decay and degradation.
|White Underclass - Meth Epidemic|
What good is ‘diversity’ and ‘inclusion’ if diverse populations of people act like idiots, clowns, and retards? Is a ‘diversity’ of people acting bad preferable to homogeneity of people acting good? Diversity in and of itself is a social-demographic condition, it is not a moral good. If there’s a bunch of white idiots, their lot is not improved by mixing with black idiots, brown idiots, and yellow idiots. And if opposing ‘racism’ means one shouldn’t be unduly hateful or hostile toward people of a different tribe or race, who can argue with that? But in the US, the issue of ‘racism’ means that whites have NO MORAL AUTHORITY to say anything negative or damning about blacks NO MATTER how blacks go out of their way to degrade their own communities and then smear their own problems like shit on all the other communities. Especially because blacks are naturally the most aggressive and dangerous race in America — a scientific fact that cannot be denied — , the PC use of ‘racism’, in muffling necessary criticism of blacks, has done incalculable moral harm to America.
As for ‘homophobia’, if it means that some people are born with weird ‘sexual’ tendencies and should be left alone to practice them, it’s workable for everyone. But the cult of ‘homophobia’ would have us believe that anyone who opposes the radical ‘gay agenda’ is psychologically ill and/or evil and has no right to gain employment, hold a job, practice right of free speech, or speak honestly and factually about the true nature of homosexuality. It is especially dangerous because homos are, by nature, morally problematic due to personalities that tend to be overly narcissistic, bitchy, hissy, sneering, and snotty. This is why civilizations usually began to crumble when the elites began to take their cues from the homos. As homos tend to be creative, they have contributed much to society in arts and culture, but homosexuality has never been in good graces with social morality since the very nature of homosexuality is at odds with the truth of nature. Homosexuality is a natural lie. People born homosexual have been led to believe that male anuses are sex organs or that a vagina can have ‘sex’ with a vagina. Just as people who are born dyslexic suffer from ‘natural visual lie’ that makes them see words in the wrong order, homosexuals were born with a ‘natural mental lie about sex’ that makes them prefer gross and/or weird kind of ‘sex’ that makes no biological sense and, in the case of male homos, is absolutely putrid for it involves men getting their penises with fecal matter up anuses that were designed by nature for the purpose of defecation. Homosexuality is like ‘dySEXia’. Nature can lie to us. It’s like some people are naturally born with schizophrenia that makes them see and hear stuff that doesn’t exist or isn’t happening. Homosexuals are born with minds and biochemical systems that lie to them about the proper function of their minds. So, even though the likes of Tim Cook have taken up gallons of sperm inside their fecal holes, they think they’ve performed proper, healthy, and wonderful kinds of ‘sex’. Tim Cook even thinks God blessed him with homosexuality; he must think God intended the male anus to be a poo-sy. He thinks this way because homosexuality programmed his mind with ‘natural lies’ about sex. (Perhaps the faculty of memory has made all higher organisms somewhat quasi-schizophrenic because memory allows them to beware of things that no longer exist. Real-reality is only the present as the past is gone forever, yet memory makes the past live on in our minds as phantoms. It is all the more troubling because no piece of memory is accurate; it is a distortion of one’s faulty recollection of what happened. It is because our minds are able to distinguish memory — and fantasy — from our awareness of the present[the only true reality that is ever-changing] that we are able to remain sane and functional. But when the borderline breaks down between memory and the awareness-of-the-present[as in A DEATH OF A SALESMAN] or between fantasy and the awareness-of-the-present[as in MULHOLLAND DR.], people slip into something like a schizophrenic state. In the case of the hero of MEMENTO, he is trapped in a state of cold ‘insanity’ because he is the victim of both ‘memory’ and ‘loss of memory’. He might have fared better if he lost all his memory. Then, he would be lost in the world but also comfortably numb. He would have to start from scratch and gain a new sense of reality. Or if he had full memory, he would know that he’d gotten his revenge on the man who raped and killed his wife, and he would go on with life with a sense of satisfaction. But his memory is a case of half-and-half. He remembers with clarity the murder of his wife, indeed as if it happened yesterday. That element of the ever receding past is forever occupying his present mind. He is trapped in past memory, but he can’t escape it because no matter what he does to redeem it, he will forget that the redemption-via-revenge had taken place. [I suppose he could tattoo something on his body to remind himself that he got revenge on the murderer of his wife, and then he could be reminded over and over, via the tattoo, that his wife had already been avenged every time he feels angry about the incident and wants revenge. But even as he’d be reminded of the revenge, he would feel empty because he remembers nothing of satisfaction of the moment.] Had his mental condition afflicted him when he was feeling no strong passion about anything, he might have ended up like the bald-headed guy who just sits around the living room with nothing to do. As the bald-headed guy lost his ability to retain new memory when everything was going well in his life, he is forever locked in the emotional state of normalcy. In contrast, the hero of MEMENTO lost his ability to retain new memory when he was filled with absolute terror and rage about what had happened to himself and wife during a home invasion. Because he cannot retain new memory to resolve the memory of the crime, he is forever trapped in the mode of the Terminator with iron determination to find and kill the man or men who killed his wife. Incidentally, how could the man know that he cannot absorb new memory? He must have been told of this condition AFTER the head trauma that caused his problem, but since the condition doesn’t allow for retainment of new memory, how could he remember what the doctors told him?) Another PC virtue is fighting ‘antisemitism’, and if this means being wary of Neo-Nazi lunatics and the like, what sane person would disagree? It is a good to be alert to the dangers of radical racial hatreds and supremacist racial ideologies. But as practiced in our Jewish-dominated society, the so-called war against ‘antisemitism’ blinds us to the immense power of Jews. Furthermore, it pressures us to worship Jews as the superior race with special wisdom, to support Jewish power/influence no matter what it does(even when it robs trillions through Wall Street and Las Vegas, even when it ignites horrible wars all over the Middle East, provokes aggressions in places like Ukraine, crushes and oppresses Palestinians, spreads the filth of ‘gay marriage’, uses the hammer of Political Correctness to erode away our freedoms and liberties, spreads vile anti-white propaganda[as Sabrina Rubin Erdely did with her rape hoax article in ROLLING STONE], and destroys or leeches economically off nations like Russia, Iran, and others.) Virtue isn’t about mindless worship of certain ideas or peoples. ‘Anti-racism’ can be a virtue insofar as one race doesn’t unduly hate upon another race, but it is a vice when the burden of ‘tolerance’ is placed entirely on one race while other races are given a free pass to hate and fulminate all they want. In the US, blacks and Jews are pretty much allowed to hate other races and groups with complete license. So, blacks can rip on whites all they want, and Jews can use their immense media power to attack & vilify white gentiles, Wasps, Christians, Mormons, Muslims, Arabs, Russians, Chinese, Persians, etc. The PC ‘virtues’ that prevail in America says that some groups are automatically ‘virtuous’ by the way of their collective narrative and identity of ‘suffering’. Since Jews are tagged with the Holocaust, they are automatically virtuous forever. "Holocaust or HoLove means never having to say you’re sorry." And blacks feel that they can mooch off slavery forever. They went from freedom-riders to free-riders. Jews, Negroes, and homos don’t feel obligated to cultivate any virtue based on truth, honesty, and integrity since their identity justifies their automatic sense of virtue. So, even as Jordan Belfort was doing all those lousy things, he morally justified his foulness on his grandfather denial into some Wasp golf club. So, even as Jayson Blair lied and cheated during his stint at the New York Times, he justified it on the grounds of getting even with ‘racist’ whitey and "burning down the master’s house". So, even as Chris Hughes threw his money around like the corrupt bastard that he is to win friends and favors in high places, he acts like a saintly homo, a blessing to the world. And even though Sabrina Rubin Erderly willfully told a big lie to boost her career and vilify white gentile males, she doesn’t feel an iota of remorse or guilt and hasn’t apologized to the fraternity. Not only has she not come forward and issued an apology but there has been no public pressure for her to do so. But then, Jews control public opinion. She can keep her head low and wait for it to blow over, and then continue with her journalism career simply because she is a Jew protected by her own tribe that dominate media and academia. According to PC, virtue is less a matter of individual integrity than collective identity. So, if a white gentile straight male is a fine husband, great father, a hard worker, and wonderful neighbor BUT calls out on black violence, homosexual deviancy, and Jewish corruption, none of his virtues as an individual matter in the eyes of PC. He is to be reviled as an ‘evil white male’ who is guilty of sins of ‘racism’, ‘homophobia’, and ‘antisemitism’. But a black guy who refuses to take care of his children, a homosexual who indulges in all kinds of decadent debauchery, and a Jewish guy who misuses US foreign policy to crush Palestinians has nothing to feel ashamed about because they are protected by their automatic collective ‘virtue’ of having the identity that happens to be favored by Jewish-controlled PC.
Anyway, because ‘virtue’ has become a matter of identity than individuality, it has all but lost its meaning. There’s a dearth of appreciation of genuine virtue in our culture. Among non-whites, Jews, and homos, ‘virtue’ is just a game of screaming "we are eternal victims". For example, the likes of Abe Foxman never have to prove why they are so wonderful other than they are Jewish. For whites, ‘virtue’ means having to accommodate Jews, blacks, and homos in all their demands. If the only thing a ‘virtuous’ black person needs to do is scream and holler, the only thing a ‘virtuous’ white person can do is listen and shut up. The current political morality is especially damaging to poor whites. With less emphasis on individual moral virtue, many poorer elements of the white population are falling into disarray through drug use, having children out of wedlock, interracism with Negroes, divorce, and other social maladies. What passes for ‘virtue’ among poor white Americans is making Clint Eastwood’s AMERICAN SNIPER the highest grossing War Movie ever. Never mind that the soldier on which the movie is based on has been proven to be a pathological liar and even a psychopathic killer. He is hailed for his ‘virtuousness’ because he joined the US military and mindlessly followed orders to invade another country and shoot people. That is what passes for ‘conservative virtue’: mindless obedience of AIPAC to go to the Middle East and kill ‘muzzies’ while Jews continue to destroy white America.
As for intelligent and educated whites, there remains a kind of ‘subvirtue’ that sees them through the morass and minefield of cultural decadence. Though they may not uphold or defend traditional or ‘conservative’ virtues, they nevertheless have an instinctive sense of what works and what doesn’t when it comes to life’s choices. They know diligence, dedication, loyalty, commitment, and responsibility are good qualities to have. They may not preach such virtues as they’re tagged with ‘conservatism’, but they still practice them as ‘subvirtues’ or silent/hushed virtues. It’s like some black students who are smart and into studying will pretend like they don’t give a shit about school to win coolness points and street credit — as it’s uncool to ‘act white’ in black schools — , but they know what works and what doesn’t. So, on their own, they do study and they do go to good schools and make it in life. Just like serious/intelligent black kids talk the talk(that says school sucks) but walk a different walk(where school really does matter), many smart and educated white Liberal urbanites talk as if traditional/individual virtues are so passe, but their own life choices are not far from the old virtues. However, one vital virtue is missing in their lives — as with smart blacks who study but pretend not to — , and that is honesty. Honesty is a key virtue, but PC doesn’t allow it. So, people walk this way but talk that way. For people to be honest, they need courage, but PC doesn’t allow that either. Why? Because one needs to courage to notice things and say like it really is, but if such were to happen all across America, the house of cards of Jewish-Homo power will crumble almost instantly. In a honest and courageous world, virtue would abound in the minds, mouths, and action of most people. But in a world of cowardice and dishonesty, virtue can only exist as ‘subvirtues’ that go undercover. But ‘subvirtues’ cannot be true virtues because true virtues must be upheld and defended with honesty and courage. It’s like smart blacks in black schools cannot say that they like to learn because they’ll be accused and even attacked by other black students for ‘acting white’ or ‘acting uncool’. So, they practice the virtue of knowledge as a ‘subvirtue’ when no one is looking. It’s good that some smart black kids do learn and do rise above others, but it cannot be called a real virtue because they lack the honesty and courage to speak out on their true nature of their success.
PC ideology also has a way of degrading virtue by insisting that social/economic success is all a matter of luck and privilege. So, it’d be bad form for white kids to take pride in their hard work since it was ‘white privilege’ that open the doors to their success. So, their virtues are dismissed as illusory. This would be true enough if we’re talking about the likes of George W. Bush who was indeed born into great riches and privilege. But what about all the whites and non-whites who were born into modest means but achieved more than those born into riches? Were their successes all about ‘privilege’ too, especially since many people who’ve done well are non-whites, especially among Asians? And how is it that Jews, though claiming antisemitic discrimination in America, have done so much better than all other white groups?
It is no wonder that so many people don’t want to hear about virtue anymore. While hard work is a virtue in its own right, people can be hard-at-work against virtue to rake in the big bucks. It’s like diligence is a virtue, but the elites in the entertainment can diligently work to promote the kinds of anti-values that turn young people into slouches, leeches, and parasites. Consider the movie MARGIN CALL where everyone in the financial industry works very hard but to what end? At cheating everyone else to save themselves at the expense of others. So, one kind of virtue can attack other kinds of virtues. So, no single virtue is sufficient on its own. Loyalty is a virtue, but loyalty among gangster thugs or corrupt cops means conspiracy to cheat society. This is the central conflict of THE PRINCE OF THE CITY where a cop has to choose between the virtue of loyalty to his partners and the virtue of loyalty to the principle of the law. So, true virtue is a coordination of single virtues that, each on its own, isn’t sufficient to make for a good person. Loyalty, diligence, discipline, honesty, patience, commitment, trust, responsibility, accountability, courage, and other virtues must all work in tandem and in mindful interaction with one another. Even superior virtue like courage or honesty, on its own, isn’t appropriate for all times as life is often a matter of diplomacy, compromise, strategy, and pragmatism. Trust is a virtue but not to be wasted on those who don’t deserve it. Indeed, look what happened to Europe when it trusted Hitler in 1939. And look what has happened to the West since the end of WWII as the result of trusting hideous and vile Jews. Trusting the trustworthy and working at being trustworthy oneself is a virtue, but trusting the likes of Bernie Madoff and Barack Obama is not a virtue but rank stupidity borne of willful naivete and/or political fantasies planted in the mind by PC.
Anyway, if the more intelligent and better educated have the subtle appreciation of ‘subvirtues’ that are practiced quietly, the less intelligent and less sophisticated have no such understanding. They can only understand and appreciate the kind of virtue that is sounded loud and clear. As our society no longer promotes the old virtues in any loud and clear way, the dumber and less well-educated elements of society have no real sense of virtue and fall prey to filth that is now American popular culture that celebrates mindless violence, sexual licentiousness, wanton appetites, excessive narcissism, rampant drug use, and total cultural amnesia(except about how MLK is the new ‘founding father’). Since Liberals control history and as history has become conflated with ‘white guilt’, American Conservatives have become ahistorical or even anti-historical because historical memory in Jew-dominated America is mostly about white evils in the past. (Even though history books still credit whites for most of the great achievements in science, math, technology, philosophy, arts, and etc. — Charles Murray especially out of his way in his HUMAN ACHIEVEMENT, which really should be called WHITE MALES ACHIEVED MOST OF EVERYTHING — , whites are no longer allowed to historically own morality and righteousness. Owning morality is more powerful than owning credit for amoral achievements in sciences and technology. After all, even National Socialist Germany produced its share of great scientists and innovators — especially in rocket science — , but no one thinks to defend Nazi Germany. Anne Frank who died before she accomplished anything has 6 million times more moral credit than Werner von Braun or Werner Heisenberg. Western Civilization is steeped in Biblical moralism — even in the secular era — , and nothing matters more in Western historiography than moral righteousness. But Jews took moral righteousness away from whites. So, it doesn’t matter if history books mention that Thomas Edison and the Wright Brothers were white. Since whites are tagged with ‘racism’, even the lowliest Negro who done nothing is deemed morally more righteous and powerful; indeed, even Negro thugs are lionized as ‘freedom fighters’. Besides, as white history is tagged with ‘white privilege’, even white achievements are undervalued as the product of exploitation of other peoples. In other words, had there been no ‘racism’, Thomas Edison and the Wright Brothers might have been black. Had there been no ‘racism’, black Africa would have built the first tanks and airplanes. Today, Western Europe is many times more successful than black Africa, but black Africans own all the moral credits, and therefore, rich Europe is morally pressured to take in more and more African migrants.)
It’s no wonder that many American Conservatives prefer to watch super-hero movies, sci-fi movies, and etc than remember past history and heritage of their people. White history has been degraded by the Jewish academia and by stuff like 12 YEARS A SLAVE and DJANGO UNCHAINED.
|Great White Man degraded by Hideous Jews who demand that white American support the Zionist mass-slaughter of totally innocent Palestinians.|
Ironically, Liberal Jews have a much richer and deeper sense of their own history than white gentile Conservatives do. Jews, even Liberal ones, feel justified by their own history and heritage, whereas white gentiles feel condemned and reviled by remembrance of their history and heritage, not least because Jews and white Liberal collaborators who control the history departments have re-jiggered white/western history to make white gentiles feel sorry and ashamed of just about everything their ancestors did. Conservatism is no longer about appreciation of the past as the white past has been so discredited by Jews. Then, it is no wonder that more and more white Conservatives are moving toward libertarianism that is like a Year Zero attack on the true meaning of conservatism. Libertarianism tells everyone to just reject the past and look forward to the future as ‘free individuals’ without roots, indeed whose main interests are gambling, drugs, legalization of prostitution, and sucking up to Jews. But how long can such a shallow community or (anti)culture survive?
Without a loud-and-clear preachment of true virtues for the dumb and less educated(who are too dim to understand how ‘subvirtues’ work), many poorer white folks are beginning to lose everything. They are no longer guided and led by the successful and/or educated whites. There isn’t even a viable labor movement to organize them into a united bloc of economic power. Poor whites really have nothing going for them in the Western World. Just look at the yob-ization of the white British underclass or the spread of meth and other drugs in small town white communities. They’ve lost the old virtues that had provided them with some kind of moral-social-spiritual compass in life. They don’t have the smarts to become affluent and successful like smarter whites do. Smarter whites no longer feel any kind of responsibility as guiding lights to the poorer whites. And poor whites, though at the bottom of society and growing poorer, lack even the political advantage of playing the ‘victim card’ that is readily available not only to poor blacks and Hispanics but to super-rich Jews and rich homosexuals. Rich straight white gentiles may have no ‘moral authority’, but they have money and privilege. Poor blacks may have no money but they have ‘moral privilege’. By the virtue of having been born black, they can invoke ‘Selma’ and play ‘noble victim’. They can riot and loot and get away with it.
|The horror of being poor and white in America|
Anyway, even though Pike, Deke, Dutch, and Angel grew up in a quasi-barbarian world and ‘naturally’ took to a life of outlawry, there’s nevertheless something to suggest that they might have gone in another direction. It’s like both the characters in RIDE THE HIGH COUNTRY could have gone either way. Judd says that had it not been for an older mentor who set him straight, he might have joined up with some gang. And throughout the movie, we see how Gil is himself conflicted with what he’s about to do. His need to persuade Judd to be a partner-in-crime suggest a subconscious ambivalence and self-doubt. It’s a kind of a moral Catch-22. He wants Judd to join him in the theft so that he could feel morally validated. After all, if he could convince a righteous man like Judd, then the theft would be justified. But if Judd were to go along, then he would no longer be good and righteous. Westrum will have corrupted Judd, and Judd’s partnership-in-crime would have no moral value. Westrum’s Dilemma is he wants Judd’s moral approval of the theft, but such an approval would rob Judd of his righteousness. If Westrum were totally evil, he would have just shot Judd in the back and taken off with the gold/money. In a way, his attempt to persuade Judd is also a means by which he is trying to suppress his own moral doubts about what he’s about to do. He doesn’t just want to run off with the gold/money but want moral justification for what he’s about to do. If he could convince Judd, it would mean that they didn’t so much commit a crime as take what is rightfully their on the premise that they weren’t properly rewarded/compensated for their sacrifices. If Judd, a more righteous man, were to agree with him, then Gil could have both the gold and a sense of moral justification. So, there is conflict within Gil that makes him more like a semi-barbarian than a criminal.
|RIDE THE HIGH COUNTRY - Gil Westrum and Steve Judd|
And Tommy(Joe Pesci) is a complete psychopath. There’s nothing in him that could be called a soul. And Henry(Ray Liotta) may be less violent and murderous than the other two, but his shallowness of character keeps him playing amoral toady to others with bigger balls. And in the end, no one has any sense of honor, not even among thieves. To save their own skin, they will kill or betray anyone, even someone they’d been close to all their lives. Henry is convinced that Jimmy has targeted him for the kill and squeals to the Feds. Perhaps, the only one who has any sense of ‘honor of thieves’ is Paulie who, at the very least, stuck by people close to him(unless they got totally out-of-hand like Tommy). If anything, he got soft in sparing Henry after the drug bust. Though he refuses help to Henry — except for a small bundle of cash — , he decides not to have him whacked. Henry lied to Paulie, and he should really be grateful that Paulie spared his worthless ass, but he whines like he’s the wronged party because Paulie won’t protect him. And then, to save his own butt, he spills the beans on everyone, even Paulie who’d been a mentor to him all his life. There isn’t even honor among thieves among the killers of GOODFELLAS.
|GOODFELLAS - Paulie tells Henry not to deal in drugs.|
In the case of Henry in GOODFELLAS, we learn that he just didn’t care for school and Pledge of Allegiance and all that stuff. He wanted the fast and easy life, and gangsterism was his ticket. Though not without charm and sometimes even mildly likable — we can understand why a nice Jewish girl like Karen could fall for him — , he oozes with reptilian sliminess as he goes through life with utter contempt for humanity and morality. Even with his associates and superiors, there is no real attachment or respect; there isn’t even self-respect. It’s all about saying and doing the ‘right things’ to get his piece of the action. Sadly, what goes for GOODFELLAS could be said to apply to American politics and business that is now almost entirely dominated by Jews and homosexuals. Even non-Jewish and non-homo businessmen cower before Judeo-Homo pressure in everything they do. Especially as Jews and Homos cannot be called out for their bad behavior, bullying tactics, corruption, greed, hypocrisy, and vileness, they throw their weight around with a combination of gangsterism and moralism. We now have Wall Street sharks, Las Vegas robber-barons, Silicon Valley tax evaders, Walmart oligarchs, and Hollywood tycoons pushing the ‘gay marriage’ racket on everyone. The most crooked, sociopathic, greedy, vain, and ruthless elite members of society fund and force a ‘moral campaign’ that privileges the vanities of sexual deviants, perverts, and freaks as the paragons of the New Normal and New Morality.
If THE WILD BUNCH were set in barbarian Europe, it would be men like Pike and Deke who might create something like the beginnings of an aristocratic order. They have an innate quality that is about something other than reveling in mayhem and pillaging. Though born and raised barbarian, their understanding of power goes beyond raw brutality. It’s like when Vito Corleone and Clemenza first meet, Clemenza is the big man with the gun who acts tough whereas Vito just tags along like a dog. But it’s not long before Vito gains dominance over both Clemenza and Sal with his superior intelligence, tougher nerves(intelligent courage with foresight than stupid reckless bravado), sounder character(that is above the petty thievery of Clemenza), and penchant for strategy. Without Vito, Clemenza would have chased after small potatoes all his life. But with Vito at the helm, Clemenza knows they can go for the whole sack. But it has to be Vito’s way because he has the right combination of intelligence, forethought, shrewdness, resolve, subtlety, kindness, and patience. Without Vito’s coaching and management, men like Clemenza would just be brawlers through life, not skilled boxers. Indeed, in the last part of THE GODFATHER, Clemenza can’t understand why Michael is asking him to cave into Barzini. He thinks in simple binaries of either going over to Barzini or sticking with Michael. He has no comprehension that Michael has something up his sleeve. Pantengeli is much the same way in THE GODFATHER PART 2. He says, "Mike, I don’t understand. I don’t have your brains... for big deals." A barbarian world of only barbarian personalities like the Gorches will likely remain barbarian. There will be chieftains and leaders, but they will be unlikely to transform their world into a higher social order. They will just be barbarian kings ruling over barbarians. It’s generally understood that being civilized, as opposed to being barbarian, is a matter of education, training, and culture; but, it is also a matter of personality insofar as some people are naturally born with more aristocratic personalities. In THE GODFATHER, Sonny surely got more schooling than Vito Corleone who arrived all alone in America, but Vito has the regal personality whereas Sonny is a childish hothead. Though Michael got fancy education, his superior qualities are innate. He’s naturally smarter than Sonny and better able to control his emotions and use his mind instead. He’s better at seeing the big picture. And when necessary, he has nerves of steel, as when he saves his father from the hospital and avenges him later in a restaurant. Even when he calls for a vendetta against Sollozo the ‘Turk’ and the Irish-American cop, he carefully lays it out so that it sounds like ‘business’, thereby winning over Tom Hagen(who has a yen for anything ‘business’-like over anything that sounds ‘personal’). And Michael bides his time as he plots to get rid of Carlo. In contrast, Sonny flies off the handle whenever he gets angry. While not dumb, he is often stupid because of his brutal personality(and wild sexual appetites). He’s like Bill Clinton who, for all his intelligence, messed things up over the stupidest things he could easily have avoided. Education isn’t enough to create civilized personalities. If anything, the expansion of higher education hasn’t so much civilized the barbarianites as barbarized the higher institutions. Colleges became party schools. The curricula became dumber and baser, stupider and more dogmatic. Political Correctness is held up as a moral compass, but it is less about cultivating & developing the mind and soul than about controlling young people assumed to be dumb childish animals. Indeed, it’s gotten to the point where one Jewish academic has argued that ‘freedom of speech’ shouldn’t be allowed in colleges because students should be seen as children than adults. The more the colleges have become ‘inclusive’, ‘diversified’, barbarized, and infantilized, the less the students can be trusted to think, feel, and act like responsible adults who can make good use of free speech and inquiry. They must be treated like children, barbarians, or animals. They must be controlled like dogs in obedience school. But then, what led to this new development in college life and student quality? Why are students so shameless and uninhibited about sex and related matters? Why do they show so little interest in genuine intellectual discourse? Indeed, all the recent brouhaha about ‘micro-aggressions’ and ‘trigger warnings’ — the only warnings that would make sense are ‘nigger warnings’ — are not signs of greater civility and sensitivity but evidence of more childishness, stupidity, and obnoxiousness. Among barbarians, one had to be careful because anything could be taken the wrong way and explode into violence. Consider the barbarian-like Hammond brothers in RIDE THE HIGH COUNTRY. When the young guy — partner of Gil — brings Elsa to them, they get mighty suspicious and almost provoke a fight. At first, their suspicion is as to why he escorted Elsa to their camp. But when Elsa reassures the Hammonds that nothing happened and that he was a gentleman, the Hammonds mock him for not having been man enough to have taken advantage of Elsa. With the Hammonds, it’s damned if you do, damned if you don’t. They just revel in trouble and manly rivalry. Ironically, barbarian-ism can be more ‘sensitive’ in a touchy or slighted way than civilization-ism is. While one aspect of barbarism is thick-skinned toughness, another aspect is hair-trigger touchiness as barbarians live in a world without clear rules and regulations. Barbarians are also about warrior pride and must guard their pecking order at all times. Thus, any misread signal can lead to violence. Because barbarian pride is about toughness and macho pride, any perceived or mis-perceived slight can provoke mayhem. Paradoxically, the tough barbarian exterior makes for fragile interior. It’s no wonder that the quasi-barbarian President Andrew Jackson fought so many duels. His sense of honor was offended by the slightest things. The Scotch-Irish in America have been known for their barbarian-like ways and hair trigger temper, made all the worse because they had to deal with Negroes in the South. So, ultra-sensitivity to perceived slights isn’t necessarily on the side of higher civilization or greater civility. There’s also the case of young people who’ve been infantilized and barbarized to the point where they can feel offended and slighted by just about anything and everything. Even if these college students are not physically violent, they are overly sensitive and even hysterical like some nasty Negroes are touchy about anything that is perceived as a slight.
The dynamics between Pike Bishop and the Gorches is sort of like the encounter between Arthur and Uryens. Though Uryens is a knight and Arthur but a young squire, Arthur clears has natural aristocratic qualities whereas Uryens, like Arthur’s father Uther, is a natural barbarian. Uryens usually goes about scowling and hollering. If he were a member of the Bunch, he could be Lyle or Tector. He’s not only rough around the edges but a brute within. Using force and making threats — and ever so often blowing his top — come naturally to him. So, when Arthur presses his sword against Uryens and offers life in exchange for loyalty, Uryens growls like the barbarian that he is. To be sure, Uryens pulls rank on Arthur by declaiming that he is a knight whereas Arthur is a mere squire, but it’s obvious that despite the difference in rank, Arthur is the naturally superior, wiser, and more gifted one. Uryens is a tough battle lord but unfit to be king.
Anyway, Arthur understands the issue at hand — status and rules/regulations are central to civilization and order — and concedes that it simply wouldn’t do for a proud knight to pledge loyalty to a social inferior. So, he hands Excalibur to Uryens to knight him. Of course, Uryens’ immediate reaction is to chop Arthur in two and keep the sword for himself, and one of the other knights tells him to do just that. But Arthur’s example inspires an emotion that Uryens had never felt before. Arthur’s bravery, righteousness, respect, and trust — in tandem with the magic power of Excalibur — impel something within Uryens to surface and acknowledge Arthur as the rightful ruler. For the first time, Uryens feels that his body and his soul are one. Uryens knights Arthur and then falls to his knees in the water and pledges allegiance to the new knight who is also king. Obviously, Uryens wasn’t merely impressed with Arthur’s niceness and decency. In the barbarian world, knights have nice boys and girls for lunch. And Uryens wouldn’t have submitted to Arthur purely out of fear. A man of manly pride, he would have preferred honorable death — especially in front of others — than meek surrender just to save his ass. Arthur has proven his mettle with the sword and has the advantage over Uryens. And yet, Uryens is initially defiant. His attitude is, "kill me, a**hole, see if I care!" What really moves Uryens is Arthur’s alchemic harmonization of the polarities of man. Arthur’s attributes are like an alloy, mixing the hard elements with soft elements, fusing mind and muscle.
|EXCALIBUR - Arthur confused about his destiny.|
|EXCALIBUR - Merlin aids Uther in the peace with Cornwall.|
Anyway, Arthur has a combination of qualities that is surprisingly multi-faceted. He may not be the most intelligent man in the land, but he’s smarter than most. He may not be the strongest man in the land, but he’s very handy with the sword and very brave. He may not be the gentlest man in the land, but there’s something unmistakably decent and gracious about him. He may not be the most daring person in the land, but he’s full of boldness and creative spark. (He is well-rounded in his abilities, and this enables him to work with different kinds of people and serve as their conduit to one another. Suppose type A people like to hang with type A people, type B people like to hang with type B people, type C people like to hang with type C people, type D people like to hang with type D people, and type E people like to hang with type E people. They would not be good at reaching out to one another. But suppose there is a person with facets of A, B, C, D, and E. All these types are natural opposites, but suppose in one certain individual, they’ve become alchemized into a rare blend. Thus, he is able to connect with all kinds of people; and through him and his example as a conduit, different types of people are able to cooperate and understand one another, something that might not have been possible without him. Arthur has this quality about him in a good way. Bill Clinton had such quality about him but in a bad way because he was a cynical opportunist who never cared about anything but himself. He said he felt everyone’s ‘pain’, but it was just shtick. In contrast, Arthur really does try to understand people and get along with them. He heeds the advice of Merlin better than his father did. He’s a good ‘son’ to his stepfather, he’s won the respect of Uryens, and the other knights come to look up to him as the great unifier. He builds a Round Table so that knights who used to fight one another come together in a circle and form a brotherhood. There is something Arthur-like about the character of Pink in DAZED AND CONFUSED. He’s cool with the intellectuals, with the stoners, with the athletes, with older folks[but not so much with the coaches], with the younger kid, and etc. He gets along fine with all kinds of social groups, and he’s full of empathy, but he has his sense of principles too and a certain graciousness that is lacking in his peers. He spares the butt of the freshman but also assures him that if he’s a ‘man’ about it, the very guys who battered his ass will treat him as one of their own. He sees the good but also the negatives of everything and vice versa. United States used to have more such leaders when Wasps used to rule. So, there was room in American politics among the Protestants, Catholics, liberals, conservatives, various regions with their own flavors, and etc. But with the rise of Jews and homos, American political and cultural life is defined by a much narrower rule of what is permissible. So, everyone must be totally slavish to Jews and homos. If the GOP once had room for both pro-Zionists and Arabists, everyone must be a pro-Zionist and all Arabists must be purged and expelled. If, following the fall of the USSR, there was room for various voices on the future American policy on Russia, the rise of Jewish power has meant we must choose globo-Jewish-Homo imperialism against Russia that, shockingly enough, is vilified more today than during the Cold War. During the Cold War, Jews like the Rosenbergs and Sobell even sent atomic secrets to Josef Stalin at a time when all of Eastern Europe had fallen under communist tyranny. There used to be a time when both parties had room for pro- and anti- ‘gay agenda’ voices, but today, every politician has to bend over to the ‘gay agenda’ either in outright obeisance[as among all Democrats] or muted lack of opposition[as among most Republicans]. Since the permissible or ‘acceptable’ perimeters of debate and discourse have been so winnowed down, it’s difficult for any prominent figure in America to play an Arthurian kind of role. He cannot reach out and try to understand different communities and different interests. He must primarily suck up to Jews & Homos and do their bidding and cravenly dump on anyone or any group that is perceived to be in bad graces with hideous Jews and vicious homos. Consider Ted Cruz who oozes with slime. He had the temerity to appear before Christian Arabs whose lives have been devastated as the result of globo-Zionist foreign policy and preach to them that Israel is the best friend of Christian Arabs and that unless they are with Israel, he is not with them. What lowlife scum. Especially given what Zionist Jews have done to Christian Palestinians who are no less oppressed than Muslim Palestinians, why would any Christian Arab believe that Israel is the best friend of the Christian Arab community? It makes no sense, and if Ted Cruz had sense or balls, he would have at least tried to understand why the Christian Arabs are hurting so badly. But his sneering message to the Christian Arab community was that they should get on their knees and pray for Israel and support the likes of Sheldon Adelson’s whose bright foreign policy idea is that Iran should be nuked even though it hasn’t a single nuclear bomb and hasn’t invaded another country as far back as we can remember. And then, there’s the scumbag John McCain. It’d be one thing if McCain lent his ear to the Jewish-American community because, after all, Jews are very powerful in the US. But it’s another thing to be their rabid running dog barking at anyone and anything that is presumed to be the enemy of his master. If McCain were a true statesman, he would try to figure out what really happened in Ukraine. He would try to understand that Ukrainians have legitimate gripes about Russia but also that Russia has valid national interests in Ukraine. He would try to balance out all these considerations and try to work with all sides. But there is nothing Arthurian about him. Instead, he just rolls over before his Jewish masters, plays fetch for them, and barks & tries to bite at whatever and whomever is perceived to the enemy of his master. As Jewish and Homo, or Jomo, power has risen to such heights in the US, America has become far less multi-faceted and multi-dimensional in its social, cultural, moral, and intellectual discourse even as it has become more diverse racially, ethnically, and nationally. The rise of Jewish power and Homo power initially introduced Jewish and Homo concerns as part of the national discourse, but in time, the Jomo Power got so great and overwhelming — their control of few key elite institutions ensures control of everything as the head controls the body — that they began to shut down and prohibit the legitimacy of any group interest and agenda disfavored by Jews and homos. Indeed, it’s gotten a point where a politician is attacked and destroyed for trying to balance the demands of homos with the interests and values of those who don’t agree with the ‘gay agenda’. It’s not enough for homos that they are free to be homo and even get ‘married’ as homos. They demand that all businesses cater to ‘gay marriage’ or be destroyed. And if any politician tries to find a middle ground between homo demands and normal-moral demands, he is to be attacked and vilified as a ‘hater’, and, of course, the Jewish oligarchs, elites, and agents who run the national media provide the firepower for the homo agenda to completely obliterate the opposition. So, according to Jews and Homos, it’s their way or the highway, and that’s that. If they say the debate or discourse is over, we better just obey... or else. If they say ‘this’ is great and that is ‘awful’, we must all be totally for ‘this’ and totally against ‘that’. So, we must all wave the Israeli flag, the symbol of Zionist ethnic cleansing of Palestinians, but we better get rid of all Confederate Flags even though they don’t stand for slavery anymore. So, all politicians better wave the ‘gay rainbow flag’, but they better not say anything nice or admiring about Russia or Putin. It’s all either/or and us-or-them according to the power of Jews and homos. And yet, Jews and homos say we should be proud of the US and EU for being ‘liberal democracies’ when, in fact, they are essentially Jomo oligarchies.) Arthur is something more than a conventional leader. He has a certain spark about him; his little stunt about having Uryens knight him even surprises Merlin. It was a risky move, something that went against the rule book, but Arthur had a sense of the moment and took the chance that would seal his fate, and he proved to be right. A good leader can merely stick to the tried-and-true conventions and formula; he may do a good job but lacks the boldness of vision to transform his domain into something more or higher than what it is already. In contrast, a great leader must have something extra. He must be willing to take a risk once in a while at the crossroads. And Arthur has this spark, this ability to surprise. And this quality isn’t merely a matter of intelligence. He didn’t have time to mull over what to do in the tense moment with Uryens. He had to rely on intuition and inspiration. Though Merlin earlier remarked that Arthur is smart and a good student who catches on quickly, he also knows Arthur has innate qualities that cannot be taught. And in the end, Arthur must go it alone and find the answers from within himself. There is Merlin inside each of us, a voice inside our head that urges us to be more intelligent, more thoughtful, more reflective, more sensible, more cautious, more inspired, more creative, more daring, and etc. It also urges us to seek the balance in things instead of obsessing with a single outlook, single talent, or facet of life. This is especially true for those who seek to teach, lead, and/or inspire others. Some people hear this voice more clearly. For some it’s murky, and for most it’s barely audible. In a way, Merlin speaks to all men, but not all can hear his voice with equal clarity. Uther was close to Merlin, but most of Merlin’s advice fell on deaf ears as Uther was too busy listening to the growls of his stomach and the ‘boing’ of his pud. Uther’s lusts and rages drowned out Merlin’s words. It’s like Patton was a great general(at least in the movie), but his big ego had little patience for whatever wisdom may lay in his soul. Though everyone learns a lot from teachers and books, in the end he or she must learn to listen to his/her inner voice. This voice has dual quality. It is that of the person and yet also disassociated from the person. It is the voice of the person speaking to himself/herself, but it is also the voice of mystery speaking from some unknown recesses of the mind. When Hamlet thinks to himself, who is really doing the thinking? If it is simply him, why is he so filled with doubt and uncertainty? The voice can split into different voices and begin to argue with itself. It can strongly urge one to do something while slyly insinuating that it would be the worst thing one could do. Merlin is a noble character in EXCALIBUR, but he is not above Machiavellian tricks. His ultimate relation to mankind is ambiguous, but he means to inspire men or at least the few men who can hear his voice more clearly to do the right thing in creating a social order of peace, justice, and harmony. But there is also a fatalistic side to Merlin, as if he’d seen all of it before: the hope, the rise, the promise, the fulfilment, the decline, the demise, and collapse; and then the new beginning. The cycles of man’s rise and fall to be repeated over and over and over. Merlin was invested in the righteous kingship of Arthur and the birth of Camelot, but something within him probably knew it would all come to a bad end, and there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it. So, why even bother if mankind will make the same mistakes again and again and a kingdom’s rise will almost inevitably lead to decadence and the fall? Perhaps because hope against futility is the only reason we have for living. Indeed, why do we bother to live when we know we will die one day? Why do we bother to do anything when nothing lasts forever? There is no answer to this except that the life-force within us compels us to keep struggling, fighting, and continuing. Also, if everything good must come to an end, then the corollary must also be true: everything bad must come to an end. Nazism did fall, and so did communism. Then, maybe Liberal Decadence will fall one day as well. And maybe the dirty Jew-Homo scumbags will get their comeuppance one day by biting off way more than they can chew or swallow.
|EXCALIBUR - Morgana's killing machine.|
|The Fall of Everything|
Consider the scene where Pike sits in the room with the Mexican whore after having failed to buy back Angel from Mapache. (Mapache won’t sell his ‘whore’ to Pike for any price. Pike earlier said, "10,000 in gold cuts a lot of family ties", but Mapache won’t cut his ties to Angel for gold. Mapache’s ‘protection’ of Angel from Pike’s ‘materialistic’ offer is a sick twist on fatherly devotion. Mapache prizes Angel as a ‘son-figure’ whose value is beyond money, but then, Mapache holds onto him just to torture and torment. Pike can’t buy back Angel with his gold, but he can buy a whore for the night. But when the whore casts him a strange look when he overpays her, it’s as if Pike can’t buy her either. He bought her body but can’t buy her soul. Or maybe she was taken aback because Pike’s generosity violated her world-view. She’d likely grown accustomed to having men treat her like a piece of meat. Not a pleasant outlook on life but one that offers her some sense of stability. So, how is she to react when a gringo pays her in gold and looks upon as a woman than a whore. If he treated her nice and took her away, it might mean something. But even as he pays her handsomely and treats her gentley, he will nevertheless walk out on her life like all the other men who came and went. Degradation is unpleasant but it offers its own comfort. One gets used to it. So, to a woman who’d grown accustomed to defilement, kindness can be a kind of cruelty. It is why the prostitute in STAGECOACH feels threatened by the love of Ringo[John Wayne]. She’s not used to that sort of thing. It’s why the young girl saved from prostitution in RED BEARD doesn’t know how to react to kindness when the old doctor doesn’t beat her up for bad behavior. It’s why the woman reacts strangely near the end of LIFE OF OHARU[by Kenji Mizoguchi] when a client treats her with kindness. And it’s why the wife in SEVEN SAMURAI prefers to immolate herself the fire than rejoin her husband. She’d grown used to debasement and finds it crueler to reenter normal society. But men can feel the same too. The old lord in RAN eventually abandons all illusions about himself and humanity, so when his youngest son comes to rescue him, his reaction is hostile than grateful. He found comfort in the degradation of the world, so why disturb his peace with darkness?) There’s no dialogue, and there’s nothing he can say to her or she to him. And for all practical purposes, there’s nothing Pike can do about Angel. The only sensible thing is for Pike to just swallow his pride, forget about Angel, and ride off with the gold. And yet, Pike is wound up tight. Even a night of sex with a pretty young Mexican woman failed to console or refreshen him. Even whiskey can’t drown out the pain. It’s a moment more comparable to something like THE LAST TANGO IN PARIS than any action movie or Western. Will Kane(Gary Cooper) had troubled moments in HIGH NOON, but his thoughts and feelings were focused on business-at-hand. He’s the good guy, Frank Miller is the bad guy. He wants to take on Frank Miller, but the town won’t come to his aid, even though he’s doing it for the community. One could argue that Will Kane is really doing it for his own pride than anything else — as half the community seems to resent his having made the town G-rated, thereby reducing the profits of the vice industries like liquor and gambling — , but it is something he has to do, and there is no if’s and but’s about it. Pride or morality, one thing is clear, which is that he, as sheriff, has a job to do. Also, Will Kane is a virtuous man whose only sin, if it is such, is the pride of courage and proper manhood. In contrast, there’s something sleazy about Pike sitting around in a whore’s den. There’s even a baby crying in the corner, and who know who the father is. And though Mapache is a bad guy, Pike is no saint either, and it’s even truer of the Gorches who are with another woman in the adjoining room. Besides, Angel knew the kind of game he was playing and what the risks were. Besides, Angel got himself into this mess in the first place by shooting Theresa and gaining the ire of Mapache, who informs Dutch that it was Teresa’s grief-stricken mother who squealed about the missing cases of rifles and ammunition. Though the mother may seem like a traitor to the village and a rat, we can well understand why a mother would be angry over the murder of her daughter, even if the girl was a hussy. Angel nearly brought disaster on all the Bunch when he shot Theresa, and it was Pike and Dutch’s diplomatic skills that defused the tension. Pike even went further and insisted on having Angel back from Mapache’s goons for the Train heist. It was a risky move, but Pike stood by Angel. So, it’s not the case Pike hasn’t done anything for Angel, and it’s probably why Angel ‘played his string right to the end’. Pike and Dutch have been right by him too all along.
|Mexican whore surprised by Pike's gold.|
The scene with the whore is crucial because it’s where Pike’s fate is decided(or born, which may be the significance of the crying baby), but it is also an isolated moment, an emotional islet or prison cell, that stands apart from the rest of the film driven by propulsive action or drama. Pike’s biggest decision, one of iron resolve, is birthed from a dark interior of indecision. Light emerges from darkness, and we aren’t sure as to how or why, but it feels right, and in that moment, each of the Bunch sense the feeling and come to an agreement. The men who often bickered with words find unity in silence. It is because of the element of psychological uncertainty that the scene is all the more remarkable as Pike arrives at a bold decision.
It’s true that Angel ‘played his strings right to the end’, but he did what was expected of him, and he didn’t have a choice. His choices have been made brutally stark and simple. He would either be tortured and killed without ratting on the Bunch OR be tortured and killed with ratting on the Bunch.
It is doubtful that such a voice murmured in the minds of the Gorches. Sure, they are upset over Angel too, but it’s hard to imagine Lyle or Tector initiating the action by walking over to Pike and saying, "Let’s go". It’s Pike who hears the ‘voice’ in his head, and he’s the only one with the authority and regalness to articulate it into proper gesture and action. When he makes a suggestion, it carries a little more weight than if anyone else does. He has that quality about him, which is why Dutch looks up to him. Dutch is tough guy and a doer, but he lacks the edge. Pike is the spearhead, Dutch is the rod. It just wouldn’t have been the same if Dutch had gone to others and said, "Let’s go". Only Pike could have done it right, and Dutch waits until Pike is ready to lead the pack. It’s like the knights in EXCALIBUR wait for Arthur to heal and come to his senses so he could lead again. In some cases, the passing of one leader is quickly replaced by another who is just as talented. But in other cases, especially in rough & chaotic times, the passing of a key leader can lead to disarray due to reasons of dissension among the ranks or because one else can fill the shoes of the predecessor.
|KAGEMUSHA - Shingen in the Middle: the irreplaceable lord.|
|William F. Buckley at his peak.|
|Pansy-boy Rich Lowry who might as well be a fruitkin.|
The tension in THE WILD BUNCH derives from the oft-realization, especially by Pike and Deke, that their authority isn’t easy to come by. They don’t have the commanding respect that John Wayne’s characters have in nearly all of his movies. Or consider Lee Marvin in THE MAN WHO SHOT LIBERTY VALANCE. Though he fears John Wayne’s character, he is clearly the leader of his gang; and when Wayne’s character is not around, everyone gets out of his way.. John Wayne and Lee Marvin towered over other characters in physicality and personality, and everyone knew it. Or consider someone like James Cagney who wasn’t a big guy but more than made up for his size with tenacious ferocity. His characters were like a wolverine. Joe Pesci in GOODFELLAS and CASINO channeled something of Cagney. Cagney in movies like the PUBLIC ENEMY and WHITE HEAT was a mad dog that kept on biting and attacking and wouldn’t stop until it or its target was dead. A certain recklessness made Cagney’s characters intimidating. They were fearless, and even as they were destined for a violent end, they weren’t gonna go easy. It’s like what Ace Rothstein says of Nicky Santoro in CASINO: "No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him... because he'll keep coming back and back... until one of you is dead." Neither Pike nor Deke is like the characters played by John Wayne or Lee Marvin(and it would have been interesting with Marvin in the role of Pike because it would have been against the type of character he usually played) and certainly not like the characters played by James Cagney, most of whom were psychotic and unhinged. Pike and Deke stand tall, but neither is a Big Man. And they show all the wear-and-tear that never really registered on Wayne, even as the fat one-eyed gunslinger in TRUE GRIT and the cancer-ridden ex-sheriff in THE SHOOTIST. Wayne had become such a national myth that even his less invulnerable roles presented first and foremost the legend than a man. It’s impossible to see THE SHOOTIST as a Western about just any aging gunman of the West. We can’t help but to see it as Wayne’s last hurrah. (It must however be said that, compared to action heroes like Clint Eastwood and especially Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger of the 1980s, there was much that was human and even humanist about Wayne’s screen persona and roles. He towered over other men but was still of the same species, whereas many of the later action heroes seem to be like a race of gods imbued with godlike powers. This cult of invulnerability probably really took off with the 007 movies and the Spaghetti Westerns of Sergio Leone.)
The dynamics of the pursuit is ironic because it’s sort of like the prey hunting the predator. As the Bunch are much tougher gunmen than the bounty hunters, it should be the bounty hunters who should be running from the Bunch than the other way around, but due to certain circumstances, legal and psychological, Pike prefers to run than turn the tables and confront the bounty hunters in open combat. Deke and Pike ride across open spaces in pursuit of one by the other, but there are psychic barbed wire between them. Even though Deke is going after Pike and Pike is running from Deke, there’s something within Deke that wants to run from the chase(as he still doesn’t want to kill his friend)itself, and there’s something within Pike that wants to save Deke from the clutches of the law. All these matters make for a Crisis of Leadership in THE WILD BUNCH. Hierarchy is a common feature of many movies, especially action movies and films about politics, but what really stands out about THE WILD BUNCH and some other Peckinpah films is the extremity of anxiety, a sense of rankings among the men being in perpetual flux. This is especially true of MAJOR DUNDEE, THE WILD BUNCH, THE BALLAD OF CABLE HOGUE, STRAW DOGS, and OSTERMAN WEEKEND.
Peckinpah must have felt this way about himself as he came to prominence at a time when the cult of the director-as-‘auteur’ was taking off in film circles. Such a mind-set came to affect many directors in the late 60s and 70s, and not always for the good. Mike Nichols had a smash with THE GRADUATE but then began to take himself too seriously as the next Welles-Fellini-Bergman-Antonioni-combined in overdone films like CATCH-22 and CARNAL KNOWLEDGE. He even gave the ‘art film’ treatment to something as silly as THE DAY OF THE DOLPHIN. Among all the notable directors who came to prominence in the 1960s, it’s arguable that only Stanley Kubrick sustained the level of vision and artistry that first made his name, but then, he only managed to make three films in the twenty years since 1980.
Peckinpah was an egotist-artist with big ideas. He sought to command the film-making process like a general, and he insisted on strict hierarchy. He fired record numbers of people from the sets of MAJOR DUNDEE and THE WILD BUNCH. He wouldn’t suffer fools who weren’t professionally up to the job. He probably got this side of him from his grandfather and father who were demanding men. But then, he also prided himself as a rebel who gave the middle finger to established authority and followed his own muse. In the 1950s, he got fired from a TV studio because he came to work wearing jeans. Like John Huston, he liked to play the role of hard-drinking maverick who followed his own whims and didn’t give a crap what anyone else thought. He felt resentful about the ‘suits’ and money-men breathing down his neck and watching over their investment entrusted to him. In a way, Peckinpah approached film-making as a kind of heist. He would ‘steal’ the money from the Hollywood ‘railroad men’ and pursue & fulfill his own vision than deliver what the studio expected of him. Peckinpah felt toward Hollywood what Pike felt toward Harrigan and the Railroad.
Pike, in a conversation with Dutch, takes pride in having forced the railroad to change its way of doing things. It’s like a hacker who breaks into computers and then brags about how he forced the computer makers to improve security as the result of his having pointed out all the holes in the system. So, he isn’t only a transgressor but a transformer of cyber-systems. Likewise, Pike doesn’t just brag about how he hit the railroad a few times but about how he forced it to become a better outfit as the result of his exploits. Peckinpah likewise also saw himself as the violator who actually made the object of his violation better than it was — even though Hollywood establishment had too much pride to admit it. Hollywood had a certain set way of doing things, but Peckinpah was among the key film-makers of the 60s who forced Hollywood to change its ways, and whole new possibilities were opened up. And by incorporating the transgressive new grammar of film-making created by directors like Peckinpah, a whole new chapter of American Movie-making began. Hollywood could only be saved against itself by visionary outsiders. It couldn’t be saved from within because its way of doing things had become overly rigid and stodgy. It had to be changed by mavericks like Peckinpah, Penn, Nichols, and Schlesinger: creative outlaws than crusty in-laws of the industry.
But then, the exchange between Pike and Dutch proved to be prophetic for Peckinpah but many others of New Hollywood. PIKE: "And a hell of a lot of people just can't stand being wrong." DUTCH: "Pride." PIKE: "And they can't forget it. That pride, being wrong, or learn by it." DUTCH: "How about us, Pike. You reckon we learned being wrong today?" PIKE: "I sure hope to God we did." Sadly, Peckinpah and many of his peers were also overcome with pride and came to either take on unwise projects or handle promising material with excess than exactitude, messing up what otherwise might have been masterpieces. Had Peckinpah played his cards right, PAT GARRETT & BILLY THE KID could have been a masterpiece than a near-great film, and BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA could have been one of his greatest films than the fascinating wreckage that it is. It just goes to show that even the right lesson can turn into the wrong lesson. Peckinpah was right in the late 60s and early 70s that Hollywood executives were behind the times and the film-making business/culture had to be shaken up by men like him. But that didn’t mean film-makers, as so-called ‘auteurs’, should get too big for their britches and pretend that they could just coast on personal vision, maverick attitude, and knee-jerk hostility toward any concern for the business/professional side of film-making.
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But by the time he was making PAT GARRETT & BILLY THE KID and BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA, he was a bundle of contradictions that sent mixed signals to everyone from studio bosses to those working under him. He demanded studio money and support but insisted on doing everything his way. He demanded professionalism from the men and women around him but increasingly lost his own self-control to alcohol, drugs, and women. But he had too much pride — worse, self-pitying pride — to admit his own faults, and so he never fully recovered even though he went on to make THE KILLER ELITE, CROSS OF IRON, and THE OSTERMAN WEEKEND that are, at the very least, highly interesting films. CROSS OF IRON is most definitely a failure, even a disaster, but it’s an impressive work nevertheless. THE KILLER ELITE and THE OSTERMAN WEEKEND(sort of like THE KILLER ELITE crossed with STRAW DOGS) are, in mood and rhythm, masterworks of Cinema of Paranoia on par with THE PRESIDENT’S ANALYST(Theodore Flicker), NIGHT MOVES(Arthur Penn), and PARALLAX VIEW(Alan Pakula) — though, of course, none of these films come anywhere near THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE(John Frankenheimer).
Something that the Kris Kristofferson’s character says in CONVOY summed up the mind-set if not the movie-set of Peckinpah’s cinema: "I’m not the leader. I’m just up front." Peckinpah didn’t want to lead but insisted that others follow. He was willful in doing things his way but worked in an industry where one had to cooperate and compromise. (And the drugs really brought him down.) Peckinpah’s life and creativity would have been more consistent had he become a novelist or playwright, someone who can, from first page to the last, produce a work exactly as he wishes. But he fell in love with cinema, the most expensive and elaborate of the narrative arts. Furthermore, even as he resented all the differences and dissensions he had to deal with in the making of films, he thrived from such one-on-one and one-against-the-world tussle for control, recognition, authority, and pride. As gifted as he was as a writer, he was best as a creative collaborator than creative one-man-show. He needed the creative sparks from friction with other creative people. THE WILD BUNCH, for instance, was Walon Green’s original vision from a story idea by Roy Sickner. Like Fellini, Kazan, and Kurosawa, Peckinpah’s best creative juices were squeezed from the clash of wills, egos, and visions. He wasn’t fit to be an ‘isolated’ and ‘self-exiled’ artists like Robert Bresson, Carl Dreyer, Andrei Tarkovsky, and Ingmar Bergman. He had to be where the action was. He had to bat his ideas around with others. It’s like Jack Torrance in THE SHINING finds he can’t do anything on his own in the Overlook Hotel.
Consider the scene in LA DOLCE VITA where Marcello Mastroianni’s character decides to get away from the hustle & bustle and work on his novel in some quiet place by the beach, but nothing comes to him. He is naturally too restless. He’s not one of those artists who can sit still and quietly dredge up meanings from within. He’s more into the adventure of finding than in the finding, which requires tremendous amounts of moral, spiritual, and/or philosophical concentration and/or grace. He’s the artist if distractions than concentration. It’s like some people are more into the adventure of looking for gold or oil than in the patience and dedication of really digging in one spot. It’s like the father figure in JUNIOR BONNER with dreams of going to Australia to strike it rich... finally. (Steven Spielberg is a master director of distractions, but then, he never really pretended to be searching for any truth. CLOSE ENCOUNTER OF THE THIRD KIND is a kind of exception because Spielberg was a UFO nut for awhile in the 1970s. But he appears to have been more into the adventure and thrill of UFO sightings than with the humdrum truth that no real extraterrestrial sightings have ever been made. The final scene of the movie is magnificent but very much like the fake Madonna-sighting scene in LA DOLCE VITA. We are taken for fools just like the people who gather around the boy and girl who point their fingers at the Madonna. Fellini and Spielberg had something in common as great showman who made an art of showy distractions that made us forget the truth. It appears Steiner, the intellectual who kills himself in LA DOLCE VITA, was distraught because he couldn’t find any meaning within himself. He could only finds bits and pieces of meaning through art and sounds of nature, but where such the truth or mere distractions?) Peckinpah was the kind of artist who finds his material from the winds and storms of life all around him. His ears are attuned to the bustling noises of the world than to murmurs of inner life. He sometimes hears the voice within but isn’t sure what to make of it or do with it. It’s like the ending of LA DOLCE VITA where the ‘hero’ can’t make out what the blonde girl across the water is saying. She’s like a vision of a pure angel delivering a secret message to him, but the winds and seagulls drown out her voice. But then, maybe the sound of the wind and seagulls is that very message. Or, maybe she had nothing important to say or is just another corrupt soul coming onto him. Or maybe it was about typing lessons as, earlier, she’d told him she wants to learn to type. She is a vision but also a distraction. Some directors are the masters of the physical world of men of action and clashing egos, and Kurosawa was at his most powerful in films like SEVEN SAMURAI with strong personalities, restless busybodies, shifting situations, and lots of action. Even in a more contemplative films like IKIRU and RECORD OF A LIVING BEING(aka I LIVE IN FEAR), what stands out is the difficulty of his characters in coping with existential crises. The Langston Hughes poem about the exploding raisin-in-the-sun comes to mind. Though IKIRU was inspired by Leo Tolstoy’s THE DEATH OF IVAN ILYCH, one significant difference is Ilych finds a measure of peace within himself on his deathbed whereas Watanabe, the old man afflicted with stomach cancer, can only find meaning through interaction with the larger world. If anything, the crisis of the looming death compels him to engage with life like he’d never done before. As for the father in RECORD OF A LIVING BEING, his deep fears about the world result in a harebrained scheme to relocate his entire family to Brazil. His meaning comes only by engaging with the world, even as he tries to remove his family from the world. There’s no meaning to found in the quietude of the self. Meaning comes from grappling with problems of poverty, injustice, crime, corruption, disease, war, destruction, etc., the physical problems of the world. The vision is humanist or Christian than Zen/Buddhist. At the end, all alone in the mental clinic, he simply goes mad and is no longer even able to think, even if it means thinking wrongfully. He’s gone nuts. Compare that to the cinema of Andrei Tarkovsky where the meaning is to be find within the self by trusting the voice from within. For Kurosawa, madness is madness, in RECORD OF A LIVING BEING or in RAN. For Tarkovsky, meaning may be found in the inner voice of madness. The old father in THE SACRIFICE deals with Nuclear Armageddon not by direct course of action — as with the character in Kurosawa’s film who seeks refuge in Brazil — but through a meditative self-exploration by which he might implore with God to forgive and spare humanity. There is also the scene with the candle in NOSTALGHIA, the sort of scene that would have been out-of-place in Kurosawa’s cinema where the wind blows too strong for any candle to remain lit for long. In contrast, Mizoguchi, like Tarkovsky, could draw the audience into a meaningful vision of life even when nothing seemed to be ‘happening’. When things go silent in a Kurosawa film, we wonder who will break the silence with some talk, rage, or violence. It’s no wonder that loudmouth Mifune was so crucial to some of Kurosawa’s greatest works. But even when things fall silent in a Mizoguchi film, we hear the ‘voice’ from within, and this is what makes his films hypnotic and trance-inducing.
The conflictive nature between the individual and his inner self was significant to film-makers like Kurosawa, Kazan, and Kurosawa. The two are almost never in a state of harmony. (This may be why Peckinpah’s two films with Steve McQueen, JUNIOR BONNER and THE GETAWAY are, in some ways, the least characteristic because McQueen’s screen persona seems so at ease with onself even if the roles weren’t necessarily written that way.) In contrast, the films of Dreyer, Bresson, Mizoguchi, and Tarkovsky allow for moments when the individual and his inner-self arrive at a kind of harmony, synthesis, a state of grace pure and true, a kind of ‘spiritual unity’ that becomes, if for a moment, impervious to the whole world. Perhaps this harmony of the individual and the inner self is a kind of delusional madness, as with the outcasts in THE STALKER or NOSTALGHIA. Maybe only through ‘madness’ could man attain such grace. Without ‘madness’, man primarily judges his worthy in relation to the compromised world of status, wealth, social approval, official doctrine, and vanity. His social self dictates his individual self that then represses the ‘useless’ gibberish of his inner voice made of nature, dreams, and spirituality. For a person to function and succeed in society, his individual self must be attuned to his social self. The social self can, of course, deal with issues of morality, conscience, and matters of human rights, but it can only deal with ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ in terms of collective morality. What if the deepest truths reside within the human heart, and what if this truth is spiritual and more the stuff of dream than drama, more the stuff of prayer than sermons? The social self can easily mold the conscious self, but the inner-self is difficult to tap into. What of the individual who rejects the social self and seeks to connect his individual/conscious self with his inner self? In rejecting the social self, he seeks to abolish the conflict between himself and the world. He acknowledges if not accepts the world for what it is and withdraws into himself. And since he is no longer concerned with worldly matters or with others’ opinions of him, he is at last unfazed about connecting with the dreams, imagination, and spirits of his inner self. Consider the eponymous character of Tarkovsky’s STALKER who is at peace with himself. His conscious mind believes what his inner soul tells him. He believes in the miracle of the Zone. Thus, his individual self, his inner self, and the Zone are integrated and interconnected. Of course, this comes at the price of his social self. He is an outcast, almost like a social mutant. Furthermore, there is a danger when individual self merges with the inner-self because the inner-self, as the realm of dreams, fantasies, phantoms, spirt, and passions, can also be a world of madness and desperation. Spiritualists tend to believe that the deeper we peer into ourselves, the profounder truths we shall find, but what if the opposite is sometimes true? What if, as in ALTERED STATES, what lies in the deepest recesses of us is not the illumination of the saint or wise-man but the chaos of the primal beast of aggression? In STALKER, we hear of someone who entered the Zone to receive the holy message but then killed himself when he realized this his deepest desire had really been for money. (Incidentally, if the stalker is at peace with himself, why does he feel this need to persuade people from the outside of the sacredness of the Zone? On some level, he still seeks validation from the normal world.)
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The problem of purity in matters of spirituality also exists in the realm of art, and of course, there is no clear dividing line between spirituality and creativity. Spirituality may grown out of man’s worship of the beautiful things in the world. In worship of beauty, he sought to recreate them, as in prehistoric cave paintings. (Creativity initially sought to imitate things of nature, but at some point, man began to create objects representing concepts that do not and cannot exist in nature. Perfect forms, like the Monolith in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, cannot be found in nature, but man began to conceive of such shapes/designs and make things based on them than on forms found in nature. Thus, dishes became perfectly round and buildings became perfectly square or triangular. But then, it could be argued that, to the extent that even primitive man made representations of living things, he was gaining insight into the possibility of non-arbitrariness of forms. After all, every living thing is ‘designed’ according to a certain genetic blueprint. There is symmetry in how one side of the body is like the other side of the body. Life forms are not perfect forms but they are ordered forms.) And then, primitive man learned how to make sculptures out of clay and stone. His creativity replicated things of beauty of nature, and back then, there was no clear division between the world of nature and the world of man. And in time, primitive man began to worship these products of his creativity as idols, and then these idols began to represent higher and higher concepts until man, especially the Jews, divorced the idea from the idol, and then the purified idea of God banned all idols as false gods for they competed with Him and because no idol, even that which was meant to represent Him, could embody the awesomeness that is His. Once spirituality came to be fixed to an idea than an idol or idols, certain faiths became suspicious of the very nature of art as all forms of human creativity were seen as foolishly and blasphemously competing with the one true creativity of the hands of God. How dare foolish mankind try to compete with God, the creator of the universe? What hubris! And yet, the great irony is God would never have been created in the mind of man if not for man’s creative nature.
Some religions went so far as to see mankind itself and everything in the world as false idols. There is some of this(even if slightly) in Christianity as well, which is why Christianity has strange complexes about sex and even spawned communities like the Shakers that forsook sex altogether. And of course, Catholic priests are not allowed to have sex or get married. If indeed it is only the spirit that can know God, then the human body must be something like a tainted idol that must be shed. But no religion went as far as Buddhism in seeing the world as a mere idol of illusion that one must reject and overcome in order to gain Nirvana. Actually, Buddhism goes even further and says even ideas in the mind are illusions, but if that’s the case, isn’t Nirvana an illusion too since it is an idea of the mind? Buddhist might say Nirvana isn’t an idea but a ‘state’. (In contrast, the Torah, from the story of Adam and Eve onward, is all about sex. The Old Testament is about the control of sex but not about puritanical rejection or suppression of sex. It is for having lots of sex and having lots of kids. It is not sexually puritanical but, rather, tribally puritanical because Jewish elders understood that unless Jewish sexual laws enforced the tribalism of sex, too many Jewish men would run off with ‘shiksas’ and too many Jewish girls would be wooed by ‘dicksas’. As Jews through history often lacked a homeland and protective borders, they depended on laws governing sex as their tribal boundaries. If you control the Jewish puds and poons, you can preserve the Jewish race even if Jews don’t have a place to call home. Without laws governing tribal-sexual behavior, the sexual drive will naturally push Jews to mix with non-Jews since the ‘boing’ of Jewish puds will lust after non-Jewish women and since the vaginal appetites of Jewish women would hanker for puds of all kinds of men. It’s like animals in the wild screw everything. Chimpanzees usually take females from other tribes. Judging by how Cro-Magnons conquered and mixed with Neanderthals, it seems interracism is the natural way of life. It’s like when Mongols invaded China, Persia, and Russia, they banged a lot of women. When Spanish conquered the New World, they humped a lot of women. But Jews came up with laws to discourage such behavior among their own kind. The Torah said non-Jewish puds and poons are ‘dirty’. This idea was later adopted by Northern Europeans, which is why Anglos and Germans were less into race-mixing than Latin Europeans and Slavic Europeans. And even though such an attitude is now deemed ‘racist’, it actually led to less sexual colonization of other peoples and races by the conquerors, invaders, and imperialists. Imagine if Mongols didn’t believe race-mixing; they would have been more likely to leave non-Mongol women alone. Anglos conquered other peoples and lands, but generally left the women of other people alone; in contrast, Hispanics not only conquered the lands of natives of South America but raped and/or sexually dominated the women and bred a race of mestizos. The interracist way of Hispanics was surely more aggressive toward the native folks as the later came to be sexually colonized. Likewise, the race-ist policies of the United States limited the amount of sexual exploitation of black women by white men during the slavery era. If interracism had been encouraged, more white men would have created babies with black women. But white race-ism kept most black women with black men. Christianity is sexually more individualistic than Judaism while also being more puritanical. Christianity focuses on the individual soul’s relation to God. Christianity doesn’t emphasize one’s connection to ancestors and descendants. If anything, it severs ties between oneself and one’s ancestors and potential descendants. It emphasizes one’s spiritual relation to God. According to Christianity, a person’s life/soul can be perfectly wonderful and meaningful even if or especially if one rejects one’s own people/culture and never has sex and never produces children to continue one’s lineage. So, if someone rejects his own race, culture, & heritage and instead converts to Christianity and then has no children but finds meaning through prayer to Jesus, that’s just wonderful and he/she needs do nothing else in life. Indeed, such may be deemed spiritually superior than giving into the temptations of the flesh that even family life entails. What matters most in Christianity is that the goodness of your individual soul will be rewarded with eternity in Heaven. As the Roman Empire became increasingly diverse and as cultural ties & identities grew weaker for Romans and non-Romans alike, it’s understandable why something like Christianity became increasingly appealing to both deracinated rulers and deracinated subjects who were united by abstract citizenship than by lineage/identity of blood and soil. We are seeing the same thing in the US and West where increasing diversity is leading to the universalist appeal of Political Correctness that has replaced Christianity. There is also Holocaustianity that urges gentiles to support Jewish blood-and-soil while urging Jews to undermine gentile blood-and-soil. As Jews didn’t believe in Heaven, their way of spiritual survival was through their descendants. Blood and soul became one and the same. Especially after exile from their homeland, Jews clung to blood and soul in the lack of blood and soil. So, sex and childbearing were absolutely crucial to Jews. A Christian could find eternal life without marriage and family; he or she only needed to pray to God and be good. I contrast, Jewish spirit could only live on through one’s descendants. This sense was so powerful that Lot’s daughters even resorted to incest with father to have kids. If the daughters were Christian-like, they would have found meaning through mere prayer and hope for eternal life in Heaven. But as Jewish soul survives only through one’s descendants, Jews felt a need to have kids. No matter how good a Jew was, there was no Heaven waiting for him or her. His/her spirit could only be carried by his children and then children’s children and then children’s children’s children and so on. The soul of a Jew without children would die with him. Because there was so much emphasis on Jewish obligation to the tribe, there was less of an individual sexual sense. Jewish sex was about serving Jewishness. In contrast, a Christian could, theoretically at least, see sex as a simply a matter between himself/herself and his/her partner. It need not be associated with tribal considerations or obligations. A Syrian Christian could go with a Greek Christian, individual to individual than member of tribe to member of tribe. [Yet, as Jews became secular, their sexuality became more powerfully individualistic than among Christians and post-Christians. Why? Because the powerful sexualism of Jews shed its tribal obligations. Once liberated from tribalism, Jewish lust went crazy all over in the Portnoic way described by Philip Roth. When Jews were religious and traditional, the sexualism of Judaism was controlled by strict religious laws. But secularized, Jewish lust could just be about serving itself. In contrast, even though Christianity is about the individual relation to God, it has tended to favor the spiritual/universal over the sexual/personal, and therefore Christian sexualism became more rule-bound and regulatory along community standards.] Among all the cultures, it was Judaism and Confucianism that focused most on the family and the family’s connection to the history and higher truth. After all, the Jewish Covenant, in all its chutzpah, connected God with the Jewish pud than with the eyes, hands, heart, or mind that would might have been more dignified. It took some boldness for Jews to come up with the idea of ‘God blessed my thing’. It’s almost Howard-Stern-ish, and this may explain why, once Jews went secular and no longer believed in God, much of their culture just became endless schlong jokes. One key difference between Jews and Chinese is Jews were much more dogged about sex. Chinese emphasized the importance of family with the understanding that sex is involved in the creation of kids. But they generally didn’t spell it out. But the Torah is pretty incessant and insistent on sex, sex, and sex. Another difference is Jews put more emphasis on descendants whereas Chinese Confucians put more emphasis on ancestors. Judaism is about how to keep having kids through proper sex so that Jews can carry on as Jews and eventually control the world. Confucianism is about how every generation must look backward and venerate the ancestors who’d come and gone.)
Because of the power of creativity as expression and tool of conversion, most cultures could not resist the temptation to use the sensual power of art to express the spiritual truth of faith. But, could the sensual really represent the spiritual? Isn’t spirituality about transcending the sensual excitements and delights of the five senses? If a work of religious art impresses us, are we really being inspired spiritually or titillated sensually? These questions arose especially in the Renaissance and Reformation with the revival of the pagan past as a means to convey the glory of God and with all the intellectual/moral crises such movements entailed. Greco-Roman pagan spirituality had no qualms about the sensuality and idolatry. Indeed, paganism and idolatry were organically entwined. Greeks and Romans visualized their gods in human forms, and the gods were multi-faceted, high in vision but also low in appetite. Wasn’t the point of Christianity to replace the false pagan gods with the one true God that could not be seen or represented as an idol? And yet, there was something about the revival of pagan past that seemed in harmony with the God of Christianity. Both were awesome. As the lost wonders of the ancient world were recovered piecemeal by piecemeal, Europeans couldn’t help but feel that the ancients, who were pagan, had been the apex of civilization, science, literature, art, and just about everything humanity could achieve. If God is about the ultimate glory and power, then why shouldn’t His glory and power be served by the higher forms of art of the ancients(even if they were pagan) than through the ‘ugly’, ‘gross’, ‘lowly’, ‘gothic’, and ‘barbaric’ forms of expression of the Middle Ages, let alone the Dark Ages? If the greatness of God was deserving of representation through the highest forms of expression, then there was much to learn from the ancient pagans. Also, there was something about pagan art that was transcendental despite its obsession with human forms, especially naked human forms. Classical Greek and Roman art presented the human form as perfect, graceful, and beautiful. It seemed less an idolatrous affront to God than an idealized appreciation of God’s genius because, after all, it was God who created man in all his own little glory. The Genesis even says ‘man’ was made in the image of God. Paradoxically, some may have felt that the arch-spiritualist depiction of man was the greater affront to God. Many of the pre-Renaissance depictions of mankind showed men and women as ugly, unworthy, warped, diseased, indeed almost gargoyle-like. Such depiction of unworthiness was supposed to depict the sinfulness of man who should bury his pride and humbly bow down before God. But in a way, it seemed like an insult to God’s creative genius. Did God really create such ugly and disgraceful creatures? Did God take pleasure in having such sullen, pallid, and droopy people worshiping Him? It’s like Karl-Marx-as-god in MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL can’t stand all the knights groveling before him. There’s a similar dynamics in human relationships. Even though powerful men want loyalty from their inferiors, they also want to lead proud and hardy men. A leader doesn’t want to be surrounded by groveling toadies who get on their knees, weep, and apologize all the time. He wants to be the leader of heroes and winners, not leader of losers. Imagine the kind of pride Hitler or Stalin felt when they stood above thousands of tall proud soldiers with guns.
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As for the purity of the good soul triumphing in FORREST GUMP, keep in mind that Robert Zemeckis’ movie is the impure product of the worst kind of cynical manipulation of public sentiments. It is OPRAH for ‘conservatives’, and shame on Pat Buchanan for falling for it.
Purity is not of this world, but we capture glimmers of it, sometimes when we strive for it, sometimes when we least expect it — like Cable Hogue is gifted with water just when he’s about to give up and throw in the towel. Traces of purity can be heard in the first ringing of the bell in ANDREI RUBLEV. Or in emotions stirred up by a choral by Bach or an image by Michelangelo. Though a church in and of itself doesn’t ensure purity, a person lost in prayer may sense divine presence within its walls. Striving high or appreciating high art doesn’t guarantee higher consciousness in the artist or audience, and even the greatest work of art can only suggest at purity. But in the making and in the appreciation of ‘higher’ things, there are instances of illumination and revelation, if only for fleeting moments. And though these sensations cannot sustained for long, they remind us of all that are in us and around us but go unseen and unfelt for most of our lives. We can appreciate a great painting or great music at any time, but it is only on rare occasions that we connect with it on a level that transcends mere admiration. It’s like every prayer brings man/woman closer to God, but it is only that special moment of prayer that unites man/woman with God. And even as the sensations pass, traces linger in subtle but profound ways. For example, consider the scene with the Moon Watcher ape in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY. It freaks out upon seeing and feeling the Monolith, but then the strange thing is gone, and the ape-man probably forgot all about it. He’s back to foraging for food and doing other apelike stuff. But something about the encounter with the object had ‘lifted’ Moon Watcher ape’s consciousness, and this trace impression subtly inspires him to see things in different ways and to pick up a bone and use it in ways that begins a great revolution in the evolution of its kind. In a rough and rugged world, the apes had never encountered something so pure and perfect in form as the Monolith, and even after it had vanished for good, the fleeting traces of its purity linger in their psyches and inspire them to something beyond what they’d been used to. So, even if the pure cannot be owned or held by us, our trace-sense of such things does steer us toward something ‘better’ and ‘higher’.
|2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY - lingering 'trace' of the Monolith-sighting|
But then, the poor aren’t necessarily good either. After all, many people are poor not because they aren’t greedy but because they are too greedy. It’s like a lot of Negroes fail in life because their avaricious and impulsive nature make them grab at stuff that don’t belong to them. So, many of them end up in jail or alienate others who don’t want to deal with them anymore. That is one sure way to fail in life. It’s also true that some people are poor because they are just plain dumb and/or lazy. But even in their poor state, the only things on their minds could be money, money, and money. They may not have money but it could be all they want. This is why Jesus said the heart(intention and desire) is as crucial as the hands(deeds and actions). So, if you commit adultery in your heart, you’re no better than one who commits adultery in deed. For example, suppose there are two poor guys married with wives. Both lust after other women, but they stick with their wives because that’s the safe bet in life. But suppose one guy becomes very rich all of a sudden and can afford to ditch his wife and get another woman. In contrast, the other guy remains poor and has no such chance. Now, is the rich guy worse than the poor guy? In actual deed, yes. But the only reason why the poor guy is still with his wife is because he’s limited in his circumstances. Indeed, suppose the fortunes had been the reversed and the other guy got rich. Then, the other guy would have ditched his wife and gone off with a hotter woman. All things being equal, people’s actions do say a lot about them, but the fact is all things are not equal, and the reason why some people stick with the ‘right thing’ while others do the ‘wrong thing’ has as often to do with their circumstances. A lot of ordinary men married to ordinary women — and who tell themselves that they’ll be faithful forever because of their moral principles — will dump their wives and go off with some ‘babe’ the minute they come into some serious money. Likewise, a poor actress married to some ordinary guy will likely ditch him for some glamorous guy once she finds success. There is a huge difference between ‘goodness by lack of choice’ and ‘goodness by choice’. Also, there’s a difference between ‘goodness with no cost’ and ‘goodness with cost’. Surely, if a rich man finds a $1,000 in a lost wallet, it’s no loss to him to return it to the rightful owner. He may believe himself to be acting on principle, but he can afford to do so, and therefore, we don’t know his real motivation, and neither does he. Maybe, he’s driven by vanity of demonstrating that he’s the kind of person who does the ‘right thing’. But if a poor person found a wallet with a $1,000, there’s a lot he could do with the money as every penny is precious to him. If he returns the money to the rightful owner, it’s likely due to a strong sense of principle(though some people will credit it to stupidity). For this reason, Jesus believed that true goodness had to be tested under poverty. Doing the right thing even when you can’t afford to do the right thing is really doing the right thing. Naturally, most poor folks fail this test, but real goodness has to be tested by poverty. It’s like the character in Kurosawa’s HIGH AND LOW has to lose everything to do the right thing. And it was in such righteous folks among the poor that Jesus found the ‘highest’ kind of purity in man. And there is some of this when Pike sees Angel all battered and bruised by Mapache and his men. It’s about as degrading as a sight can be. An ugly and pathetic sight. Angel’s hair is all matted with dirt, his lips are swollen(like that of a Negro), his clothes are torn & disheveled, and he can barely stand. Even little children mock him, and women jeer at him as a loser with no manhood left. And yet, Pike sees something noble in Angel, something more valuable than all the gold he’s carrying. It’s like what Steve Judd says in RIDE THE HIGH COUNTRY: "What more could a man expect? I got to thinkin' about that one time — well, sir, I keep records. When I became a lawman, the world lost a first-class bookkeeper. So, to pass the time one day, I sort of calculated, what it's worth to get shot at. Figured it about a hundred dollars a shot. Getting hit, I figure that's worth anywhere from a thousand on up. Four brings it up to date. Then tally up all the fights, bush-whackings, cold camps and the like... that time in Lincoln County — five weeks in the hospital, six months out of work. Add it all up, I'd say I was owed about all the gold we could carry out of these mountains... That's something to hope for." That is something to hope for, but all the gold in the mountains are less precious than his sense of righteousness. In the end, he "wouldn’t have it any other way." Likewise, Angel "played his string right out to the end." Not only did he give up his share of gold for guns for his people, but he accepted his fate like a man. His face didn’t even rebuke Dutch as Dutch rode away alone and left Angel in Mapache’s hands — like Pike fled alone while leaving Thorton behind. Angel knew Dutch had no choice but to just save himself and the Bunch, and if the situation had been reversed, Angel might have done the same thing. So, when Pike sees the pitiful and wretched state of Angel, he not only feels revulsion and disgust but senses a nobility beyond what gold/money can buy. This was one of the running themes of the films of Martin Scorsese, i.e. beauty, grace, and redemption can be found in the ‘mean streets’ than in the church. Perhaps, they have more value if found in the streets because of the risks and dangers. After all, anyone can buy a gold ring in a store, but it takes real work to dig up gold from a mountain or a river. A church declares "God is here with us, so come and pray", but the streets are filled with everything from high to low, mostly low. If Jesus felt a need to mingle with the lowliest of humanity and then to be dragged through the worst kind of humiliation, degradation, and death to find His way to God, then why should it be otherwise for all those seeking higher communion with God? Of course, one could fallaciously conclude from this that the lowly is the Godly when, in truth, the Godly is attained by rising above the lowliness one must wrestle with. The reason why a film like Abel Ferrara’s BAD LIEUTENANT is so useless is it conflates willful wallowing in filth with washing of one’s sins. If that’s the case, one might as well say Regan in THE EXORCIST was most divine when she was possessed by the Devil and wallowed in her own vomit and poo.
Cinema, the great art form of the 20th century, embodied and hyperbolized all the tensions that have existed between spirituality and sensuality. It is no wonder that Scorsese developed a passion for the church and the cinema. After all, before the rise of high spirituality, there was the ‘low’ spirituality of pagan worship of nature, idolatry, animal gods, avaricious gods(some who even demanded human sacrifice), and human-like gods with all the faults of mankind. High spirituality grew out of low spirituality, like flowers grow from soil rich in dung. High spirituality is the purist distillation of the divine element inherent in all forms of spirituality that are intermingled with nature, sensuality, and every emotion known to man. Thus, even though high spirituality denied the validity of low spirituality, it was born of the low just like the Olympians were born of Titans and just like Athena was ‘born’ of Zeus(but then, Athena served Zeus than deny him). But even when separated from low spirituality, high spirituality couldn’t be pure because it too is, after all, the product of man’s imagination made possible through his impure senses. Despite the claim that the Bible was written by hands inspired and guided by God, too many contradictions, compromises, and madness abound for unity and purity of vision. Furthermore, the practice of the Faith even by the most highly esteemed clergy and the most devout has been anything but a nice clean ride. The story of religion has been as much about disgrace as grace, revulsion as revelation.
|LA DOLCE VITA|
gain useful insight and advice from other perspectives, like what the main character does with the help of the writer in 8 ½..) Such a work dilutes the contribution of all the artists involved since people don’t see eye to eye on anything. Imagine if Kafka, Hemingway, Faulkner, Tolstoy, and Shakespeare were to get together and collaborate on a certain work. It may be good and entertaining, but it cannot be a pure artistic vision since everyone chipped in as a matter of compromise and in the spirit of creating something the primary function of which is to appeal to the public. Indeed, a work of pure entertainment need not be personal since its main objective is mass appeal. So, TV shows have lots of writers. Lots of Hollywood movies has multiple writers and go through rewrites galore. And many popular songs are collaborative efforts written by two or more composers. The early Beatles songs were generally composed by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. As Lennon and McCartney got more personal and egoistic as ‘artists’, they began to write songs on their own even though the songs continued to be credited to ‘Lennon & McCartney’. Bob Dylan, the first true ‘personal artist’ of Rock music, wrote nearly all of his songs on his own. How else could he have composed something so profoundly personal as BLONDE ON BLONDE, which couldn’t have been created in the Brill Building manner. Carole King’s pop tunes were often collaborative works with others, but her most personal album, TAPESTRY, was mostly a solo effort. To be personal means to draw something out of yourself. Thus, there is a kind of purity in personalism. It was easy to understand how a novelist, painter, music composer, playwright, or sculptor could be purely personal if he so wished. There was something like spiritualism in this kind of personalism whether it was religious or not because of the element of purity of vision. Religion, after all, is the search of the purity of higher truth and revelation unfettered by the compromises of the flesh, material world, and temporal concerns. An artist seeks truth with as much purity of courage, depth, and poetry he or she could muster. When we read a genuine work of literature or listen to a serious piece of music, the artist and we become one. He’s not pandering to us or amusing us with a diversion called ‘entertainment’. Rather, he’s opening up to us, confessing hidden truths about himself, as in Philip Roth’s PORTNOY’S COMPLAINT, J.D. Salinger’s THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, or Eugene O’Neill’s THE LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT. Or, he’s taking a hard look at reality and using heightened empathy to delve into demons in the heart of society and history, as in IN COLD BLOOD. Because of this personalist possibility of art, spiritual themes could sometimes be conveyed more powerfully through art than through religious practice. In many ways, Dostoevsky’s CRIME AND PUNISHMENT is a more powerful expression of Christianity than most sermons from the pulpit. Sermons are written to appeal to as many people as possible; they are also about how people should be. In contrast, a novel like CRIME AND PUNISHMENT offers secret passage into the sinful hearts of men as they really may be. And DEATH OF A SALESMAN and GLASS MENAGERIE are so powerful and effective due to the confessional and the probing manner of telling. The artist digs into himself and into the hidden souls of others, dredges out the secrets and darkness, and shapes them into creative form. But is such personalism possible in cinema? Obviously, the expensive/commercial nature of cinema demanded that most movies be made as entertainment. So, even when independent-minded film-makers like Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin went to work, they were basically making the kind of movies with the widest appeal. The personal nature of their works had to do with style and signature than truth or vision. They were trying to make people laugh.
As for most ‘serious’ movies by Hollywood, they were generally even less personal than the entertainment movies because their purpose was respectability than genuine art. To show that Hollywood wasn’t just about profits(and moral degradation), the studios produced lavish adaptations of some famous novel or classic, but the results were generally bowdlerized fare for ‘middlebrow’ tastes hoping to get some ‘culture’ by watching, for example, a movie version of ANNA KARENINA or WAR AND PEACE.
But even when film-makers could do as they pleased, the mode of personal art wasn’t easy as there were too many elements that went into the film. A film could be written one way but completely changed in meaning by cinematography and editing. A playwright’s work changes every time with different actors and different stage work, but you still have the basic elements of the script and actors no matter how it is done. In contrast, the manner of framing/camera movement/editing/sound-music entirely changes the look, the feel and even the meaning of the work. Drama is about putting on and seeing the play acted out on stage. Cinema is about showing the screenplay and there are infinite ways of doing it. When you see a play, you decide what you want to focus your eye on. When you see a movie, the filmmake constantly decides and changes what you should be seeing. If a play calls for someone to walk from the left side of the stage to the right, you see an actor walk from left to right regardless of who’s playing the part. But in cinema, the act of walking from one place to another can be captured and shown in endless ways: close up, long shot, tracking shot, editing, overhead shot, low angle shot, etc. So, the writer of the film cannot lay a full/pure claim as the ‘author’ of the finished product. But suppose the film maker not only wrote the script but directed it as well. But then, how much does he know about directing? And as the director has to deal with the look and the sound of the film, how much does he know about cinematography and sound? And editing? Even if he knows more than most, he will still have to collaborate with others who know more and may contribute something key to the work that, indeed, may have ended up very differently without their ideas and input. Or suppose an inspired director who knows much about all facets of film-making works on a script that isn’t his. Despite his personal signature and stamp on the film, can it really be said to be purely his? Because many directors are talented with image but not so good with words, they have to hire co-scenarist with whom to work on the script. Akira Kurosawa always worked with co-writers. So did Stanley Kubrick. So did Fellini on most of his films. For a film-maker to be good at everything and do everything would be maddening. So, can cinema be personal or pure like the other arts?
The French School of ‘auteur’ critics tried to get around this with all sorts of polemical arguments. They resolved nothing but began what was probably a useless argument, especially when Andrew Sarris opted it as the ‘auteur theory’ and began to apply it rather broadly across the entire spectrum of Hollywood film-making. The real intention behind ‘auteurism’, at least among the French critics who started the argument(for them, it was a polemic than a theory), was simply that they should be the ones making the films. Since they supposedly knew so much about films and how they should be made, they wouldn’t be mere professionals, collaborators, or hacks but full-fledged authors of their personal vision. Frustrated because they were stuck in criticism than in the actual making of films, they projected their fantasies onto Hollywood filmmakers. As Hollywood movies were less distinctively personal than, say, the films of Ingmar Bergman, Federico Fellini, or Roberto Rossellini, the French ‘auteurist’ critics could project their own creative personalities onto the relative ‘blank slate/screen’ of Hollywood movies and see the ‘personality’ that they themselves projected onto the screen. A Bergman or Fellini film has to take as unmistakably Bergmanesque or Fellini-esque since its directorial personality is so obvious. One cannot project one’s own vision onto the distinct vision on screen. But most Hollywood movies provided a certain leeway for the viewer to formulate their supposed ‘authorial’ personalities, which, as often as not, were really those of the viewer projected on the screen than those of the directors who, for all they knew, were just doing hack work. And through this interactive participatory process with the screen, ‘auteurist’ critics could almost feel as if they had taken part in the making of the film. Others made it by hand, but they ‘finished’ it by head. After all, a Bergman or Fellini film didn’t need a critic to explain that it was visually and stylistically distinct. But as most Hollywood movies looked more or less alike within the same genres, the ‘auteurist’ critics could use their critical chisels to carve out what they deemed to be the ‘hidden’ personality on the screen. Thus, the critic could himself feel an ‘auteur’ for having taken part in discerning an ‘authorial’ personality that had supposedly slipped past the attention of most viewers who’d only appreciated it as virtually author-less entertainment.
Whether film-makers work in the mode of entertainer or artist or both, each has a special ear for different kinds of ‘voices’. Because Kurosawa was more attuned to the outer voice than the inner voice, some of his films suffer from lack of drama. Sometimes when Kurosawa shut out the outer voice, there was silence than the song of the inner voice. He needed the outer voice like George C. Scott’s character in NEW CENTURIONS needed the drama of police work; he didn’t know how to retire into quietude that resounded with previously muted voices. The most notable among Kurosawa’s failures as an artist are much of DODESKADEN and the scenes with the old lord after the fall in RAN, a very loose KING LEAR adaptation. RAN comes to a near-standstill when the old man is cut off from reality and lost within himself. RAN is powerfully adept at dealing with person-to-person relations but fails to delve into the inner realm of the lord who’s descended into madness. ‘Ran’ means turmoil or chaos, and there’s plenty of that in the physical violence, politics, and dramatics, but the most crucial kind of hell fails to register onscreen: that of a soul gone mad. We only see external state of the lord’s madness and sense little that is smoldering within. This is near-fatal at times because the film began with Hidetora as occupying the dramatic center of the story. He relinquishes his power to retire into exalted old age, but he soon finds himself at the mercy of his two older sons. His state of grace turns out to be a mere grace period. The story goes from the politics of power to the psychology of madness. Hidetora was the master of physical warfare in expanding his domain and establishing order over it. He knew how to fight and win with spears and arrows. He was cunning and shrewd in combat and conflict, but he never really learned how to look into the minds of men. (Or if he did, others learned to hide their true feelings better from him.) And as he became ever more powerful and those around him ever more servile, he came to take his power and greatness for granted, indeed as if his power was assured simply by his name, title, and legend. (It’s like Carlito overestimates his power vis-a-vis Bennie Blanco from the Bronx in CARLITO’S WAY. Carlito coasts on his legend as he tells Bennie to get lost, but he’s in a situation where, if he kills Bennie, he has to go all the way and become a gangster again, and if he doesn’t kill Bennie, he opens himself up to a vendetta by Bennie who’s growing ever stronger by the day.) Therefore, he thought that if he handed his power to his sons, his greatness would be assured as usual. And even though he triumphed in a world of cruelty and betrayal, he took the sentimental view that the bond between father & sons and the bond among brothers were sacred and immutable. (Ironically, the most loyal descendant in the story turns out to be Lady Kaeda who, despite having become the wife of the first son and then the second son, plotted to avenge her father and brothers by bringing down the entire house of the Ichimonjis who betrayed the truce with her family, had her father and brothers killed, and took over her family’s castle. Lady Sue, though a wonderfully nice woman, could be said to be the traitor of her family because she quietly submitted to her new status as the wife of the second son even though the Ichimonji clan burned down her family’s castle, killed her parents, and blinded her younger brother. To be sure, one could argue that she didn’t so much give into the Ichimonjis as find peace through Buddha whose teachings assure that everything is a passing illusion. Even so, there’s something like Natalie Wood’s character of Debbie in THE SEARCHERS in Lady Sue. The ‘red savages’ burned down Debbie’s home, killed her father, and raped & killed her mother & sister. And yet, because she was accepted as one of their own by her abductors, she’s come to see the Indians as ‘my people’, and her heart is as much with them as with the her real family that is no more. John Wayne’s character, like Lady Kaeda, never forgives and never forgets. He’s going to take on the Indians, and he’ll even kill Debbie as she’s gone over to the other side and is willing to allow her womb to be used for creating ‘red savage’ babies. There is no greater betrayal than sexual betrayal. On the other hand, we can’t blame her because she was taken against her will and at the tender young age when she didn’t know anything. She’s not like Theresa in THE WILD BUNCH who, as a full-grown hussy-tart-ho, went with Mapache, the very man who attacked her village and killed Angel’s father.)
|RAN - Lady Kaeda|
|RAN - Lady Sue|
|THRONE OF BLOOD|
Still, the manner of hinting at states beyond matters of physical presence was generally beyond the power of Kurosawa. With Kurosawa, it was what you see is what you get, for better or worse. In contrast, David Lynch, at his best, as in MULHOLLAND DR., could create moods where we sense much more than what we are shown. One of the most remarkable scenes in all of cinema is the scene in the diner where a man is explaining a strange dream to a friend. It begins like just another day in a diner with two friends, but the mood incrementally grows weirder, and we can almost imagine what the man’s dream must have been like. And then, we realize that we are in that dream. The shift feels both sudden and gradual, disruptive and placid. It’s one of the most disorienting moments in cinema. Lynch pulls this off without special effects or obvious trickery other than rudimentary techniques of cinema, but the subtle mastery of tone and ambiance transforms just-another-day into nightmare-in-broad-daylight. Think of all the tricks Alan Parker pulled in the dreadful PINK FLOYD: THE WALL and the cluttered ANGEL HEART. David Lynch(at his best) can create the dark miracle of a nuclear meltdown with a wet firecracker. (Adrian Lynn’s JACOB’S LADDER is like a combo of Alan Parker and David Lynch. Often over-the-top but not without moments that slide imperceptibly into madness.) Kurosawa’s DREAMS is a nice movie, but it is dreams made all-too-tangible, thus not very dreamy. RAN has greatness but could have been a truly profound film if Kurosawa could have delved into the silent turmoil of the fallen lord’s heart. It’s something Mizoguchi might have pulled off. He understood the chemistry of cinema whereas Kurosawa was about physics. Mizoguchi’s vision could ignite spontaneously and entrance us with illuminations of mystery. Time doesn’t come to a standstill when suspended in the world of Mizoguchi. We don’t wait for something to happen since the being itself becomes the happening. It’s the difference between using eyes to see things and being aware of the wonderment of seeing itself. At some point, Kurosawa may have felt that his restless darting-eyes method/approach wasn’t as mature or ‘masterly’ as the style of someone like Mizoguchi, Yasujiro Ozu, or even Masaki Kobayashi. So, especially beginning with his wide-screen films, composition came to be favored over montage. Nevertheless, as the stories continued to feature the dynamic Mifune in stories driven by action, suspense, and/or dramatic tension, our eyes continued to dart back and forth in pursuit of the central action than fix into a meditative gaze on overall vision. We are more interested in things happening in Kurosawa’s universe than in the universe itself.
As contrast, in a film like STALKER, Tarkovsky could take us on a train ride that seems to go on forever, and yet, we don’t feel bored or restless. Instead of wondering where the journey will take us, we become immersed in the journey itself, as if every suspended second and every clickity-clack sound of the rail hold some significance as to the truth of things. There’s a contemplative quality that makes us less concerned with what is happening in time than with time itself, which, disassociated from immediate tasks, feels timeless.
In dramatic/narrative cinema, time is measured in terms of what needs to be done and what is being done, so when nothing relevant seems to be happening, we grow confused or bored, and this is a problem with DODESKADEN. It has lots of characters, and we expect lots of interaction, but Kurosawa’s style is strangely disengaged and detached, as if in favor of a more contemplative approach, which is antithetical to the boisterousness of the material. It’s like Monty Python skit with the Greek and German philosophers playing soccer. People are moping when they should be groping. Instead of making room for movement and emotions, arty barriers were erected to slow or freeze the action. Where a multitude of characters busily go about their lives, spontaneity and unpredictability are of th essence. A slum shouldn’t be treated like a Zen garden. In DODESKADEN, everyone is like a puppet waiting for permission to be funny, angry, happy, eccentric, etc. Such artificiality works in the films of Jacques Tati and Yasujiro Ozu. Every character, every little detail, every gesture, and every spoken word in an Ozu film is in tune with the directorial vision. We would never mistake Ozu’s films for realism, no more than details in a woodblock prints would be mistaken for photography. Though set in the real world and concerned with real life issues, they are like poetic puppet-plays where every word and movement seem rehearsed and ritualized. (Such artificiality would be out-of-place in an American setting but seems partly natural in the Japanese due to cultural rigidity and restraint as facets of Japanese social life. On the other hand, Ozu-like approach might work with the traditional British whose emphasis on manners partly ritualized their behavior, though, unlike the Japanese, the British developed the art of ironic repartee to pepper their gentile lives with sly ‘micro-aggressive’ subversion that could be wicked and funny in a wry understated way. Though Beavis n Butthead couldn’t be further apart from the English gentlemanly ideal, their sham-witticisms are a mutated, vulgarized, and demented form of the Anglo tradition. They ‘think’ they are oh-so-very-clever. Ozu’s films are graceful and poetic but also confining and constricted. If one accepts and attunes onself to the obstacles and barriers of this world, one can arrive at a kind of harmony. It’s like ‘grasshopper’ learning to tip toe on ‘rice paper’ in KUNG FU without tearing it. But it is not a natural harmony. It is a harmony that requires cultivation and practice, indeed a quality that needs to be instilled from childhood. One has to sit right, walk right, talk right, and etc. One cannot act like the Mifune character in SANJURO, which is like a Kurosawa vs Ozu movie, a scenario of a wolf lost in a obedience school for dogs. Because control is of the essence in the world of Ozu, physical self-awareness and emotional restraint often go hand-in-hand. Thus, it’s rare to see extreme motions or emotions in his films. People are mostly politely happy, politely sad, politely hurried, politely relaxed. It makes for a certain social gracefulness, but it’s also lacking in vitality. OHAYO is refreshing as an auto-subversive Ozu film because the two brothers — who are learning English by the way and even speak English greetings than Japanese ones — won’t go along with the established proprieties. Since they have no power over their family, let alone over Japanese society, they rebel by shutting up altogether like the woman in PERSONA. They want a TV set, and we can understand why the TV came to be especially appealing and addictive to the Japanese — like pachinko. In a society where every word and movement is regulated, one sought freedom — a sense of randomness and spontaneity — in the craziness of TV shows and bouncing balls of pachinko.) In contrast, the world of DODESKADEN is similar to those in THE LOWER DEPTHS and in RED BEARD, brimming with characters possessed of free will and spirited personalities, of impatience to do things in their own way. We expect them to push against the barriers than tiptoe around them. But under Kurosawa’s misconceived direction, they all seem lost in a wrong world, like the character running through Van Gogh paintings — surely one of Kurosawa’s worst moments — in DREAMS.
|Toshiro Mifune in SANJURO|
|Chishu Ryu in AUTUMN AFTERNOON or TASTE OF MACKEREL PIKE|
|OHAYO - As in Barry Levinson's AVALON, Peckinpah's OSTERMAN WEEKEND, and Hooper's POLTERGEIST, the increasing role of TV in modern life.|
|REQUIEM FOR A DREAM|
In the end, time has a way of reminding everyone of what life is really about. So, even young people who wanted to be ‘forever young’ and say they’d never get married and/or have kids eventually came around to seeing the truth, growing up, and settling down. Or, that used to be the case before the Rise of the TV or the Televinator. TV not only infects young people with false ideals and impossible idols — making guys lust after ‘bitchass hos’ and making women lust after the ‘punkass mofos’ — but keeps dishing out distractions to people even when they begin to realize that life is meaningless without marriage and family. In a world without TV, even those who’d pledged to be ‘forever young’ in their teens and early 20s come to realize by their early 30s and certainly by their early 40s that ‘eternal youth’ is a myth. And women begin to realize that if they don’t have kids soon, they are going to grow old and die alone. So, they finally begin to get serious about life. Or that used to be the case. But then came the TV and then the cable channels, and then video hookups and then the internet. And now, even as people grow into their 40s and 50s, they go on denying the truth of life as they go on being jolted with constant distractions of entertainment, diversions, videogames, and whatnot. So, even the eventuality of realizing the truth grows weaker with every new generation that is hooked up to yet more life-destroying gadgets that feed people with the false semblance of life. Though most Americans may not be as pathetic as the mother in REQUIEM FOR A DREAM, the impact of TV(and other diversions)on their lives is fundamentally the same. It is anti-life and against the proper procession of time. And in that sense, Japan and other modern nations have not only lost the old ways but the way. Ozu knew full well that old ways would always fade as new ways and new fashions take their place. However, he hoped that the way would remain, i.e. even if every new generation has its own styles, it would go through the same fundamental truth of life. And there is some of that in the film STILL WALKING by Hirokazu Koreeda. But when we ponder the total demographic collapse of Japan(as well as much of Western Europe), not only are the old ways gone but The Way has been lost too. The innocuous-seeming TV in OHAYO has come to poison our lives and indeed has taken the place of life. It is really the Culture of Death that is mistaken for the Culture of Life because the sounds and images emanating from TV’s seem so loud and lively; but in fact, TV offers the mere illusion of life. It is a pipe-fantasy, especially as today’s pop culture is so shamelessly divorced from reality, heritage, morality, and values; it is mostly about narcissism, hedonism, excess, and fantasies of power. Some argue that stuff like MADMEN, THE WIRE, LOST, SOPRANOS, GAME OF THRONES(some idiot fantasy about a dwarf), and BREAKING BAD are adult works of art, but they’ve fallen for a conceit that degrades the true meaning of art. Just become some middlebrow fare comes with a modicum of grit and clever dialogue doesn’t make it art. It’s just the trappings of art without the main dish. They are trashy fantasies of crime and violence with just enough ‘smart’ touches and details to fool the likes of Jonah Goldberg(who thinks BREAKING BAD is art) and Francis Fukuyama(who thinks THE WIRE is art because it has a homo-Negro hero.) Such dipshits wouldn’t know real art if it stared them in the face. (Consider NATIONAL REVIEW’s list of the greatest ‘conservative movies’.) People are drawn to the TV screen as the very stuff of life(like moth to a flame), but the TV sucks the life out of them, as happens with the mother in REQUIEM FOR A DREAM. The power of TV mimics life and appears to magnify/amplify the stuff of life, but it’s all an illusion that has nothing to do with real life. But as long as people have their faces glued to the TV, they feel as if in the presence of life(as something glamorous and/or sensationalistic) even as real life passes them by. Without TV, young people would eventually grow up to realize youth isn’t forever. They would begin to feel lonely as the energy of youth ebbs away, as their friends go separate ways, and as their parents grow older and die. In time, they would have feel compelled to find someone, settle down, have kids, and grow into meaningful adulthood. But TV not only fixates many people on the illusions and obsessions of ‘eternal youth’ but provides nonstop panacea of distractions from the real drama of life. It’s oft-been noted that many modern people choose to live alone and don’t mind doing so, but why is this? It’s because they are not really alone. They find ‘company’, ‘meaning’, ‘love’, ‘friendship’, and even ‘family’ through the TV(and maybe worse, through the internet and interactive video games).
TV, movies, and pop music also constantly feed people with images and sounds of youth, thus creating the illusion of fountain-of-youth to every addict. TV is to people-as-they-age what high school girls are to the Matthew McConughey character in DAZED AND CONFUSED: "I grow older, they stay the same age." His proximity to high school girls gives him the false impression that he’s forever-young when he’s just a ‘loser’(despite his good looks and style) who refuses to grow into full adulthood of the Vito-Corleone-School that is the only true way. Without TV and such contraptions/devices, would so many modern people be willing to live alone? They would eventually grow bored and lonely and come to the realization that life is meaningless without love, marriage, family, and children. They would do the right thing, grow up, find someone, and settle down. Also, without the TV, they would have grown up hearing more about their parents, grandparents, and etc. and they would have a deeper sense of where they came from; and that would make them think about what they owe to the ‘line of my people'.
|DAZED AND CONFUSED - Cool guy with pointless life.|
|GODFATHER PART 2 - Vito Corleone as a real man.|
In the dramatic/demanding narrative, the individual is insistent of his existence, conviction, passion, and/or ambition vis-a-vis the world. Or he may fear the world, as with the old man in RECORD OF A LIVING BEING, and desperately seek escape. Such fears, however, are not content with monastic withdrawal from the world. They are physical and social, which is why the old man in RECORD OF A LIVING BEING tries to convince his family to emigrate with him to Brazil. (On a deeper level, was the old man merely trying to escape from a nuclear holocaust? Or from the shame of living in a once sacred land made profane through defeat to and occupation by Americans?) He’s not content to crawl in a hole by himself. And his concerns are too physical and visceral to be meditative, spiritual, or philosophical. It’s more like he wants to run from Godzilla. He tries to play the Moses-like figure to his family, the patriarch whose authority must be obeyed. When others won’t follow him, he gets on his knees and pleads without pride and dignity, but he is nevertheless sticking by his guns in his absolute conviction that Japan will be demolished in the next great war. This impatient and impassioned quality has made Kurosawa’s films the most popular of Japanese cinema around the world, especially in America as Americans like strong characters who stand high above the rest and insists on doing things their way. In contrast, in the ‘mediative’ cinema of Ozu, there is no towering individual character, and what matters is the characters’ attentiveness to their apportioned places in the social order. There’s a kind of flower-arrangement-like game theory where no flower gets to be top flower but every flower has its integral place in the whole. Because Ozu focused on these interconnections, fragile yet resilient like spider webs, he didn’t have much to say about the interior lives of his characters. He respected their privacy as privacy is yet another necessary element in the arrangement of a polite society. If Ozu peered in too deep, it would have rudely undermined the etiquette so essential to his vision. (Kon Ichikawa was the master of peeping into privacy, and Shohei Imamura was the master of mingling with privacy.) There’s a kind of social psychology in Ozu’s films — like observing the hive mentality of bees — , but it’s a different game than individual psychology that is more familiar to Westerners. (But given the rise of PC, social psychology could become the more interesting field in the future. Does anyone have an independent or individual mind anymore in the West?)
|RECORD OF A LIVING BEING aka I RIVE IN FEAR - Toshiro Mifune as an apocalypse paranoid.|
There is another kind of subjectivity, one that might be called omnipotent-subjectivity. Almost all movies are omnipotent in nature because the camera seems to move around and see everything from an objective third-person viewpoint. This is omnipotent-objectivity. The camera has the power to be at any place at any given moment. It can follow any character, cut to any place or time, and see the world from endless number of angles. In this kind of omnipotent-objectivity, our focus is on whatever is shown and presented to us. The main purpose of omnipotent-objectivity is to provide the ‘ideal’ best-seat-in-the-house view of what’s happening. The view keeps shifting with each edit or movement of the camera, but the changes are made in accordance to the focus of our attention. For example, if a man drops an object into a storm drain and reaches with his hand to retrieve it, we might get a view from inside the sewage drain of his fingers clutching at the object. There is no sense that the camera has a world-view or heart of its own. It’s just a super-pair of eyes that goes anywhere to show us the ‘best’ view on the action, show us the most impressive sights and wonders, focus on the most intimate details of the characters, and etc. Even though omnipotent-objectivity can effectively capture the subjective emotions and moods of characters, the lens itself is a cold observer, not a thinker or feeler. Indeed, even most subjective point-of-view shots are essentially objective in nature because, even as they show us what a character is seeing, it focuses on his awareness of material reality than his interior moods or emotions. In contrast to omnipotent objectivity, omnipotent subjectivity creates the impression that the camera isn’t just a super-pair of eyes but possessed of a brain, a world-view, an agenda, a philosophy, or even spiritual essence. Instead of utilitarian grammar of tidy compositions, fluid camera movements, and neat editing to move in and out of the action or drama, omnipotent subjectivity proceeds with a will of its own, as if impervious to the unfolding action/events. It looks upon the world like the Monolith in 2001: A SPACE ODSSEY does.
There’s an element of transcendence in relation to the action/events, i.e. if the action/event has relevance in minutes, hours, and days, the omnipotent subjectivity may measure time in eons; thus, what may be urgent to those entangled in the action/event has little or no impact on the transcendental or cosmic scale of omnipotent subjectivity; it’s like the ‘mind’ that observes upon BARRY LYNDON seems aloof and distanced from the action even as it meticulously notices every little detail of its richly adorned world. In if violence erupts in a Kurosawa film, the image cuts to the chase to show the action. A film like HIDDEN FORTRESS features a powerful use of omnipotent objectivity. In contrast, omnipotent subjectivity will not surrender its own ‘agenda’ or ‘world-view’ to serve or play second-fiddle to the ‘main action’. It will continue to circle, observe, or even ‘neglect’ the action on its own terms. This was very much the way Tarkovsky approached his art, and it was why I couldn’t quite appreciate ANDREI RUBLEV on my first viewing. I kept wondering why Russian dullard doesn’t cut the image or move the camera to heighten the drama or amplify the violence. Even in the brutal scene of Tartar invasion/sacking of a Russian village, there’s an ascetic detachment amidst the terror — that might have influenced the muted first part of the attack on the Third Castle in RAN — that is so different from Elem Klimov’s treatment of the Nazi pillage in COME AND SEE.
|ANDREI RUBLEV - Tatar Invasion|
It took some time for the camera to develop a kind of self-consciousness — a camera cerveau or camera espirit than mere camera stylo — , and perhaps the first truly startling case was MAN WITH A MOVIE CAMERA by Dziga Vertov. Even so, Vertov’s main focus was the mind-eye than the mind-soul. It offered a self-conscious means by which cinema could see, reflect, and understand itself. The first artist to perhaps lend cinema something like an ‘independent’ soul was either Carl Dreyer with THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC or F.W. Murnau with SUNRISE. Quite possibly Dreyer took it as far it could go with VAMPYR, possibly the most trance-like and spellbinding of all films. If a movie camera could be smuggled into a dream and retrieved with the captured footage, the result would be something like VAMPYR.
|VAMPYR by Carl Dreyer|
|TRAVELING PLAYERS - Theo Angelopoulos|
Different cultures, times, and places perceived and conceived of reality in different ways. Surely, how time and space unfolds in a monastery differs markedly from how they operate inside the stock exchange room in Wall Street. Therefore, different worlds call for different frames of mind. Tarkovsky’s vision of Medieval Russia is perfect for ANDREI RUBLEV but would be out of place in the world of Linklater’s DAZED AND CONFUSED. Films made with personal vision attuned to unique qualities of certain times and places have a power beyond that found in Hollywood epics that conformed to established standards. Is it any wonder that the Ancient Near East of THE TEN COMMANDMENTS, the Ancient Rome of BEN-HUR or SPARTACUS, and the Renaissance world of THE AGONY AND THE ECSTASY all seem more or less interchangeable in the way people look, talk, act, and etc? (Since then, the Hollywood’s standards have changed but not the general approach of enforcing the standards. So, every historical epic today looks either like GLADIATOR, TROY, or 300.) And they are scored with the same kind of Hollywood music. In contrast, consider the pagan world of MARKETA LAZAROVA by František Vlácil, the feudal Japan of SEVEN SAMURAI, the medieval Russia of ANDREI RUBLEV, the Italy of the Risorgimento in THE LEOPARD, the 18th century Europe of BARRY LYNDON, the Merry England of Welles’ CHIMES AT MIDNIGHT, and the Central Asia confronted by the Mongol invasion in GIBEL OTRARA. While I love movies like BEN-HUR, SAMSON AND DELILAH, and EL CID, they are essentially superior costume dramas(or parties). Indeed, what is most remarkable about THE WILD BUNCH isn’t the violence but its look and feel. It doesn’t look or sound like ‘standard’ Western of the time, just like 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY dispensed with all the established standards of the Hollywood science fiction genre. The limitation of Classic Hollywood was it generally suppressed not only personal vision(unique way of looking at the world) but realistic depiction(the way different realities sound and feel in accordance to their own details and moods). Everything had to conform to the ‘acceptable’. (Kubrick’s THE KILLING is an interesting work as it sticks with all the conventions by the letter — even by every stroke of the letter — , all the while disordering them in such a way as to make a mockery of the genre. Kubrick’s approach was like the Adolph Menjou character’s manipulations in PATHS OF GLORY. Just as the devious general’s manipulation of codes of honor made a mockery of military procedures in battle and justice, Kubrick’s jumbling of chronology accompanied by straight-faced voice-over narrative turned a crime thriller into a farce. Arrangement and tone are everything. It’s like DR. STRANGELOVE began as a serious movie but was turned into comedy by shift in tone and emphasis.) So, Hollywood gangsters had to operate as caricatures of the genre. Even when wild and crazy, it was Hollywood’s image of ‘wild and crazy’, as with the stock characters of James Cagney or Paul Muni. They were types than individualities. And the women had to look or act in accordance with established types and styles, such as the goddess, the temptress, the vamp, the femme fatale, the good girl, the respectable lady, the schoolmarm, the caring mother, the saintly nun-type, and etc. And certain actors and actresses became almost synonymous with certain types. So, John Wayne became the standard model of the Western cowboy. Gregory Peck became the standard model of the stalwart idealist. Barbara Stanwyck embodied intelligence and feistiness in a woman. But they could never be truly singular and peculiar, a person like no other, like Marlon Brando in A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE. Though Kowalski can be categorized as a type — the male lout of so many Hollywood movies — , he is also something more, a man who reeks of his own biography, psychology, and lusts. He isn’t cut from the same cloth but stitched of his own leather.
Hollywood found both personal vision and commitment to reality/factuality problematic if not threatening because both undermined the standards and formulas around which the industry and its interests revolved. Personal vision insisted on going against the grain of what had been established as safe, profitable, & respectable and imposed the artist’s uncertain and possibly dangerous stamp on the material. And attention to reality dragged cinema to many places it didn’t want to go. While Hollywood made its share of grim movies about social problems such as poverty and injustice, it nevertheless preferred to stick to standards with their familiar dichotomies of good vs evil — as in ERIN BROKOVICH — and pat solutions to keep the audience in a childish state of mind. With standards and formulas, the problems of reality could be simplified into issue of righteous anguish. The formula could replicate the shell of realism while grinding out the same sausage according to industry standard. Consider all the films and TV shows that look and sound ‘so real’ but hardly deviate from conventions of good & bad and political correctness. Because garbage like MADMEN has sex and foul language galore, pseudo-sophisticates are likely to mistake it for truth than sensationalism that it really is. The standard is more assuring to both conservatives and liberals than is a view of reality that comes to grip with reality on its own terms. MEAN STREETS and TAXI DRIVER are more dangerous films than Hollywood gangster & crime movies because there are no pat identifications of characters and no simple demarcations of good and evil. The gangsters of MEAN STREETS are not a breed apart but very much people in our world. They are not a part of an escapist gangster world but the kind of punks we may run into. As for Travis Bickle, he defies any simple categorization of good vs evil, sane or insane.
Though liberals were the first ones to call for greater artistic freedom in personal vision and closer attention to detail whereas conservatives feared that such creative freedoms would encourage nihilism and relativism, in the long run liberals who came to be just as anxious about issue of personal vision and attention to reality in cinema. After all, suppose someone were to make a truly honest film about race relations that eschewed the Liberal standard of something like TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD and MISSISSIPPI BURNING, the film by Alan Parker that, while filled with dark and troubling details, assured Liberals and the Civil Rights crowd with the simple myth of ‘good saintly Negroes’ being oppressed by thoroughly worthless and irredeemable ‘southern rednecks’. But was the reality in the South really that simple? Of course not. (Furthermore, excessive/sensationalistic use of violence may actually have a fairytale effect on the audience because it scares adults into a state of childlike infantilism. It also simplifies the moral issues with the power of fright. A little scare goes a long way in convincing childish minds; consider the mileage religions got with their tales of devils and hells. After all, if one is led to believe that the Deep South was so horrible 24/7 with crazy KKK riding around and hanging Negroes from every tree, then there’s no need to think further about the issue. Just believe in the fairytale of the noble Negro and evil white man. But every society, group, or nation could do this. Even National Socialist Germany could have made a scary movie about communists doing horrible things and frightened German audiences into thinking, ‘the commies are so evil that we, the anti-communist Germans, must be so good’. Also, considering that EVERY race, nation, and group committed their own share of horrors, ‘excessive’ or sensationalistic depiction of such violence in cinema could be used to justify or discredit any people or cause. For instance, if a SCHINDLER’S LIST-style movie about the Nakba depicted Zionists acting horribly toward Palestinians, the audience will come away thinking Zionism is simply evil and there’s nothing more to think about it. But the same thing can be done about American atrocities in WWII to turn the ‘Good War’ into the ‘Bad War’. As every side committed atrocities and horrors, it’d be simplistic to determine the overall good or evil of anything based on ultra-violent depictions of what may have taken place. While SCHINDLER’S LIST may show a lot of factually correct violence, the overall impact is manipulative and childlike because Spielberg is playing us no differently than the way he did in JAWS, CLOSE ENCOUNTERS, and JURASSIC PARK. Besides, a Nazi Spielberg could have made a similar movie about how Jewish communists cruelly murdered a lot of innocent people in the USSR. While such a movie may show realistic violence based on actual events, the sheer visceral power of the images/sounds would likely frighten and inflame the audience to seeing the world in terms of simple good vs bad. Furthermore, the Nazis would, of course, forbid similar movies made about their own atrocities. Jew-run Hollywood works the same way. It makes all these movies to shame and guilt-bait Northern Europeans and white Americans over the Holocaust and slavery, but it forbids any movie about how Jewish communists participated in mass killings in the USSR, ethnic cleansing & imperialism in Israel/Palestine, and are in the process of committing massive racial destruction of the white race in the US and EU. While there’s surely factual truth to the brutality of stuff like SCHINDLER’S LIST and 12 YEARS A SLAVE, their overall impact isn’t to make people think to but scare them like children into seeing the world in simple terms of good vs evil. The reason why Jews hated Mel Gibson’s PASSION OF THE CHRIST is it pulled the same fright-trick but against Jews. Indeed, the narrative of Jesus’s suffering at the hands of Jews and Romans goes to show the sheer power of fright and righteous outrage, or ‘frighteousness’. Though countless people had been crucified by the Romans, the story of torture and killing of Jesus took on special power because it was mounted as Passion Play over and over and over, thus emotionally working on childlike Christian hearts & minds to feel ‘frighteous’ in their outrage over what had been done to Jesus, especially by the damn Jews. Today, Jews are taking revenge by using the same kind of scare tactic against Northern Europeans and white Americans.)And Jewish Liberals certainly don’t have much appreciation for the powerful personal visions of D.W. Griffith with THE BIRTH OF A NATION, Mel Gibson with THE PASSION OF THE CHRIST, Leni Riefenstahl with THE TRIUMPH OF THE WILL & OLYMPIAD, Walter Hill with THE LONG RIDERS, and John Milius with RED DAWN. And the Liberal film critic Roger Ebert didn’t like RIDE WITH THE DEVIL(possibly Ang Lee’s best film if not LIFE OF PI) because of its realism of presenting white Southerners as people than scum-of-the-earth. The film is actually highly critical of the Old South’s racial prejudices but without resorting to the Hollywood Standard of dehumanizing Southerners to shore up easy sanctimony among ‘progressive’ types and the Negroes. Sometimes, a personal vision in close association with respect for reality produces a work that poses challenges to the viewer. Consider a film like MY BEAUTIFUL LAUNDRETTE or C.R.A.Z.Y. There is no easy way to feel about either whether you’re white, ‘Paki’, homosexual, anti-‘gay’, young, old, father, son, daughter, etc. It simply won’t let the viewer lean on the crutch of the Standard — be it traditionalism, liberalism, radicalism, or political correctness — and affix labels on everything as ‘progressive’, ‘reactionary’, ‘racist’, ‘homophobic’, ‘us’, or ‘them’. They compel us to acknowledge the multiple realities surrounding each of us as every person has a different narrative and his or her own dreams, hopes, fears, and anxieties. To be among other people is to be among other realities.
The appeal of cinema is contradictory because, on the one hand, it brings us in closer contact with other realities(as emoted and dramatized by characters), but on the other hand, it draws us into a shared reality which is dominated by the star character. Cinema makes us see beyond ourselves but also makes us subordinate and submissive to its vision of reality as embodied by its main characters. After all, the ‘reality’ of most movies is dominated by the agendas, missions, or agendas of their main characters. The reason why RASHOMON had such an electrifying effect on cinema wasn’t simply due to Kurosawa’s technical mastery and innovativeness; it was because it undermined the convention of the dominant reality. As every ‘reality’/perspective presented by each witness in RASHOMON had equal validity, there was no ‘correct’ reality for us to surrender to. Most movies serve up a dominant reality as embodied by the main character, and therein lies the power and danger of cinema. (It is even more dangerous with Rap music because it’s all about me, me, me, my reality, my thing, my power, my rage, etc. In contrast, movies and novels, despite the primacy of main characters, still must acknowledge the presence of other people and their contrasting dreams and desires. And country music told stories that went beyond ‘me’. But Rap is only about me, me, and me. It urges young kids to grow up thinking that each of them is either the center of the universe or should worship the center of the universe who happens to be the rap star.) Because most viewers come under the spell of the main character, they end up rooting for him even if he’s a bad guy or a crazy guy, like a bank robber or a nut like Travis Bickle of TAXI DRIVER. Precisely because of such submission-identifications with the main character, Hollywood Jews are very mindful about what kind of movies get made. Jews don’t want movies where the dominant character is some proud white southern guy or a noble Palestinian. Main characters are usually the kind of people who happen to be favored by Jews and homos. If characters from disfavored groups are to be featured in movies, they are shown as villains or despicable secondary characters whom the viewers are made to hate via their submission-identification with the main character. Cinema, especially as practiced by Hollywood, doesn’t so much make us empathize with others as surrender to them(in their dominance as main characters). Cinema makes us more aware of other realities but also fuses our minds into a single ‘shared reality’. If 300 people were shown a favorable film about Adolf Hitler or Joseph Stalin, they’d be made to empathize with someone — Der Fuhrer or Comrade Stalin — other than themselves. Yet, they are also being merged into a single mind united in admiration for Hitler or Stalin. Thus, cinema both expands and narrows empathy. Whites who go weepy-poo over the mountain-sized Negro who wuvs a wittle white mouse in GREEN MILE may be rising above their conventional white reality, but they are also being fused into a single politically correct ‘shared reality’ that has no sympathy and empathy for white Southerners and noble white race-ists who see the truth, especially that the notion of a mountain-sized Negro who wuvs a wittle white mouse is a pure myth that has no basis in reality. Whenever cinema expands sympathy/empathy in regard to one people, it narrows and even annihilates sympathy/empathy for another people. A film like Otto Preminger’s EXODUS makes the audience ‘empathize’ with Jews and Zionists but shuts their hearts/minds to Arabs and Palestinians. So, cinema doesn’t necessarily expand empathy; rather, it expands empathy in one direction while shutting it off in other directions; and the directions of empathy are determined by those who control the film industry, and in the US, they are Jews, just like in National Socialist Germany, it was guys like Joseph Goebbels.
|EXODUS by Otto Preminger - Cinema favors, even dictates, collective 'empathy' for one people while denying it to another people. EXODUS made Americans feel for Jews, un-feel for Palestinians.|
In their combined effort to resist the stultifying pressures of the Standard, personal vision and respect for reality became allies at one time, but it was never an easy alliance. Italian Neo-Realism in the postwar period was the most powerful declaration of this alliance. As cinema under Mussolini’s regime had mostly been a second-rate imitation of the Hollywood Standard that favored ‘safe entertainment’ and melodramas, a film-maker like Roberto Rossellini broke free with a combination of a powerful personal vision/style and an almost documentary-like plunge into raw reality with all its poverty, violence, and desperation. Luis Bunuel took it even further with LOS OLVIDADOS in Mexico. And in America, the film-maker who most effectively combined powerful personality with raw reality was Elia Kazan in the 1950s. (The special hatred that leftists felt for Kazan had less to do with his cooperation with HUAC than the fact that he was one of the great theater and cinematic talents of his generation. Had Kazan been just another hack, it would have been no great loss. But his genuine talent made it a big loss, especially as Kazan did some of his best work AFTER he turned on his former communist friends. My guess is Kazan’s actions had less to do with principles than with his oily Greek lack of character as Greeks are some of the biggest opportunists that ever lived. In the end, it wasn’t about ideology but ethnicity. Because Kazan wasn’t a Wasp but a fellow ethnic, Jews took it especially bitterly. According to the Jewish Narrative, the ethnics should be united in the Progressive Struggle against Country Club Wasps. But then, Jewish rage and bitterness about the Hollywood Ten were also more about ethnicity than ideology. Jews saw the whole affair as conservative Wasps using anti-communism to come after Jews. If today the homo agenda is the proxy of Jewish power in America, communism was the proxy of Jewish subversion in the 30s to the 50s.) It was as if the purity of personal vision and the truth of reality were one and the same. But of course they weren’t and had only been joined at the hip because of their resistance against their common enemy, the Standard of the day. In fact, personal vision tends to play by its own rules, biases, preferences, and passions that are, more often than not, at odds with the larger social reality and, of course, the competing personal visions of others. If personal vision is allowed to break free of the Standard and do as it pleases, it is more likely to try to impose itself on reality than serve to honestly reflect reality. Just consider the films of Oliver Stone that pretend to be about real world problems but mostly project Stone’s own paranoia and demons on the world, especially in nonsense films like JFK and NATURAL BORN KILLERS. Even when personal vision deals with the rough stuff of reality, it seeks to mold reality according to one’s own personal ‘logic’ and ‘principles’.
Perhaps, the film method that most accurately reflects reality is cinema verite, but it’s certainly not the favored approach of film-makers with powerful personal visions. Rather, cinema verite is favored by film-makers who care more about the subject matter than the subjective vision. For cinema verite film-makers, the camera is merely a tool for capturing what’s out there. (Does cinema verite capture reality more truthfully or accurately? But then, which cinema verite do we mean? Surely, the methods of cinema verite have changed with the technology. Today, most of cinema verite — if indeed it is still called that — is shot on digital video and even with steady-cam. Yet, classic cinema verite was shot in 16 mm film with shaky hand-held camera. The images tended to be grainy washed-out color or black & white. The image was often jerky since the camera was hand-held and steady-cam technology arrived much later. The old cinema verite style came to be identified with truth, reality, honesty, and accuracy, but was it really? After all, our sensory systems come with natural steady cam mechanism. Even when we were running, our spatial perception remains stable. So, the shaky hand-held look isn’t accurate in terms of how we experience reality. Also, we see reality as crisp, clean, and colorful. Unless one has optical problems, we don’t see grainy images, and we sure don’t see reality as b/w. So, actually a 007 movie’s visuals are closer to reality than what was shown through classic cinema verite. So, what made classic cinema verite seem so truthful if its images actually looked less like the reality we see in the world? Classic cinema verite seemed more truthful because it tackled topics and subjects overlooked by Hollywood. Also, it captured images of real people doing real things in social reality. Also, there was an element of spontaneity and unrehearsed-ness so essential to life. So, a kind of Pavlovian mind-set took over and conflated truth with distortions. If social reality is ‘distorted’ with grainy b/w images while escapist fantasies of 007 are captured in realistic color, one might come to associate grainy b/w with truth and lifelike color with untruth. And yet, the real world looks crisp, clean, and colorful, more like YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE than DON’T LOOK BACK or GIMME SHELTER.) For the film-maker with personal vision, the camera is a molder of reality into a kind of self-enclosed ‘universe’ with its own logic, form, and feel.
Therefore, as the personal film-maker gained ever more freedom and power to do as he pleased, he became ever more disassociated from not only the Standard but from reality. Some became indulgent, like Coppola with ONE FROM THE HEART. Others turned solipsist, like Jean-Luc Godard and Jacques Rivette.
But the strangest product of personal creativity was when the artist imposed his hyper personal vision on the rawest representation of reality, resulting in works like THE LAST MOVIE(Dennis Hopper), BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA, HEAVEN’S GATE(Michael Cimino), APOCALYPSE NOW, FITZCARRALDO(Werner Herzog), CRUISING(William Friedkin), and 1900(Bernardo Bertolucci). Personal vision, good or bad, can do as it pleases within its own personal space of the imagination, but when it rubs up against brutal reality, it is confronted with the crisis of the Compatibility Principle. Is the personal vision compatible with the social/natural world being presented? (Indeed, the very question is absurdly contradictory since the world is bigger than any single person and doesn’t care what anyone thinks, however grandiose his ego may be. In FITZCARRALDO, the nature and primitive folks — indeed most of the civilized folks — don’t give a crap about the hero’s mad idea of establishing an opera house in the middle of the Amazon. And yet, there is something about the human mind that is latently and patently megalomaniacal, as evinced in Terrence Malick’s ludicrous TREE OF LIFE. Why is this? It’s because no matter how vast and timeless the universe may be, each of us can only know of the universe through his or her mind. As our mind processes our consciousness of the universe, there’s a lurking sense within us that our mind IS the universe, especially as the world/universe known to each of us began with our birth and will end with our death. Indeed, babies can’t differentiate between their perception of reality and reality. If they want something but if reality doesn’t provide it for them, they get awful frustrated. It’s only later that they realize that their perception of reality and reality are separate things and that reality doesn’t exist to conform to their every wish. A child may wish upon the stars, but stars don’t care. Fairy tales appeal to children because they offer the hope that one’s wishes and hopes could magically come true, indeed as if the universe listens to our dreams and does everything possible to realize them for us. It’s like the universe takes care of Forrest Gump. It’s like the David in A.I.: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE forever wants the universe to re-materialize his ‘mommy’. But adult minds know that the universe doesn’t work like that. It doesn’t conform to our wishes. Instead, religions say the universe works according to the designs of God or gods. Instead of expecting the universe to make our dreams come true, we should accept life as it is and accept universe as it is. We should leave it up to God or the gods who are the true creators and controllers of the universe, and their ultimate plan is beyond our power of understanding and knowledge. And yet, there is a fairytale element in religion because, through prayer and/or meditation, we believe God and gods — or higher reality — will serve as conduits with the universe for our wishes and dreams. The universe doesn’t exist to grant us our wishes, but maybe God will nudge the universe to do us a favor if we pray hard enough and/or lead exemplary lives according to His will. One difference between pagan religions and Judaism/Christianity/Islam is that gods are part of the universe in the former, whereas the universe is the mere creation of God in the latter. In the pagan-verse, universe is bigger than gods; in the Judeo-Christo-Islamo-verse, God is bigger than the universe. Atheist rationalists feel themselves to be the most adult and mature. They see the universe for what it is on its own terms. They don’t believe that the universe pays heed to us, and they don’t believe in God or gods that can serve as intermediaries between us and the universe. They seek hard truths about the endless facets of the universe through observation and experimentation. And yet, there is a kind of fairy-tale element to scientific rationalism as well. There is the over-exuberance and optimism among many people that science will figure our and solve everything. It may even create the transhuman technology that may turn us into godlike beings. Also, some atheist-rationalists become so enamored of their minds as truth-seekers and truth-finders that they come to worship their own power of reason as the most awesome thing in the universe. Is it any wonder that so many famous atheist-rationalists are among the most glib, arrogant, prickly, and arrogant jerk-offs? Like Sam Harris for instance. It’s especially annoying because the highest sense of right vs wrong for these so-called atheist-rationalists is little more than PC tripe that continues to spread the lie that "race is just a social construct" and "it is ‘homophobic’ to insist that a man’s fecal hole is not a proper sex organ.") Bertolucci’s 1900 is supposedly about real people, real struggle, and real revolution, but everyone and everything is used as clowns, freaks, and animals in Bertolucci’s personal vision of history as circus pageantry of the radical chic imagination. BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA is wound up so tightly within self-pitying paranoia that it has no real connection to the grim realities depicted all around.
THE LAST MOVIE suffers from pretty much the same problem. It’s what one might call ‘method film-making’, one that has no real interest in the Latin American locale it’s set in — but then, keep in mind EASY RIDER is about a couple of bikers who go to New Orleans to lose themselves in acid trips and self-indulgence. (There’s a paradoxical appeal to travel or adventure. On the one hand, you’re removing yourself from familiar surroundings and going to another world where you have to learn about and adjust to new things, people, and culture. On the other hand, it is a means to get closer to yourself or your imagined true self. It’s like Burt Reynolds character in DELIVERANCE says, "Sometimes you have to lose yourself before you can find anything." The place where you live and work may designate what ‘you’ are, but this ‘you’ is already established and set in stone. And you may not like this ‘you’ where you’re stuck in. So, you may set off to ‘paradise’ or ‘new land’ for the chance to find the ‘real you’. It’s like Joe Buck goes to NY to find the ‘real you’ as a hustler who’d rake in big bucks by bedding rich older women. Of course, if you have a lot of money, you can travel to paradisiacal resorts to lose yourself to find the ‘real you’. But it is a fantasy sustained by money. Part of the appeal of Mexico for Sam Peckinpah was the fantasy of finding the ‘real you’ there as modernity came to dictate too much of what an American was supposed to be; America was controlled by technology and mass media, the new ‘railroad’ of the latter half of the 20th century. Many directors traveled around the world in the late 60s and the 70s to find the ‘real you’. Hopper, William Friedkin, Herzog, and Peckinpah made films in Latin America. Antonioni made ZABRISKIE POINT in the US. Kurosawa had planned to make an American film — THE RUNAWAY TRAIN — , but the project fell through, but he eventually made DERSU UZALA in Russia. Some directors worked in ‘exile’ because funding dried up at home. Others took the plunge in the spirit of searching for El Dorado — not for gold but the truth of man and nature. ) It was like someone rolling up his sleeves to wrestle with reality only to roll around drunk in the mud. Imagine if Jesus decided to drink a whole bottle of whiskey before going among the wretched. The problem of many ‘auteurs’ was intoxication in their own egos, and this problem could be resolved neither at home nor abroad; the problem was really a matter of the heart. It’s like Peter Fonda’s character near the end of EASY RIDER says, "We blew it", which would turn out to be prophetic words for the ‘auteur’ film-making of the 1970s that conflated personal excessive-ism and adventurism with truth, integrity, and even sanctity.
Few film-makers messed up as royally in this regard as Michael Cimino with HEAVEN’S GATE, a work that was supposed to be about American history, suffering immigrants, power & corruption, and all the other issues that were a matter of life and death in the Western frontier. And yet, Cimino’s main interest wasn’t with the history(or historical facts), characters, morality, politics, and human lives but with his personal obsession with the ‘pictoriality’, which would have been fine if he were a painter or a still photographer. But as a storyteller dealing with an important chapter in the American West with hefty themes of politics, ethnicity, and money, his mind, heart, and eyes were in the wrong place. He should approached the material like a novelist, not a landscape painter or art photographer. The film accuses the rich Wasps of misplaced moral priorities, but the film suffers from something similar: misplaced aesthetic values as Cimino prized his personal obsession with pretty things over matters truly relevant to the core issues of the story. It’s as if Kurosawa had made SEVEN SAMURAI in the style of Franco Zeffirelli. The result, impressive as it is in pictorial terms, is as ludicrous as DUEL IN THE SUN directed by King Vidor under orders from the bloated David O. Selznick.
Cimino was obviously less interested in the characters that what surrounded them. In this, HEAVEN’S GATE has something in common with LOLA MONTEZ. It’s a strange effect when the setting and the background become the ‘main characters’ while actual characters are reduced to props and the story serves as excuse for elaborate production values. It’s like a song where the lyrics and the singing are secondary to the orchestration and production of the number. Of course, sometimes production values are used mask the absence of core material. It’s like Pink Floyd’s albums after the departure of Roger Waters were mostly grandiose orchestrations around a hollow core. One problem of HEAVEN’S GATE could have been the lack of a strong enough story, but even had there been one, Cimino chose the stereoscope over the stethoscope.
What every film artist must ask is whether his personal vision is compatible with the reality he’s representing or the world/universe he wishes to create. Obviously, Ingmar Bergman’s
personal vision would be ill-suited to capturing the world of DAZED AND CONFUSED, and Ozu’s personal vision would have been useless in the world of APOCALYPSE NOW or THE WILD BUNCH. Consider how Coppola messed up THE OUTSIDERS and RUMBLE FISH, simple tales of young toughs and social misfits by imposing personal visions utterly incompatible with the materials. THE OUTSIDERS, for some reason, was made in the manner of GONE WITH THE WIND, DUEL IN THE SUN, and EAST OF EDEN. It goes for epic tragedy with gold-tinged nostalgia when hard-nosed storytelling would have sufficed and done better. RUMBLE FISH is so busy being ‘experimental’ that it has no time to make us care about characters who never develop into anything.
In the case of CROSS OF IRON, Peckinpah loaded the story with so many of his pet themes that we wonder why a story set in the Eastern front in World War II feels like out-takes from THE WILD BUNCH and other tales of American outlaws. James Coburn’s Steiner is impressive and likable, but he is more the Western loner type than any plausible commander of men in the Wehrmacht. It’s one thing for artists to find their own personal take on the material but quite another to dump their psychological obsessions and/or aesthetic preferences on it. The result can be something as atrocious as Baz Luhrman’s THE GREAT GATSBY or just about anything by Terry Gilliam except for MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL, parts of TIME BANDITS, and FISHER KING. Gilliam usually had poor, if any, understanding of the source material and just poured lava of gooey excess all over it, resulting in garbage as BRAZIL(a perversion of George Orwell’s 1984), TWELVE MONKEYS(atrocity against LA JETEE), and FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS(CGI run amok in the most drearily literal approximation of the hallucination experience).
Kubrick had an excellent nose for sniffing out materials best suited for his personal vision, and I suspect the problems he had with SPARTACUS went beyond his disagreements with Kirk Douglas. As an intensely character-driven narrative, it offered less room for the director to play the role of ‘auteur’. Likewise, in the earlier project of ONE-EYED JACKS, Kubrick’s departure may have been only due in part to his personal falling out with Brando. He may have sensed that the material simply didn’t suit his sensibility and approach. (The remarkable thing about Kubrick as was the case with Eisenstein, was how he rarely lost sight of the overall concept and how everything, from the grandest design to the smallest detail, meaningfully interconnected with everything else. The problem of directors like Peckinpah, Coppola, Herzog, Visconti, and Cimino — even Lean and Kurosawa — in their bigger productions was a tendency to lose sight of key things as the result of their obsession with other things. Kubrick was one of the few directors who kept his head above waters nearly at all times, though he too lost the sight sometimes, as in the ending of THE SHINING and some of the later scenes in FULL METAL JACKET. When one compares BARRY LYNDON with HEAVEN’S GATE, Kubrick’s genius becomes obvious in contrast to Cimino’s real but limited talent. In BARRY LYNDON, everything interweaves seamlessly and integrally whereas the very strength of HEAVEN’S GATE is inseparable from its weaknesses, i.e., it looks damn great because Cimino neglected just about everything else. Kubrick fed all the children to grow big; Cimino overfed one child to grow into a giant while starving the rest.) While some directors are very adaptive and can easily adjust themselves all kinds of styles — like Brian DePalma, John Huston, and Kon Ichikawa — , other directors prefer to stick with their preferred vision. The obvious examples are Yasujiro Ozu, Robert Bresson, and Michelangelo Antonioni. Some directors are only good at their chosen method and style. Indeed, it’s difficult to imagine Ozu or Bresson would have been good at anything other than making their own films, but some directors who are capable of a wider range of expression choose to remain true to their signature style out of conviction and ego. After Kubrick, Kurosawa, and Lean became renowned for their special kind of mega-vision, they simply couldn’t settle for anything else. It was only in ‘retirement mode’ following RAN that Kurosawa was content to make ‘small’ movies again.
Personal vision is inseparable from the artist’s personality, and in the cinephile community, the introverts have generally received more acclaim than the extroverts. A useful contrast can be seen between Federico Fellini the extrovert and Michelangelo the introvert, at least in their cinematic styles. The extrovert personality of Fellini was all about color, noise, rancor, hubbub, and busybodied theatrics. It was about engaging with the world, usually not in the most thoughtful of ways. So, the bride in THE WHITE SHEIK foolishly allows herself to be seduced by some cheap model of a photo-play magazine. And the ne’er-do-wells of I VITELLONI are experts at wasting time and refusing to grow up. No one really searches for meaning or is capable of finding any, but there’s a lot of humor, amusement, pathos, and even accidental grace by the way of comedy or tragedy or both. Characters stumble through life with their immaturity, insecurities, delusions, and ambitions(usually tawdry and indistinguishable from delusions), but on occasion, they do trip upon wisdom too, especially when they least expect it. It’s not a profound vision of life, but it captures life as a multi-layered circus full of joys and sorrows. Fellini, like the character of LA DOLCE VITA, was not an intellectual nor even capable of anything resembling deep thought. At his most philosophical, he could only get a whiff of something more substantive and meaningful that always lay beyond his grasp. Fellini’s outlook on life wasn’t much different from that of Jordan Belfort in THE WOLF OF WALL STREET. The difference is that Belfort never felt any trepidations or remorse about his indulgences and excesses, whereas Fellini, due to reasons of his Catholic/traditional upbringing and ambitions as artist, was conflicted between a desire for shameless bacchanalia and sober reflection. He could neither fully indulge himself without shame nor fully embrace the life of the mind in rejection of temptations of life-as-nonstop-circus. He was a born magician of cinema and could find poetry & beauty even in shopworn sentiments and crudest vulgarity. Who else but Fellini could have made a classic like LA STRADA? Having come to prominence in the 1950s when the cultural community was hungry for film-makers as personal artists(especially as modernist artists), Fellini came under pressure to be more cerebral, sophisticated, and avant-garde. But he just didn’t have it in him to be a truly modernist artist or intellectual artist. This insecurity first surface in LA DOLCE VITA, the main character of which is only good for partying, carousing, fooling around, drinking, and having a good time. Fellini was a great magician-party-animal-circus-master of cinema; he was not a thinker, intellectual, or avant-garde-ist. But due to the cultural/intellectual burden on his shoulders as one of the giants of cinema-as-art, Fellini felt compelled to make some grand statement about society, mankind, and etc. And cinephiles wanted to see deeper meaning in his films. Therefore, LA DOLCE VITA was rather misinterpreted and overpraised as a commentary on excess, decadence, loss of soul, and alienation. But in fact, if the film has any virtue, it’s because the main character knows how to have one hell of time with celebrities and the glamorous crowd. When he meets his friend, an intellectual-philosopher named Steiner(a sort of austere Antonioni-like figure), he begins to feel self-doubt, even something like shame, because unlike Steiner, who seems devoted to things of meaning and beauty, he himself is frittering away his life on women, partying, and frivolous distractions. (But then, he feels betrayed by Steiner who ends up killing not only himself but his own children as well. He also feels betrayed by his father who goes off with a young woman.) So, he goes off on his own to write a serious book, but he just can’t do it. He is all about living-it-up. He can’t sit still and think and peer into his own soul. He has to keep on moving. Fellini was that kind of a film-maker. Not a deep artist but wonderful at capturing the humor, the exuberance, and the pathos of life. There is no special meaning to be found in his films. What matters is the charm, the magic, the sparkle, the occasional poetic passage. LA DOLCE VITA was really Fellini’s confession of shallowness and emptiness. It was his way of saying, "I have nothing to say but I sure know how to party", and his films were great circus acts. But then, the critics misunderstood LA DOLCE VITA, and many of them saw it as a kind of profound statement on the soullessness of modern man. So, Fellini’s confession of emptiness was taken as a testament of his profound understanding of modernity. LA DOLCE VITA was compared with Antonioni’s L’AVVENTURA, obviously much deeper work. Fellini was both irritated and exhilarated by the critical misunderstanding of his film. He’d demonstrated his worth as master-magician and worthlessness as thinker, but the educated fools were hailing him as a great modern artist with deep insights into the modern condition. On the other hand, his ego just soaked up all the adulation, and he begin to think, "Gee, maybe I really am a great artist-philosopher with something to ‘say’." The great success of LA DOLCE VITA with both the critics and the audience raised expectations for his next film sky high. But, in fact, he really had nothing to say. Indeed, his best films of the 1950s were about clowns, fools, losers, derelicts, outcasts, and ne’er-do-wells, and their value lay in Fellini’s warmth, humor, and sympathetic treatment. There was nothing intellectual or deeply meaningful about them; they were certainly intelligent and insightful, and plenty of great art has been about ordinary people, and great truths about us can be unearthed from our lies. THE GREAT GATSBY, DEATH OF A SALESMAN, and MULHOLLAND DR. are about shallow losers or vain dreamers wrapped up in lies, but they reveal something very true about the human mind. Art seeks the shadow of truth from the body of lies. But, for the most part, Fellini wasn’t psychological enough of a director to go even as deep as Fitzgerald, Miller and Lynch — and, of the three, only Lynch could really be called a modern(ist) artist. Fellini was essentially insightful about emotions, rarely penetrating about the workings of the mind. But with the great success of LA DOLCE VITA, everyone expected Fellini to make a yet ‘profounder’ statement about modern man, but he really had nothing to say and nowhere to go(like the actor in TOBY DAMMIT keeps running into a dead-end or cul-de-sac down every road). Didn’t he confess as much in LA DOLCE VITA? After all, what does the guy do in the final scene? He raises his hand, admits he can’t hear the voice, and wanders off with some tart to party some more. Fellini was like Andy Warhol in that he loved to be where the action is, except that he joined in the party(unlike the cold Warhol who watched others destroy themselves) and was adept at capturing the magic on screen. But when the party ended and lights went off, Fellini felt tired and lost. At most, in a state of hangover, he felt a remorseful craving for something pure and cleansing(like the water offered to Guido by Claudia Cardinale in 8 ½), but it would always be beyond his grasp, but then he really didn’t want it because, as soon as his energy level was restored, he was back to partying some more. Many of his films are like wild bacchanalia interspersed with momentary respites and fleeting sustenance from the morning breeze along the seashore. It is like the moment when Kane clutches the water globe and mutters, "Rosebud". But Fellini could not enter the depths, the regions of meaning accessed by artists like Carl Dreyer, Luis Bunuel, Kenji Mizoguchi, Robert Bresson, Stanley Kubrick, and, at his best, David Lynch. Fellini could only return to more bacchanalia, more distractions of and from life, which turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because Fellini sure knew how to live it up but a curse because he could never find the truth that the sober side of his soul was yearning for. But, following LA DOLCE VITA critics expected the world of him. Fellini was now desperate. He’d meant LA DOLCE VITA as a confession of ‘emperor has no clothes’, but the critics saw an ‘amazing technicolor(though in b/w) dreamcoat’. So, what was he to do? His real forte was in making circuses with colorful characters, but all these critics were hailing him as a ‘Great Modern Master’ and expecting him to deliver something profoundly meaning and innovative. Fellini’s next film 8 ½ is maybe the greatest fraud in movie history but also one of the greatest films ever. It is a fraud because it’s really a sendup of ‘art cinema’ in which all the ‘avant garde’ flourishes are borrowed from other art forms, especially Salvador Dali, who was something of a charlatan himself. Fellini didn’t really know or care what the hell he was doing, and there is no deep meaning to be found anywhere in the film. If anything, it is even a bigger confession than LA DOLCE VITA that he has nothing to say and hasn’t a clue about ‘modern art’. Fellini was really a sentimentalist, a dramatist, a clown, a circus master. What did he know or care about intellectual, heady, or avant-garde stuff? Even though he’d become accustomed to big city life, he was, at heart, an Italian hick who’d hustled himself to the top of the profession. His talent was real but as a juggler, a performer, and a magician, not as a meaningful artist or high-concept visionary. And indeed, the bulk of 8 ½ is about the main character goofing around, evading obligatiosn, lying to everyone, betraying everyone, partying, fretting(about being found out as a phony, not unlike the Jew kid in EUROPA EUROPA or Tom Cruise character at the orgy in EYES WIDE SHUT), ‘praying’ that it will all work out somehow, and etc. He seeks escape by remembering his childhood when things used to be so simpler. He seeks solace in dreams and a put-on conscience, not unlike the self-serving shtick by Martin Balsam’s character in CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS who is also afraid of being found out, which is especially galling as he won’t only go to jail but fall from his exalted place as the much respected member of his community; everyone thinks he’s such a wonderful person when he’s really a cheat, a coward, a liar, and even a murderer; worse, he’s a murderer without the courage to even do the killing himself, and after the woman is killed, he pretends to be racked by guilt and conscience when it’s all just his way of coping with the fear of being caught. Indeed, when he knows he’s free and clear, all the clouds of conscience and guilt lift from his shoulders and he’s happy as can be. (But then, the Woody Allen character in the film is a liar too. He pretends to care so much about the truth and art, but he is most hurt when the woman he loves goes with a man despises and envies. He should be most upset over the suicide of a philosopher — echos of Steiner — , not least because he’d been working on a project about him, but he’s actually most upset when Mia Farrow’s character rebuffs him for the Alan Alda character. So, in his own way, he is just as deluded as Martin Balsam’s character. His ‘integrity’ as a true artist/documentarian is a crutch for his failures in life. And if indeed he is so much into the meaning of life, why does he spend so much time watching old Hollywood movies[that pander to mass tastes] with his niece?) Fellini felt he finally chewed more than he could swallow. He was like Tom Cruise in RISKY BUSINESS and EYES WIDE SHUT, someone way over his head. He was a phony like the guy in TALENTED MR. RIPLEY or PURPLE NOON. But he wasn’t entirely to blame since the critics misinterpreted his films, especially LA DOLCE VITA. But then, he wasn’t entirely honest either because LA DOLCE VITA was partly designed to be misunderstood as a moral/intellectual commentary on the state of soulless modern man instead of something honestly empty like BEACH BINGO PARTY, A MAN AND A WOMAN, or THE WOLF OF WALL STREET.
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But could it be a form of modern art? Bergman surely tried in the 1950s, but his modernist touches were mostly borrowed from other arts than found within the intrinsic DNA of cinema, something that Bergman finally accessed beginning with PERSONA. Fellini’s 8 ½, a true miracle among miracles, managed to both confess the truth about Fellini’s emptiness and establish his stature as a great modern film-artist. How did he pull it off when everything in the film is really a fraud, evasion, derivation, distraction, send-up, parody, or a joke? The tremendous opening scene is essentially something taken from Dali and other modernist painters. Fellini got away with it — and arguably for the last time — because he pulled it off with the consummate talent of a natural born circus master. He tossed everything into the air but managed to juggle it with breathtaking mastery hardly seen in cinema before or since. Given what he’d done before and what he’d do afterwards, 8 ½ is truly a standout in his body of work. Its scope, breadth, imagination, wonderment, and ingenuity go far beyond his earlier films, but, all said and done, it is really a circus film, one that would collapse if Fellini pulled the plug on the party. It is like one of those parties thrown by the eponymous character of THE GREAT GATSBY. All that really counts is the showmanship because there’s little beyond it. There is, to be sure, the longing for something more, but the character Guido, as Fellini’s alter ego, not only can’t find it but doesn’t really want it because it would mean the end of the party.
Fellini must have been nervous right after he finished 8 ½. What would the critics think? Would they finally wake up and see him as the fraud that he is? After all, the film constantly shows up its character Guido as filled with doubt, insecurity, and confusion. Besides, if the film does arrive at a certain truth, it is the hope that Guido has finally figured out how to make his masterpiece(to be realized in the future). Of course, one could use circular logic and argue that 8 ½ is that great masterwork that Guido is resolved to make as the film ends. And as 8 ½ is indeed masterwork, one could argue Fellini was telling the truth. And yet, as 8 ½ is a confession of an artist with nothing to say, it is also an admission of fraud. This way, Fellini got to tell the truth and the lie all at once; and only he could have pulled it off because he had both depth of talent and shallowness of thought. 8 ½ one of those rare instances in art when sheer talent creates an illusion of depth to meaning that isn’t there, but in art, illusion is enough if sufficiently inspired and ingenuous. (It’s somewhat comparable to the success of the Beatles’ SERGEANT PEPPER’S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND that was hailed and pored over for meanings it didn’t possess. But if the test of time has properly depreciated the Beatles’ Summer of Love album, Fellini’s film has rightly remained near the top because it has hardly been surpassed as a phenomenal feat of playful imagination.) The rapture that greeted 8 ½ proved to be Fellini’s undoing henceforth. It probably would have been better for his career if everyone had reviled it and forced him to return to his earlier roots. Oddly enough, 8 ½, though even a bigger confession of fraud than LA DOLCE VITA, was hailed even more as proof of Fellini’s stature as one of the supreme modernist artist of cinema. Of course, Fellini had hedged his bets in the making of the film so that it would, on the one hand, impress viewers with its modernist touches, and on the other, wink and say "I’m just playing around" in case people got suspicious of his pretentiousness. At any rate, 8 ½ works so wonderfully because it’s filled with colorful characters with big personalities and striking features. In this, it is very much like Fellini’s other great film, I VITELLONI, which overflows with life. (On the other hand, 8 ½ begins to show signs of Fellini treating his characters as props than as people. Some are even treated as nuisances and pests than as individuals with their own dreams and passions. As Fellini’s fame grew larger, his ego grew larger; and as his main characters came to reflect his enlarged ego, a ‘democracy’ of characterization went out the window. In I VITELLONI, every character shines with distinctness and clings tenaciously to one’s individuality; he or she is equal to anyone else as a unique individual regardless of the billing. This goes for even small characters like the sister who fools around with an older married man. And as much as we loathe the crook who robs the heroine of NIGHTS OF CABIRIA, he registers as a complete human being with blood, albeit poisoned blood, flowing through his veins. In contrast, even though LA DOLCE VITA has a flashy cast of characters, few are memorable because they exist mainly as props whose values are accorded by Marcello Mastrioanni’s character interest in them. In earlier Fellini films, even extras had full value as individuals regardless of their relevance to the main characters or Fellini. Beginning with LA DOLCE VITA, with its vamped subjectivism, characters begin to register only in relation to the main character who serves as Fellini’s inflated alter ego. They lack substance as individuals in their own right. This is even more pronounced in 8 ½ where many characters appear and disappear in accordance to Guido’s attention span, agenda, or interests. In the earlier films, Fellini’s films created a neutral space shared equally be everyone, main characters and minor characters alike. Beginning with LA DOLCE VITA, physical space became more in tune with the subjective mind-space of the main character, and this is taken further in 8 ½ where the reality shifts between objective physical space belonging to everyone and subjective mind-space belonging to Guido; sometimes, one spills into the other, sometimes they seem synonymous. In JULIET OF THE SPIRITS, things are so surreal and outlandish that everything seems to be happening in the creative mind of Fellini(pretending to understand the mind of his wife); she seems lost through most of it, like Ida Lupino among the men in JUNIOR BONNER; it’s supposed to be her show and about her life, but Fellini is pulling the strings. In the later films, there is only the mind-space with its puppets and phantoms. Fellini began with depictions of the real world with realistic characters. He sparkled some magic onto the realism, but it was realism nevertheless. And then, the reality became more closely associated with the subjectivity of a particular character who came to stand as Fellini’s alter ego. And then, especially in 8 ½, there was a conflict between reality-as-independent-of-the-mind and reality-as-production-of-mind-play. This uneasy tension made for creative spark. Then, with JULIET OF THE SPIRITS, Fellini went completely for reality-as-production-of-mind-play but still kept one realistic character, Juliet or Giuletta, in his purely subjective vision. With later films, however, he removed the last vestige of objective reality — anyone or anything independent in substance/will to his creative ego — and just presented as reality-as-production-of-mind-play strewn with his puppets and phantoms, as in FELLINI SATYRICON, surely one of the most vapid films made by a major film director.
In 8 ½, it’s as if everyone’s value shifts in accordance to Guido’s capricious whims. Even the erotics is erratic. In contrast, every character in THE WHITE SHEIK, no matter how small, has substance unto himself or herself. No one is presented as a mere hanger-on. There’s a sense that even if he or she means little to the film, he or she is just as real as anyone else in the actual world. In contrast, unless someone means something to the Guido in 8 ½, he or she might as well be a feather in the wind. There is less sense of the actuality of the world apart from the subjective will/whim of the artist. JULIET OF THE SPIRITS is even more extreme than 8 ½ as, other than the character of Guilietta played by Fellini’s wife Giulietta Masina, no one has any personality that amounts to an independence or individuality; nearly everyone is a mere prop. Still, at least 8½ and JULIET OF THE SPIRIT have at one least one character of substance, around whom all the props and puppets revolve. Films like FELLINI SATRYICON, FELLINI ROMA, and AMARCORD don’t even have that and thus lack the gravitational pull at least keeps everything in orbit. They are films where paper-thin characters and props float around like space debris in what had become the empty space of Fellini’s mind.
As Fellini’s lacked depth of soul and the breadth of mind — and the patience and diligence to search for either — , his art relied mostly on the clash of egos and personalities.
Amazingly enough, even though 8 ½ shows the first obvious symptoms of Fellini’s megalomania, it is nevertheless inhabited with memorable and eccentric characters. It isn’t simply a one-man show. Consider the wonderfully etched characters like Guido’s wife, his mistress, the movie producer, the cardinal, his friend(and the man’s much younger lover), and so on. Even small characters are much more than stand-ins, and even a gargoyle like the big fat whore on the beach has her own humanity. 8 ½ is about Fellini’s big fat ego being pricked as well as being inflated. But then, its great success filled Fellini with the foolish notion that his inflated ego — not least by self-administered blow-jobs — alone was genius enough to keep churning out masterpieces, when, if anything it led to blimps filled with stale air like JULIET OF THE SPIRITS, FELLINI SAYTRICON, FELLINI ROMA, and etc.
An artist like Bresson could eschew noise & distractions and find meaning from silent meditations on the human soul. He could go it alone, even inside a prison cell. The voice he or she needed dwelled within. The truth he or she needed didn’t come from approval or vindication by others. Fellini could never go it alone, and his art was all about the dynamics of human interaction. So, when Fellini inflated his ego and dispensed with genuine human contact beginning with JULIET OF THE SPIRITS, his cinema was dead as a beached whale. Sure, his films continued to be filled with colorful, loud, boisterous, freakish, and wild circus antics, but they’d all just become clutter and noise. And all the characters were just reduced to figments of Fellini’s imagination, yes-men sycophants who just hung around to blow more hot air into Fellini’s ego machine. Fellini said FELLINI SATYRICON should be appreciated like Kubrick’s 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, but he completely overlooked a crucial difference. Kubrick was the kind of artist with the power of concentration, focus, depth, and meaning to go deep within himself for inspiration to create a genuine visionary work of art. There was no hedging the bets or insecure clowning around in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY as there was aplenty in 8 ½, an accidental masterwork that could have been pulled off only once by a miraculous confluence of factors. Kubrick had the power of deep concentration; he was a chess player who consciously understood how everything should come together. Fellini was a circus master whose works succeeded or failed on the magic of the moment. Kubrick’s art was that of a planner, Fellini’s was that of a performer. Kubrick’s films gained in structure what they lost in spontaneity; Fellini’s films bet everything on magic at the risk of mastery.
Compare the visionary power of Kubrick in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY with the bloated staleness of FELLINI SATYRICON. Even in the silent stretches of Kubrick’s film we sense an intelligence and purposefulness to the artist’s design. In contrast, Fellini’s junk epic comes to a standstill even when Fellini throws everything including the kitchen sink. It’s busy and hectic but there’s no discernible intelligence or vision behind chaos. It’s like music filled with lots of noise and pomp to mask the lack of worthy tune and lyrics. Junk is junk, and we cannot be fooled otherwise even if lots of junk are tossed around. Busyness of trash doesn’t turn it into treasure.
In 2001, the absence of conventional action widens our senses to deeper and/or alternative realities, but when the bare conventions of characters and plot break down in FELLINI SATYRICON, we are only left with the detritus of Fellini’s imagination.
|FELLINI SATYRICON - More is less when the vision is junk.|
|Monica Vitti with Michelangelo Antonioni|
Every great Catholic art or architecture is the miraculous creation of artistic genius but also the product of patronage of the wealthy, corrupt, and powerful. It is also the product of vanity and narcissism on the part of the artist who dares to equal God in the power of creation. There is the Madonna/whore dichotomy in Catholicism that’s been the subject of much discourse. Guido has the vision of the pure angel offering him water, but later he meets the actress(Claudia Cardinale)whose beauty inspired the vision. A woman working in the vice-laden movie industry, isn’t she just another ‘whore’? There is also the mother/whore complex as when, in a dream, Guido’s mother kisses his cheeks and then kisses his lips, and when he pulls away, it’s the face of his wife. The fat whore Saraghina who dances on the beach for the children is a gross caricature of sexuality, and the Church elders warn child Guido that she’s the spawn of the Devil, and he must stay away from her kind. But then, there is a tender moment when the boy returns to the beach and watches the wretched woman who, in that moment, isn’t a whore but a nature mother in tune with the music of the winds. Everything and everyone are in state of grace and fallen-ness. It all depends on how you look at them, and the ‘how’ shifts with the moods, whims, wills, and temperament. And of course talent. Some have it, some don’t. Even those who have it don’t have it all the time, and even those without it have it for that one bright moment, which accounts for the one-hit wonders in pop music. While other boys just saw Saraghina as a lusty monster, little Guido sees something ‘pure’ about her as well. As she sits by the beach and hums a siren’s melody, she’s no longer the gross whore but a woman with her own broken dreams.
Guido the film-maker would like to be inspired by everything, but he has only so much control over his creativity. Sometimes when he tries hardest, the well is dry and he feels like throwing in the towel. But then, when he least expects it, there’s a sudden rush of vision, the miracle idea or image he’d been seeking all along without knowing it. But then, when he goes to work on that idea/image, it has vanished and gone like the wind. Or it no longer seems so special later. It’s like finding beautiful stones on a beach, only to find them rather ordinary at home away from the sunlight and sounds of the sea. In a way, 8 ½ is a religious film in that the object of worship is the Mammon of Cinema, or Cinemammon. The film artist tries to play the role of god, transforming mundane things of reality into the miracle on the silver screen. And of course, we, who no longer attend churches, go to movie theaters for communion with the light.
God Himself wasn’t sure about the value/nature of His Creation in the Bible. At times, He is very proud of what He brought forth. He looks upon mankind and all His creation with warmth and joy. But there are times when He wonders if it’d been worth it. He finds mankind stupid, hideous, vile, and perverted. And why the hell did the Serpent do what it did by tempting Adam and Eve? God tells Jews that pigs and lobsters are filthy and not to be eaten, which means not all of God’s creations are good. Much of God’s creation bring forth pestilence, locusts, famine, toads, Negroes, and all kinds of natural disasters, like earthquakes. Sometimes, God seems to want to call it quits and throw in the towel. Just end it all just like Guido decides to call it quits near the end of 8 ½. But then, there’s always something that makes God continue with His faith in mankind. According to Christianity, He finally had enough of the Jews and made a new Covenant with the rest of mankind so that His glory will be better fulfilled and served by them. As for Guido, just when he’s about to walk away from the project, he has a new vision, The Vision, and he finally realizes what he must do to make the film and fulfill the vision. He feels a rush of inspiration assuring him that everything in his life, everything he remembers, and everything he sees, hears, and feels are all the miraculous material for his creation, that if he stops thinking and fretting too much and instead opens up to himself, he will naturally be guided the creative light to new highs. Fellini may have rejected the God of the Church, but he came to believe in the god of his own creativity, and it did wonders for 8 ½, but then his subsequent films — with the possible exception of the short TOBY DAMMIT — suggest that self-worship isn’t a viable long-term strategy in art or in anything for that matter. (It certainly isn’t true in politics. While self-worshiping figures like Napoleon, Hitler, Stalin, and Mao rose very fast and went very far, their empires or world orders couldn’t last very long. In the current West, the two groups most into self-worship are the Jews and Homos. They worship themselves so much that they insist that everyone bow down to them in politics, economics, spirituality, finance, academia, foreign policy, and etc. Indeed, homos now insist that even Christian bakers and flower shop owners supply food and materials for their vile ceremonies that debase the true meaning of marriage. And Jews demand that all politicians get on their knees and sing hosannas to Israel and never ever criticize any aspect of Jewish power. We can only hope that such wanton and megalomaniacal self-worship among Jews and Homos will bring about their downfall, and once they are down, they should be kept down forever because the Jews and homos have well-demonstrated their true nature and what they are capable of. Homos have followed the Christian rulebook of power. Christians played the helpless victim but were seeking for ways to gain power justified by their sanctimoniousness, and once they had the power, they were going to shut everyone down whom they found unholy or sinful. Because Christian power was premised on moral sanctimoniousness and righteousness, it was difficult to oppose once Christians gained power over you. Pagan power was must power, and power could be opposed with power. But as Christian power was supposed to be righteous, divinely ordained, and justified by sacrificial victim-hood, opposing it wasn’t merely a battle of wills but a battle against God Himself. Likewise, even though homos have disingenuously sought power on legal and secular grounds, they’ve been working with Jews to promote homomania as the New Christianity, and this explains why Jews and homos are so eager to turn the church in ‘gay’ havens. Once homosexuality has been sanctified this way, opposing ‘gay marriage’ will not be an a crime against the law but a crime against God.)
While Antonioni’s films feature their share of human drama, beginning especially with L’AVVENTURA the characters increasingly became disassociated from each another. Even when people were together in the same room or at a lively gathering like a party, sense of disconnect precluded meaningful interaction. Mike Nichols channeled Antonioni for the opening scene of THE GRADUATE where Benjamin Braddock is alone and wants to be. (Though 8½ was Nichols’ most beloved film — he reportedly fired someone for not liking the film — , his two most renowned films, THE GRADUATE and CARNAL KNOWLEDGE, owe more to Antonioni than to Fellini. The non-stop garrulousness of WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? and CATCH-22 are more Fellini-like. Given Nichols’ beginnings in comedy, you’d think his films would be more Fellinesque than Antonioni-ish, but perhaps opposites attract. Since wit, flair, and clowning-around came all-too-naturally to Nichols, he may have been more fascinated with the Antonioni’s obstinacy, a tougher nut to crack for meaning. Likewise, Allen was attracted to his opposite in sensibility and style, Ingmar Bergman, though Bergman had made his share of comedies before his rise to fame.) Loneliness is a feature of Fellini’s films and explains why his characters need to intermingle and raise a ruckus. They are afraid of being left alone, like Zampano at the end of LA STRADA. (Loneliness is a strange phenomenon for it is not simply a matter of numbers. A person can have lots of friends & associates and feel lonely, and a person can know just a few people yet feel complete. Consider Ryan O’Neal’s character in OLIVER’S STORY. He has friends and associates. He even finds a new lover played by Candace Bergen. But he continues to feel lonely because the love of his life Jenny is no longer around. Same goes for the Richard Gere character of MOTHMAN PROPHECIES. Pat Garrett of Peckinpah’s film knows a bunch of people but feels lonely because he’s given up the kind of life that had once defined his freedom. In contrast, a person could know just a handful of people but feel he or she has everything because the people in his or her life are special to him or her. When a person fixates on someone with affection, obsession, or guilt, the problem of loneliness takes on a whole new meaning. His or her mind-set goes from generalities to specificity. Prior to the fixation on a certain person, just about anyone would do. Purely on the level of generalities, Zampano could have just found another woman after abandoning/losing Gelsomina. But he can never find her again. She went from a general property he’d bought from an impoverished family to a someone unique and irreplaceable. When dealing with generalities, loneliness can be fixed with someone new. There’s a sense in Shohei Imamura’ BALLAD OF NARAYAMA that the man had no special connection with his first wife who passed away. He gets a new wife, and life goes on. But he has a special relationship with his mother, and losing to the her mountains is a most heartbreaking moment. When VERTIGO begins, Scottie appears to have a general attitude about womenfolk: there are pretty women and non-so-pretty women but no special woman as far as he’s concerned. He might date one woman, and then another and then another. But when he fixates on Madeleine, she becomes the only one, and no one else will do. When she dies, he’s overcome with a loneliness that cannot be consoled or cured because his life has come to have meaning only in relation to her. And prior to the imprinting, David in A.I.: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE saw the world in terms of generalities. Monica was just one woman among many other possible ones. Had he, in his pre-imprinted state, been taken to another woman, he would have been her happy toy. But once his love is imprinted onto Monica as his ‘mommy’, nothing can fix his loneliness unless he is reunited with her. David could be surrounded by all the people in the world who shower him with love, but he will still be lonely because only ‘mommy’ will make him feel complete. In the world of the INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS, pod people ‘think’ and ‘feel only in terms of generalities. They are incapable of forming special attachment to anyone. Everyone is interchangeable as part of collective pod mind-set. Great happiness isn’t possible with mere generalities but neither is great sadness. There would be no special person, no ‘soul-mate’, no one to fixate onto, as Diane Selwyn does with Camila in MULHOLLAND DR. But then, the loss of anyone close could easily be replaced with someone else. The price of great happiness is great sadness down the line as nothing lasts forever.)
In contrast, the characters of Antonioni films fear what might called ‘one-liness’ more than loneliness. Fellini characters want to join the party and be the life of the party. Sometimes they feel sick from over-indulgence and seek rejuvenation with a bit of fresh breeze from the sea(to be reminded of the ‘rosebud’ of their lives when things had been simpler and ‘purer’), but back to the party it is after the recess. Fellini was like a circus master making sure that everyone in his troupe ran around together, fell all over one another, laughed and cried with one another. Antonioni was like a sculptor, and there’s a certain rigidity to all of his characters who seem frozen in their individuality and fear being thawed lest they melt like Frosty the Snowman. People come in closer proximity to one another, but they don’t really connect with one another. Physical interaction doesn’t ensure emotional connection. Why? Simplest explanation is because every character is a projection of Antonioni himself. If an overly garrulous artist were to project himself onto every character, they’ll all be yapping at one another constantly — like the characters of the films of Lina Wertmuller. If an introspective and restrained person projects himself onto every character, they’ll mostly be sitting or standing around feeling overly self-conscious of his or her place in the world in relation to others. To an extent, all creative artists project something of themselves onto all of their characters. Woody Allen is an extreme case, which is why many of his characters sound like a mere sockpuppets of Allen.
|ECLIPSE by Antonioni|
|BEING JOHN MALKOVICH|
In contrast, Antonioni’s characters come across as if they have no memory of childhood. Indeed, they seem frozen in time, the modern soulless present. And even though they don’t want to be alone, they also don’t want to be together either because the values, visions, and necessities(and lack of choices and alternatives) that used to unite and hold men and women together are no longer relevant or in play in the modern world. There isn’t even the recourse to sentimentality as in Fellini films in which even the worst of sinners and betrayers find moments of grace through memory, nostalgia, atonement, and/or yearning. Zampano is in a bad state at the end of LA STRADA, but he also finds true meaning of love in his memory for Gelsomina. Guido, reminiscing about his childhood and better times with his wife, certainly isn’t averse to sentimentality. Broderick Crawford’s character lies mortally wounded at the end of IL BIDONE but gains a measure of peace that had eluded him(and that he’d eluded) all his life by a communion with death. Even though Fellini’s movies are vibrant in the hustle-and-bustle of the here-and-now, they are also rich in reminders of all that had been and lost. (They are rich in nostalgia of all that had been lost, whereas the films of Antonioni are only aware of the loss without hope of recovery through sentimentality of memory.) Consider the scene of Marcello Mastroianni’s character’s meeting with his father in LA DOLCE VITA. It is both warm and dispiriting because his father reminds him of simpler times but also depressing because his father’s behavior(with a younger woman) undermines his nostalgia for a ‘simpler’ world that hadn’t been so simple. The corruption didn’t begin with the son but was handed down through the ages from the fathers. Fellini’s characters betray their youth, their traditions, their ideals, their characters, and etc. In a way, even the playboy husband in I VITELLONI, in finally taking on his responsibility as father and husband, betrays his true nature of Bill-Clinton-hood. Moraldo does try to remain true to his principles, but then, he leaves his hometown and will surely change into some city slicker. So, nothing stays the same, but then, that’s as it should be as a process of growing up and coming to terms with the world. Even so, the stuff of memory never leaves us, continues to haunt us, and may even inspire us in unforseen ways. (Nearly all of Fellini’s films after JULIET OF THE SPIRITS are filled with nostalgia, which is rather odd since they also go out of their way to be ‘modernistic’.) This is how Guido feels at the end of 8½.. Though straining to be a forward-looking modernist artist, he realizes that what matters most are his memories, some of which are always with him, some of which are readily recalled, and some of which are forgotten but may be retrieved through dreams and visions. Sometimes, as with archaeology, what is thought to be completely lost, buried, and forgotten reappears in the form of ‘inspiration’.
|8 1/2 - Guido's Dream|
When an affluent person does try to connect with the lower orders, the result is stilted, forced, obtuse, or alienated. Consider the scene in RED DESERT when the woman buys a sandwich from a worker and starts eating it — a far cry from Jesus and the poor. Or consider the beginning of BLOW UP when the fancy photographer emerges from factory in a worker’s disguise. Even when these characters rub shoulders with the lower orders, it’s just a stunt, an experiment, or theorem. There’s the lack of ease that exists among the characters, high and low, in Fellini’s films. (Even among the privileged, there’s a sense of nouveau-riche-ness that unites various individuals in Fellini’s films — "rich or poor, we all came from the ‘same village’" — , whereas the rich in Antonioni films could have dropped on earth from an alien space ship.)
Before and/or beyond the sphere of capitalism, things could have value apart from the tyranny of the fashion of the here-and-now. Classical music survives and carries on regardless of whether it cranks out hits or not. Ancient architectures devoted to the gods(or God) or some higher value impress people generation after generation. Much of modern architecture now looks old and dated, but the Parthenon has lost none of its value. Much of modern architecture paid homage to the conceit of the present as the only proper measure of the present, but conceits don’t last. What seems compelling and urgent to the radical aspirations of one generation seems silly and childish to the next. Much of modernity is about hype and fashion. Indeed, the very notion of timeless truth & meaning is anathema to the modernist mind-set. And yet, modernism makes a fool of every generation because the modernism of one moment often ends up appearing silly and meaningless to the next. Indeed, even some of Antonioni’s films have lost favor among subsequent generations who have no idea and no interest in what he obsessed over and was trying to convey. And yet, modern man has no choice but to stick with modernism because the umbilical cord to the past has been severed forever. (To be sure, a kind of infantilism prevailed after modernism won the culture war and was followed by post-modernism. Modernism won but then grew tired and bored in its victory. Since traditionalism no longer posed a threat or challenge to modernism, elements of it could be incorporated into modernism and sold as post-modernism. This was appealing since once the novelty of modernism wore off, people discovered it isn’t very fun and often ugly and abrasive. In contrast, there is much that is nice and pleasant about traditional aesthetics. When traditionalism was still alive as a cultural force, the culture war was between traditionalism/classicism and modernism/avant-garde-ism. And classicism especially came to be loathed when it became the favorite style of Fascists, National Socialists, and conservatives[and even Soviet Communists who eventually fell out of favor with the Western Left]. So, modernists were hellbent on totally winning the war against traditionalism and classicism, at least in field of high art. And they won. But the victory wasn’t very fun since most people — even modernists — didn’t really find much of modern art all that pleasant or likeable. They hankered for some of that old beauty and form. And beauty/form could finally be revived because traditionalism and classicism had completely lost the war and no longer posed a threat. It no longer had a war camp of its own. Since traditionalism/classicism only remained as spoils of war[that was won by modernists], modernists, revamped as post-modernists, could use them in their own way. Thus, post-modernism was never any kind of revival of cultural conservatism but the modernist appropriation of elements of traditionalism and classicism as war loot. It’s like Jews and homos at one time attacked the Christian Church. But now that they’ve defeated Christianity and forced it to worship Jews and bends over to homos, they’re toying with Christianity the way post-modernists toyed with forms of classicism/traditionalism. But in the end, modernism didn’t win the culture war either. If anything won, it was consumer-fascist-narcissist-populism of Hollywood blockbusters, video-games, Rock music, Rap music, breakdown of barrier between mainstream culture and porn, and TV shows. The fact is modern art & modernist sensibility, in all their opaque intellectualism — oftentimes phony — , failed to appeal to most people. Modernism’s attack on traditionalism and classicism didn’t bring the masses over to modernism. It led to the masses rejecting both traditionalism and modernism. Traditionalism was no longer viable as it had been trashed and dismissed by modernism as ‘uncool’ and ‘reactionary’, even ‘Nazi’-like. But modernism failed with the masses because it was too intellectual, abrasive, ugly, disorienting, confounding, and/or conceited. So, in the end, modernism also destroyed itself. As people were no longer instilled into the values of traditionalism and couldn’t warm up to modernism either, there was nothing left for them in culture but pop entertainment of hedonism, narcissism, infantilism, and vulgarism. Sometimes, when one thing destroys another, the final victor is the third party. It’s like once Byzantines beat back the Persians, the final victors were neither the Byzantines nor the Persians but the Muslims.) Perhaps, the umbilical cord to the past had been cut even before the rise of modernism. Perhaps it was when Christianity spiritually severed man’s ties to the soil, to his tribe, and to his sword. Christianity replaced man’s pagan connection to his soil with his aspiration for Heaven above. Even so, Christianity did continue to connect people through the generations. Even if Christianity de-emphasized kinship ties and blood roots among a people, it nevertheless held them together through the Communion of blood with Christ. So, even if you knew nothing of your ancestors, you knew they shared your faith in Christ, and that this flow of Faith would continue forever and ever. Also, there was a sense of urgency in Christianity because of the story of the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. Because of what had been done to Christ and because of His triumph over defeat/death and His message to His Disciples, every generation of Christians felt they had an obligation to fulfill the Christian mission. It’s like the guy in MEMENTO feels an urgent meaning in life because his last memory is of the death of his wife that calls for revenge and redemption of his manly pride. Even if he can’t store new memory, his life is still charged and directed by a ‘sacred’ memory scarred into his soul. And Christianity had a similar effect on Western Man. Even if one argues Christianity caused a kind of amnesia in Western Man by severing his ties to blood-and-soil, it nevertheless imbued him with the recurring memory of the sacred past that calls for vengeance and fulfilment of Christ’s tragic/triumphant mission on earth. If the story of Jesus had simply been one of a wise man who arrived on earth, preached some nice lessons(exactly those in the New Testament), and then died peacefully, there would have been no sense of urgency to Christianity. It is really the story of His Crucifixion and Resurrection that has energized the faithful through the ages. Even though Christianity is said to be a religion of forgiveness, there is also a powerful undercurrent of vengeance. It’s something C.S. Lewis got right, which is why the Lion that submits to death eventually returns and kills its enemies. In the long run, Christianity is less about forgiveness of sinners than a delayed revenge to bring forth punishment like the world had never seen. And much of this hatred was directed at not only pagan Romans but at Jews. As Romans converted to Christianity and then lost their civilization to Barbarians, the anti-Roman aspect of Christianity lost its fervor. But as Jews continued to survive, maintain their community, and continued to reject Jesus(and exploit Christians through all sorts of dirty business practices), they became the focal point of much Christian vengeful feelings.
Anyway, there was no way to put the genie back in the bottle. Modernism had changed the West. Even if modern man wanted to go back to the past, he couldn’t because the ‘innocence’ had been lost for good. Any modern attempt to cling to the truisms of the past was bound to fail since what had been organic and natural then no longer spoke to modern man in the same way. (But then, how many people in the modern world are truly modern? Take a look at Negroes. They live with all the modern gadgets, but how many of them know anything about modernism[as an artistic, cultural, and intellectual movement] when they don’t read books and only listen to rap music? How many white folks know or care anything about modernism or traditionalism? Many whites seem to know nothing beyond video-games, TV, and movies. Same is true of all those Japanese addicted to dumb manga and anime. Among ‘millennials’, their idea of news is reading junk off twitter. Most people in the modern world are not moderns or post-moderns. They are neo-primitives surrounded by modern technology. They are like the ape-men of 2001 but with iPhones.) So, neither could Mussolini revive the glory of ancient Rome nor could Hitler re-establish Classicism as the correct art form of the modern world. Maybe the ‘spirit’ of modernism was diseased, but it had wholly infected the Western World, and its symptoms had to be addressed and accepted one way or another; it wouldn’t be eradicated by suppressing it under an artificial cast of past glory. It’s like you cannot un-know what you know. Even if what you know is disturbing, you must deal with what you know that pretend it can be willed out of existence. Italian Fascism and National Socialism, especially in the area of art, were a form of collective repression of the neurosis of modernism that had indeed infected the modern West and had to be dealt with. And despite the problems, what had been gained from modernity was too addictive and alluring to 20th century man who valued things in accordance to individuality, freedom, personal choice, science & technology, entertainment and pleasure, and etc. And perhaps there is nothing of ‘eternal’ or ‘timeless’ value. Maybe such ideals were mere illusions of the past when mankind had failed at steady progress and pretended to know the will of God and truth for all times. After all, how could any man know the true intention of God, and how could anyone be sure that the words in the Bible are really God’s truth? And who’s to say God really exists? And if the Catholic Church is really the fountain of human wisdom, how come its canons were changed with the passage of years? Also, how could anyone know the eternal truths about nature when science reveals new truths about life and the stars all the time? At one time, almost everyone believed in the ‘timeless’ celestial truth about how the Sun, moon, and the stars revolve around Earth. But it proved to be false. The story of the Creation came to be replaced by the theory of evolution that presented the best theory on the origins of life. On the other hand, scientific truth can be perverted by radical ideology. National Socialists made a mess of racial science, as did Marxist scientists like Stephen J. Gould who was not above falsifying data to promote the lie that ‘race is just a social construct’. But the most ridiculous lies are now peddled by homos who insist that a man’s anus is a ‘sex organ’ and that the surgically created fake vagina of a transvestite should be regarded as a real vagina. Or, how about the ridiculous notion of ‘two mommies having children together’? So, modern sensibility can be just as ludicrous as old superstitions in distorting the truth of nature. Even if one were to argue that ‘timeless’ or ‘eternal’ truths don’t exist or cannot be known by us, it is nevertheless undeniable that certain things are truer than others are. And the idea of ‘two mommies’ or ‘two daddies’ is not only ridiculous but a sick joke and crime against nature and truth.
What was modern man to do if he was emotionally amnesiac and could no longer look to the past for inspiration? This is the conundrum in the films of Antonioni. If, like Tarkovsky or Solzhenitsyn, Antonioni was an arch-reactionary who believed in the ‘eternal’ wisdom of the past, he could urge modern man to look back and regain what had been lost. But Antonioni, even as he valued the past, didn’t believe it held answers for modern man. So, if the past is not the answer, is the answer to be found in the present? But how can there be any answer in the present when modernity is all about amnesia, fashion, alienation, uncertainty, and neurosis? In an ever changing world, any ‘truth’ may lose validity sooner than later. The uncertainty principle applied not only to the arts, culture, and fashions but to human relationships and values as well. The man in L’AVVENTURA goes searching for his lost lover but soon forgets her and goes with the woman’s friend who also loses her emotional connection to her friend and falls in love with the man; but then, the missing woman was hardly the faithful type herself as friend and lover.
At the end of the movie, the man found making out with another woman. He acts like Bill Clinton. Of course, horny men, the Don Juans and Casanovas, have always been around. But at least in the past, the morality of matrimony and/or faithfulness was upheld by society, and even those who fooled around was supposed to keep it discrete and feel ashamed if exposed in scandal. Even Fausto the playboy of I VITELLONI feels ashamed about what he did when his father finds out, and he relents to marrying the girl for the sake of family honor and the girl’s reputation. But what happens in the more libertine world of L’AVVENTURA when even the element of shame is fading away? The film ends with the man and the woman realizing what they’ve become, what they are really like. He does feel a degree of shame, and the woman, though betrayed by him, also realizes that she betrayed her friend as well. Because the man and woman in L’AVVENTURA, though modern individuals, still grew up in a world with some sense of tradition, family, and shame, they do feel, in the end, some degree of shame and remorse, some sense of self-betrayal.
Famous people used to be censured or shamed for getting caught with bad behavior long ago, but today they not only get away with it but are often praised for it. If some star in the 1950s or even 1960s had gotten caught with just one ounce of what some of today’s actors, musicians, and athletes brazenly act out in public today, he or she would have been ruined for life. Since we live in a shameless age when even young teenagers talk openly about porny stuff — and their parents either ignore it, find nothing wrong with it, or join in the conversation — , how can anyone understand the emotions of L’AVVENTURA, the film about the Last Shameful Couple. Today, boys and girls get together and talk with potty-mouths about all sorts of obscenity and filth.
Spring Break of the 80s were mild affairs compared to what happens today — and things were pretty wild in the 80s.
We don’t know if the emotions at the end of L’AVVENTURA will sink into the characters or not — probably not — , but at least they feel the weight of moral compromise that accompanies their freedom. But no such feelings exist in today’s shameless world. Sure, boys and girls still get angry out of jealousy, but it’s not because they’re offended by the immorality of infidelity but because their pride may get wounded. (Since girls cannot morally denounce men on grounds of infidelity anymore, the angry and vindictive ones turn to false accusations of rape to get even with men who won’t reciprocate their horny affections. Consider the ridiculous stunt pulled by Emma Sulkowicz.) In a world where some white guys even invite ‘black bulls’ into their bedrooms to hump their white wives — and this sort of thing hardly causes a stir as a social/moral issue — , we know we’ve come a long way since the time of Antonioni.
Antonioni’s films feel emotionally stranded and desolate because there’s nothing modern man can turn to for substance and sustenance. It’s like modern man and modern woman — at least the affluent — are islands unto themselves. To be sure, there are as many kinds of ‘modern man’ as there are individuals. After all, the affluent/urban characters of LA DOLCE VITA and 8 ½ are no less modern than the characters of Antonioni films. Some revel in the new freedom/hedonism and don’t care all this stuff about ‘loss of meaning’ and alienation. Guido’s friend in 8 ½ admits he left his wife, shacked up with his daughter’s friend, and is having a grand time. He isn’t troubled in the least, at least for now.
There are revelers in Antonioni’s films too. Consider the party scene in LA NOTTE. But if Fellini only intermittently leaves the party behind to get some fresh air and make token gestures of remorse before rushing back to party some more, Antonioni remains aloof and distant at the party itself. In Antonioni’s films, is modern man really enjoying the partying & carousing or losing himself in distractions to fend off the sheer emptiness of life? And if his life is empty, shouldn’t he search within himself for meaning? But can modern man explore a soul that’s been disemboweled of old faiths & truths and filled with indigestible ambiguities?
Could modern man find the new truth through slogans about workers and the revolution? Marxists thought so, but living conditions improved for a broad section of the public after World War II. People, even the working poor, were no longer so economically desperate that they wanted a revolution or radical social change. Without the possibility of revolution, what truth could be gained by representing or championing the working class or the poor(especially when they were likely to call you a ‘commie’ for speaking in their name)? They were too uneducated, crude, and vulgar in their likes and dislikes to find or offer up truth on their own; they could only be led, but they no longer wanted to follow. The ‘truth’ for the workers and the poor could be either Christian, Marxist, or nationalist but not much else. Through Christianity, even the poor and wretched could find meaning through God and the love of Christ. Through Marxism, the poor could be inspired with visions of a workers’ utopia. Though nationalism, the poor could be made to feel as part of the larger ethnic family and used as foot-soldiers to defend the motherland or attack enemies.
But as individuals in the modern world, what did dumb poor folks or under-educated working class have to offer? They had no taste and no ideas. It was the affluent folks who could afford to study, have the leisure to read books, appreciate art and culture, and understand/discuss intellectual matters. And so, Antonioni’s main interest was with the affluent class with access to leisure, arts, culture, and ideas. So, why is there such a sense of emptiness in his films? It owes to the lack of organic connection to things. It’s like what Meathead discovers in the episode "Gloria Discovers Women’s Lib" in ALL IN THE FAMILY. He earns good grades, but they mean nothing to him because Gloria, with whom he had a row, isn’t there to share the joy with him. It’s like the Last Man on Earth scenario where a man can claim ownership of everything but feels nothing but emptiness because there’s no one to connect to, no one to share anything with. Or consider John Boorman’s HELL IN THE PACIFIC. Lee Marvin and Toshiro Mifune play bitter enemies stranded on an island during World War II, but they become reluctant friends because man is a social animal that needs companionship. (In a way, all forms of affluence has a disassociating impact one way or another. To be affluent and fancy means to be surrounded by nice, fine, and beautiful things. It means to separate onself from humanity and the world that are not so fine and fancy, and this usually means most people. Affluence and privilege are always exclusionary. Of course, one finds new friends and associates in the world of affluence, but nothing seems quite real because most people in the world don’t live that and can’t afford to live like that. Also, if one looks back into one’s ancestry, the chances are that one’s forebears didn’t live so fancy. They were mostly humble folks, like the Okies in THE GRAPES OF WRATH or the people in those Ellis Island photos from the early 20th century. They wore simple clothing, ate simple food, and didn’t know any fancy stuff. When one begins to put on airs of a haute fancy person and identifies as ‘special’, he or she may be upset with reminders that his or her ancestors weren’t so fancy-pants. Indeed, one may feel embarrassed to be associated with such unfancy folks. Therefore, not only socially but psychologically, one further removes oneself from reality and truth with all their unhappy, inconvenient, or embarrassing reminders. One cocoons oneself in a world of affluence, beauty, and refinement — like the people in Alain Resnais’ LAST YEAR AT MARIENBAD. But can a people who are shut off from the reality of most people — and one’s ancestors — lead lives of truth? Consider Holly Golightly of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S. She’s found her niche in New York. In a way, she’s just a call girl, but she can afford fancy things, and possession of nice things makes her forget about everything else. We are drawn to beautiful things, which is all very good. But the danger lies in how the beautiful world draws us in like a magic garden and makes us forget about most of reality that can’t live up to beautiful ideals. Consider what happens to the potter in UGETSU when he takes leave of reality. Consider what happens to Odysseus with Calypso. When you enter an art museum filled with beautiful things, you want belong to that world of ‘culture’ and dignity. It’s like how Siddhartha was raised in an enclosed world of beauty and grace. He later discovered the truth and realized he’d grown up in a false world. On the other hand, he could never shake off the ideal of perfection/beauty and decided that the ugly real world is also illusion, and that the ultimate truth is Nirvana, the eternal harmony of being. Anyway, affluence brings individuals in contact with fine things that are so alluring that individuals seek to be even more closely — and exclusively — associated with fine things. Thus, they become separate from the real world. And yet, due to Christian, humanist, populist, democratic, and/or Marxist strains in Western thought, the affluent are made to feel guilty for their privilege and separateness from humanity. Modern privilege was especially problematic since it made fancifulness out of radicalism. Radical element of modernism waged war on traditional forms of beauty, grace, refinement, loveliness, and grandeur. It stripped away the flesh of beauty and left only the bleached bones. Thus, modern culture became sterile, more like a desert than a garden. It is no wonder Antonioni used the desert as a motif, symbol, or even literal setting, as in ZABRISKIE POINT. Even the greens in BLOW UP look more like a green desert than a green garden/park. Even water feels dry in Antonioni films. If the traditional garden of privilege was lush, the modern desert of privilege was sterile like the moon. Consider the coldness of modern architecture made of glass, concrete, and steel. And yet, the modern desert was also alluring because, as with Japanese minimalism, it was the elite product of intensive design-making and conceptualization. It came with the label of intellect and avant-garde-ism. It wasn’t pleasing and comforting like the traditional garden but nevertheless set itself apart from the culture of the hoi polloi. Also, it elegantly set itself apart from nouveau riche who had money but no taste — like Woltz the Hollywood mogul of THE GODFATHER. It was a way of being both affluent and tasteful instead of gauche in vulgar narcissism. Still, modernist privilege posed a contradiction because, on the one hand, its allure separated individuals-who-could-afford-it from the rest of humanity, but, on the other hand, its sterility and aridity didn’t satisfy human appetites and aspirations. It’s like going to a fancy restaurant where they serve conceptual dishes that are satiating. One is drawn by the allure and pedigree, but the eating isn’t enjoyable like a slice of NY pizza. Modernist aesthetics drew in affluent people seeking privilege, but the whole point of modernism was to favor neurosis, anxiety, and ambiguity, which could never be satisfying except as intellectual ego-trips.) Yet, even without literally being the last person on earth, there are ways in which people can become disassociated from others and from the world. People can be disconnected from own family, from their own tribe/race, from their own faith, from their own nation/land, and etc. But then, because people are, by nature, social, they dread loneliness, isolation, and boredom. In the modern world, what is often called ‘entertainment’ is really a virtual community for a lot of people who are disconnected from community, race, tradition, family-that-produced-them, and family-they-might-have-but-don’t. It’s like Joe Buck in MIDNIGHT COWBOY just stares into the TV set when he can’t connect with anyone in New York. He gets to feeling so lonely that when he once again bumps into Ratso, his face lights up with a smile, that is before realizing he’s supposed to want to hate him. It’s like even bitter enemies in John Boorman’s HELL IN THE PACIFIC become ‘friends’ when they find themselves stranded on an island. Humans are naturally social creatures, and they need a sense of community, and for this reasons, the human mind and behavior always seek connection to others. Even as people go from one place to another, they seek out new compansions. If they can’t, they settle for a ‘virtual community’ through books, movies, music, games, and etc. Some find a sense of community through prayers to God or meditation as in Buddhism. The old man in DERSU UZALA finds a sense of community through his animistic view of nature. So, through long stretches of aloneness in the wilderness, he sees himself as a member of the family-of-nature. (But then, there’s nothing like human-to-human company, which is why Dersu feels sad to bid farewell to the Russian explorers he’d befriended.) The moron in Werner Herzog’s GRIZZLY MAN takes the family-of-nature concept too far and believes the bears to be his brothers and sisters. The young man in Sean Penn’s INTO THE WILD is a lonelier creature because he believes in nothing. He’s a contradiction because his travels are the product of his idealism, but idealism is useless apart from human community. What use is human ideal to a cactus or coyote or clouds or the plant that poisons & kills him? We all need to be part of some community, part of some cause. Of course, some communities are more stable and substantive than others. All communities offer an identity to those who belong, but not all identities have the same depth, meaning, and power. After all, if your main identity is based on economics, what happens when you go from poor to rich or rich to poor? Or if your main identity is tied to a workplace/company, what happens if that company goes out of business or fires you? This has been a problem in Japan in the modern era. Many Japanese after World War II became loyal employees of certain firms. They became Toyota men, Sony men, Honda men, or some such. And they thought in terms of lifetime employment. They would give their all to the company, and the company would, in turn, take care of them. It was like the traditional samurai way when samurai devoted themselves to a clan in the hope that the clan would use them and value them. But with the economic malaise in Japan, many salarymen or sararimen had to be let go. Their main identity as ‘company men’ proved to be useless. Likewise, when the wars ended and Japan was unified under the Tokugawa, many samurai were let go by their clans. They’d devoted their lives to the clan in exchange for a kind of identity, but that identity could easily be taken away. The samurai could be let go, and then they’d be identity-less ronin, or masterless samurai. So, the workplace cannot be a very strong identity. Neither can any profession, especially as modern technology keeps changing the nature of production and distribution. There was a time when generation after generation for centuries, a man’s family could be identified with blacksmith-work, leatherwork, weaving, or some such. In our world, the jobs of your parents’ generation will be replaced by entirely new professions and skills when it’s your turn to enter the work force. The one area that may be impervious to such change could be in food and drink as cheese-makers and wine-makers hardly change generation after generation even as they incorporate new technology to keep making the same products. Some people find their main identity in subcultures such as Deadheads, Trekkies. STAR WARS fandom, Horror movie buff-dom, Rock Music obsession(as in HIGH FIDELITY), and the like, but those are not solid identities because they are all at the mercy of fashions and trends. Since the death of Jerry Garcia, what happened to the Grateful Dead cult? Who identifies as a Beatlemaniac anymore? Also, what person in his right mind wants to grow old mainly thinking of oneself as a Trekkie or someone who collects Yoda and Boba Fett dolls? There is are huge HARRY POTTER and HUNGER GAMES fandoms, but kids of the future will have their own new pop culture obsessions. All these things come and go. Even Beatlemania, the Big Kahuna of the Boomer cultural identity, is all but forgotten. People still like some Beatles songs but that’s about it. It’s just a piece of nostalgia that means little to today’s young people who have their own music to go nuts over. These are not deep identities. They have no roots, and they vanish when the top soil blows away to make room for new trash. Identities of deeper roots involve nation, race, blood, culture, land, and historical memory/consciousness. If a Russian fixed his identity mainly on servitude to the Tsar, what would he have been once Tsardom was abolished? If a Russian fixed his identity on class or caste, such as aristocracy or serfdom, what would he have been once serfdom was abolished or the aristocracy was banned? If he fixed his identity on an ideology like communism, what would he have been once communism was no more? If he’d fixed his main identity on American pop culture of the 90s, what would he have been once fashions changed? If he’d fixed his main identity on a job he got at a Starbucks that opened in Russia, what would he be if the store closed or if he were let go? So, all such identities are not deep, though some are deeper than others. In contrast, an identity founded on race, culture, land, and historical memory is far more substantive even though they too can come under threat. If a race is invaded by another race and forced into extensive race-mixing, then his original identity can be lost forever. Or a language/culture can be lost or replaced by another. Consider how the Irish now mainly speak English than Gaelic. And most young Chinese in Singapore speak better English than Chinese. And even people in non-western worlds took on lots of Western cultural attributes in dress, food, manners, arts, and attitudes. And the land of one people can be conquered and taken by another people. Look what happened to Serbs and Kosovo; look what happened to Palestine after Zionists drove out the Palestinians. And people can forget their historical memory because the powers-that-be that control the media and education can replace one tribal narrative with another. Thus, if white Americans in the past saw things from a Euro-centic, Anglo-centric, and white-American-centric perspectives, a lot of young white folks now see things mainly through the perspective of a Judeo-, homo-, or Negro/mulatto-centric narrative. It is no wonder that even though white civilization is facing existential threat in both the US and EU, the main obsession of even the so-called ‘Western Right’ is serving Jews, ‘saving Israel’, proving that it’s not ‘racist’, and pandering to homosexuals with the notion that the West must keep out Muslims who don’t support ‘gay marriage’. This is what happens to a conquered people when their ethnocentric narrative is prohibited and replaced with the ethno-centrism of another group of people who rule as the New Power Elite. (White Americans are a conquered people. They may still be affluent and well-off, but they must seek approval from their Jewish masters and homo agents. It’s like many French people continued to live well under German Occupation during World War II, but they were not free. A people can be well-off and prosperous and still be lacking in freedom. There are affluent and well-off Palestinians in Israel, but are they really free under Zionist domination? Economically, white Americans are still better off than, say, black Americans and Mexican-Americans. But they have no political, cultural, or moral power of their own as they must always be mindful of the dictates of Jews and homos. We now live in a nation where businesses are forced to cater to ‘gay weddings’ or else be destroyed by the full brunt of Jewish oligarchs, their Wasp collaborators, and the federal government. White Americans are no freer under Jewish domination than French were under Vichy regime that took orders from the Germans. They are no freer than East Germans and Poles under Soviet domination. Sure, most East Germans and Poles led decent lives — by world standards if not Western standards — , but they were hardly free as long as their nations were forced to remain in the Warsaw Pact.)
Antonioni was well-aware of the new opportunities for people to get together, communicate with one another, have fun together, and etc. in the modern world If anything, modern people had more freedom, means, and opportunities to socialize and interact than before. And people could take on all sorts of identities and become global in their outlook. So, if one chose to immerse oneself in the new social order, one could have a pretty good time. But were the new identities, the ever-changing fashions, the opportunities for fun & hedonism, and the freedoms to move around(great expanded with rising incomes, affordable-ness of autos, and air travel) providing modern man with any real meaning? Did the new choices lead to a higher truth? After all, wasn’t Odysseus’ journey meaningful in the end because he had a place to return to, which was his home with wife and son? But what is the nature of the adventure in L’AVVENTURA? Ostensibly, it begins with the search for the lost woman, but the two principles soon forget all about her and travel around like they’re on a holiday. And when the guy finds a new woman to fool around with, he doesn’t hesitate for a second.
If modern people(of means) so wish, they can have finds all sorts of company, spend money, travel around, and have a good time. But do they add up to anything in the long run? Do they connect with anything of personal and historical worth? Does it offer any meaningful vision of the future on a personal or communal level? Or, is it all about the here-and-now? When we look at the politics of America, does anything have any value beyond what is fashionable at the moment? Everyone, from the elites to the masses, all seem to be agreed on ONE THING and ONE THING ONLY: to submit to the fickle and fashionable truth hyped by the Jewish-and-Homo elites. If indeed Americans have deep values, how did they so quickly come around to ‘gay marriage’? If Christians really are a people of conviction and courage, why did they become such craven slaves and sheep of not only Jewish oligarchs but of degenerate homos as well? Where in the New Testament does it say the main responsibility of Christians is to obey super-rich Jews and decadent homosexuals? Only a people without roots, conscience, courage, and conviction could so easily be swayed to reject their own core values and principles. If ‘truth’ were to be determined only in terms of the here-and-now by the powers-that-be that mold our amnesiac minds through television and dumbed-down PC education, then there is no real truth, and certainly no conservative truth. True conservatism is about believing in certain truths, sacred principles, and deeply held values. And if you can’t hold onto them due to fear of the powers-that-be and the mobs whipped into frenzy by the powers-that-be, then you’re a collaborator-coward, not a courageous individual of conviction. Also, if your conservatism is so shallow and without roots that it can be fundamentally altered with the mere removal of top soil, then it was never any real kind of conservatism in the first place. It was just a brand of Conservatism Inc. devised by the GOP that panders to rich oligarchs(like Sheldon Adelson and the Koch Brothers) and defined by clowns like Rush Limbaugh on Talk Radio. What kind of conservatism pretends to be so resolutely for one thing at one point but then becomes so resolutely against it a short while later, all the while believing that it’s holding onto the same convictions? True conservatism isn’t possible with such mindless amnesia. But then, the West is now a place where Christian churches are convinced that the faith has always been blessing and singing hosannas to homosexuals. Where do they get this stuff?
Of course, conservatism can be plenty stupid and stodgy in clinging onto dead, decayed, and discredited beliefs & prejudices that really have no value in the modern world. And smart conservatism must always be mindful to replace the dead cells of society and soul with healthy living cells. And a proper appreciation of true liberalism can work with true conservatism in a symbiotic relationship to keep the good things and reject the bad things, as well as to be rid of the bad things and admit good things. So, if the dead or diseased cells of conservatism must be gotten rid of and if the healthy cells of liberalism must replenish the body politic, all the better. Conservatism grows sick when it refuses to let go of the dead cells — like knee-jerk rejection of the scientific truth of evolution and the refusal to believe the fact that homosexuals are born homo — that refuses to make room for healthier cells, and liberalism grows sick when it admits what are clearly cancerous cells, viruses, and other nasty germs that will cause the body politic harm. So, while accepting the truth of homosexuality — that homos are born homo — is a good kind of liberalism that conservatism needs to appreciate, the crazy idea that homosexuality has the same biological and moral value as real sexuality is like surrendering the body politic to cancer cells or deadly virus. And once a society is infected with filth, the disease keeps spreading and tries to destroy the very core of conservatism. Good liberalism targets only bad conservatism while protecting good conservatism that preserves all that are essential to a healthy society founded on true facts, meanings, and values. (Good liberalism is like maggots that eat at the rotten flesh while leaving the living tissue alone.) Good liberalism opens the window to good new ideas to replace the bad old ideas. But bad liberalism opens the door to all sorts of corrosive ideas that infect and destroy even the good core of conservatism. It’s like a good immigration policy tries to bring the best, most functional, and most useful people into a nation, whereas a bad immigration policy opens the gates to a whole bunch of dysfunctional idiots who will mess up the country. Worse, it may even welcome illegals and send a message all over the world that the nation exists to be invaded and plundered. That way, instead of the core population being served well by the arrival of good immigrants, it is overwhelmed and destroyed by the invasive tide of the useless horde. This kind of bad liberalism has infected the body politic of Sweden, and it seeks to silence all conservative opposition to the madness while opening the gate of Sweden to an endless stream of useless and dangerous people from all over the world.
Though Tradition is no guarantee of truth, meaning, & beauty and must come under a critical eye, it does have value in serving as a brake to the power of Fashion. For most people, it is not a matter of ‘irrational’ Tradition vs ‘rational’ Reason but a matter of Tradition vs Fashion, and most people don’t think rationally or logically about either. Most of what Liberals call ‘reason’ is really the latest Fashion of Political Correctness cooked up by the Powers-that-Be that cranks out stuff like ‘year of the women’, ‘rape culture’, ‘environmental racism’, ‘white privilege’, ‘homophobia’, ‘hate speech is not free speech’, ‘check your privilege’, ‘slut pride’, ‘trigger warnings’, ‘micro-aggressions’, and etc. It sounds like ‘reason’ because of employment of fancy terminological sophistry, but it’s really pseudo-intellectualism to obfuscate than reveal the truth. How else but through obfuscation could the so-called ‘progressive left’ have gotten away with lies such as ‘race is a social construct’, ‘gender is a social construct’, ‘opposing gay marriage is homophobia’, ‘gender is fluid’, ‘a trans-gender man is a woman’, ‘an illegal alien is an undocumented immigrant’, and etc.? They’ve fooled a lot of young people — as well as unsuspecting old people — with clever terminology that sounds smart and rational but actually mystifies & confuses the truth with smoke-and-mirrors trickery. Similarly, Marxism fooled a lot of people with its fancy jargons that made the silliest theories sound like the most intelligent ideas in the world. And the ‘auteur theory’ got more attention in the US than it deserved because the French terminology made it sound especially intellectual. And of course, religions in the past gained power over the elites with their fancifully worded spiritual terminology. While superstitions were enough to dupe the masses, the vain elites had to be won over with fancy talk, and Christian theology came up with all sorts of high-minded theories about the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost that convinced a lot of educated people that it wasn’t just about hocus-pocus but a grand thought experiment about spiritual Truth. While truly smart people can cut through the bull of obfuscation — or cunningly use it themselves to fool the less pseudo-intellectuals — , most-people-who-aren’t-smart-but-think-they-are fall for smoke-and-mirrors obfuscation all the time. The reason why Scientology attracted some smart people is because of its highfalutin formulations that sound intelligent but really just fall apart under scrutiny. The so-called ‘social justice warriors’ or SJW who bleat along to Politically Correct dictates are swayed by hype and dogma than anything like real thought. This is especially true of ‘millennials’ who were weaned on PC and homomania from cradle.
Of course, both the ‘right’ and ‘left’ pretend that they have ‘reason’ on their side. So, Ann Coulter, who knows little about how evolution works, argues for Intelligent Design on the basis of ‘reason’, and there are tons of Liberals who deny racial differences also based on ‘Reason’. And libertarians invoke ‘reason’ for every single one of their value-free proposals premised on little else but nihilism, self-interest, and hedonism. And, crazy feminists, contradictory multi-culturalists, ridiculous homomaniacs, and black rage peddlers all claim to be on the side of ‘reason’.
Nevertheless, because of the Right’s traditional ties to religion and the beginnings of the Left as a secular Enlightenment movement, there’s a tendency to associate ‘reason’ more with the left than with the right. After all, communism claimed to be ‘scientific’ and ‘materialist’ whereas the Western Right attacked the Soviet Union for its ‘Godless communism’. But, as we know, communism was hardly scientific or rational. And, so many leftist and Liberal causes over the years have fallen by the wayside because they got so many things wrong about human nature, economics, psychology, and etc. And even if liberals had tried to be completely logical and rational, they could only rely on available data, and there simply wasn’t enough to paint an accurate picture of absolute truth. Thus, so much of so-called ‘rational’ liberalism was based on conjecture, wishful thinking, speculation, faulty data, miscalculation, blind righteousness, and even utopian fantasies. Also, one wrong premise often lead to others. For example, liberals came to believe that all races were the same and social differences were only a matter of economic or cultural factors. So, the idea was that changing social policies would fix all problems. But then, Great Society programs led to the implosion of those false hopes, something that the Liberal Establishment that controls the government, media, academia, and corporate culture is loathe to admit since doing so would open up a whole new paradigm of social, racial, and political discourse that could undermine the ‘rational’ premise upon which Jewish supremacist power and white Liberal sanctimony are founded.
Tradition isn’t always right for the simple reason that nothing is true or superior because it’s been believed or practiced for a long time. If tradition is paramount, then Jews should never given up stoning people. And we should still believe that the Sun revolves around the Earth. Humanity sometimes has to break out of tradition to make true progress. (Progress can arise from within by struggle for better understanding of truth and/or justice, or it can accidentally come from outside when the invading culture suppresses or prohibits the customs of the conquered culture. For example, suppose a conquered culture practiced human sacrifice, but the conquering culture bans that sort of thing. Suppose the invading culture is just as cruel and merciless in its own way but nevertheless reviles something like human sacrifice. Whatever one thinks of the invasion & the oppression, it was through them progress of ending human sacrifice was made.) But some more radically minded liberals fall into the fallacious habit of thinking that rejecting tradition and replacing it with new ideas is always a form of progress. But this is like saying that since Galileo was right by challenging the established view of the planets, every crackpot would-be scientist with a new idea is necessarily right. There are cases when tradition is true, sane, and just, and it is the new ideas that are insane, dangerous, and ludicrous. Also, the dumber liberals become so obsessed with certain causes or concepts that there’s the danger of their growing cancerous and beyond any sensible proportion. For example, if ‘equality’ means ‘equality under the law for all citizens’ — a rich man who commits a murder is just as guilty as a poor man who commits a murder, and a poor man accused of a crime deserves just as much legal protection as a rich man accused of a crime — , it makes good sense in a society that stands for justice for all. But if concepts of ‘equality’ metastasize to the point where things that are clearly not equal are promoted and pushed as of ‘equal’ value, then we end up with stuff like homomania that says a man’s anus that excretes feces is as much a sex organ as a woman’s vagina that produces life; we are to believe that a fake vagina of a trans-gender freak is equal to a real vagina of a woman. When conceit of ‘equality’ thus turns cancerous, the disease keeps growing and spreading all through the body politic, and now, US forces ‘gay marriage’ on all states and forces all businesses to cater to sick degenerate ceremonies like ‘same sex marriage’.
Of course, an idea like ‘equality’ doesn’t go radically crazy like this on its own. Most people, if left to their own natural inclinations and devices, could be made to accept the truth that homosexuals are born that way, but they would also find homosexual behavior to be odd and gross. If people were left to their natural thoughts and feelings, something like ‘gay marriage’ never would have had a chance. But as it happened, the Jewish elites own nearly all of media, Hollywood, academia, government, finance, and etc. Also, Jewish Power, even as it spreads filth and foulness all over, cannot be noticed or criticized. Indeed, consider how the arch-liar Sabrina Rubin Erdely of ROLLING STONE is allowed to get away with her brazen lies by a media-political complex that watches out of for her kind. Old Boys’ Network has nothing on New Jews’ Complex as her ilk with the same psycho-pathology are prevalent in just about every elite institution and industry.
|Sabrina Rubin Erdely the vile lying Jewish hag bitch protected by the New Jew Complex|
|ECLIPSE - Monica Vitti as Jafro-Jiveress|
The old pagan instinct rooted in the blood and soil of nature had long been lost. And when the Nietzsche and Nazis tried to revive it as a political ideology, it brought Europe to the brink of total ruin. So, what was left for European man? Marxism? But, for the intellectual and artistic class of Europe, the proletarian revolution and the situation in the USSR & Eastern Europe hardly offered a satisfying alternative. Some paid lip-service to the Revolution, but their were not there. So, what was left for modern Western Man at the end of this tether? This is the question raised in ZARDOZ as well. The Eternals have grown so decadent and apathetic that they no longer believe in their own ideology, creed, and project; but they’d also become so removed from the way of nature for so long that they, on their own, are incapable of reconnecting with the vitality of life. So, they turn to the brutality of the Exterminators who attack them, rape them, cut and gun them down. They seek deliverance by death. Western Civilization has reached this state. It has lost faith in itself. It no longer finds answers in its own civilization. Furthermore, Western folks are afraid to reconnect with their blood-and-soil roots to revitalize their souls and spirits. A people who’ve lost confidence and faith in their own civilization either try to reconnect with their barbaric past — as German nature-lovers, romantics, and neo-pagan visionaries did in the 19th century — , take up some radical utopian cause to reinvigorate their hopes and spirits, or turn to the exoticism and/or eroticism of another culture. Europeans cannot return to their own blood-and-soil since the prevailing ideology of PC deems that as ‘racist’ and ‘atavistic’. There used to be the faith in the future via Communism, Fascism, and National Socialism, but they all failed. There is still a radicalism at the core of the EU project, but there is no central idea, theme, or vision that matches the great ideological movements of the 20th century. Homomania and Holocaustianity are hardly unified or meaningful ideological visions for the future as Marxism had been for much of the 20th century. Bored, confused, shallow, and trashy, the West of the 21st century seeks vitality via the exoticism and/or eroticism of the non-West, especially the Negroes. Since Negroes are seen as the Holy Victim Race, their blood-and-soil and animal passions aren’t seen as ‘racist’ but as ‘progressive’. But the real attraction to Negromania has little to do with ideology and everything to do with white addiction to funky music, wild orgasmics, athletic prowess, and ultra-macho thuggery. Just as white Conservatives in the US have ‘outsourced’ their nationalism and racial consciousness to Israel, many white folks in America and EU have outsourced their animal/nature instincts to Negroes. And even as white folks feel certain trepidations about Islam, some Europeans welcome Muslims as a way to outsource their own defunct religious faith onto a religious culture that still seems robust and hale in its powerful faith. And since Western gentiles have been made to feel guilty about everything — and as so many great Western thinkers have been denounced and degraded as ‘dead white males’ — , they have outsourced all intellectual thought to Jews, homosexuals, and their allies. When a people are not allowed to think freely, feel freely, and act freely in their own interests, they feel constricted, dull, and lifeless. Yet, the yearnings of the Will-to-Power don’t go away. Since they cannot feel and practice those instincts and emotions for their own ‘racist’ interests, they ‘outsource’ them to other groups whose aggressions and self-interested agendas are still deemed permissible and justified. Such a dynamics can be found in the very nature of sports? Most guys want to be tough warriors and heroes. But most of them are not, so they project all their desires onto their sports ‘heroes’. So, even though the victory of the athlete has nothing to do with the spectator, the latter thinks ‘WE won’. Likewise, even though the victory of Israel has NOTHING to do with white Americans, the latter think ‘WE won’ whenever Jews destroy their enemies. And even though Negro males sexually conquering white women does nothing whatsoever for white male pride and dignity, white boys are into ‘cuckold culture’ and identify with Negroes doing their wives and/or girlfriends. The wombs of white women are the genetic products of 10,000s of years of evolution made possible by the sexual union of white men and white women. So, you’d think white men would like to see white women reserve their wombs for the creation of more white babies. But as increasing number of white women opt for interracism and refuse to carry white babies within their wombs that are reserved for the incubation of Negro/mulatto babies, the White West is facing something like the catastrophe at the end of ZARDOZ. Just look at all the wild-ass Negroes of black Africa ‘migrating’ to Europe in huge numbers. Every Negro penis seeks a white vagina, and since white women now grow up to ‘jungle music’ and interracist porn from a young age, the end of Europe isn’t far off. Of course, Jews see this as sweet revenge. They are cackling with glee over the racial downfall of Europe. The Eternals of ZARDOZ became trapped in their self-made world of radical idealism; they became divorced from healthy instinct. With intelligence, they gained great power and privilege, but they lost the sense of vitality that only comes with the connection to nature, physical and psychological. And since they completely lost the connection to nature, they lost the will to live. They couldn’t find the will within themselves and surrendered to the barbaric will of the Brutals/Exterminators, but of course, it could only mean death and destruction for the Eternals.
The Alternative, the true way of racial revitalization and survival, was shown in the great classic THE BIRTH OF A NATION. In that film, proud white men learn to be warriors who organize, unite, and fight against the ghastly Negroes who be running wild for watermelon and white pussy. White guys haven’t lost their racial pride, warrior soul, and natural possessiveness of their own women whose wombs must serve as the preservers of the white race. No invasion is as total as sexual invasion. After all, a people conquered in idea can still survive as a race. Pagan Europeans were conquered by the idea of Christianity, but they were still Europeans and their bodies, via sex, continued to produce Europeans. A people can be invaded by land and still not be conquered as a people. Jewish lands were conquered by the Romans, but Jews still made sure that Jewish wombs took Jewish seeds and produced Jewish babies. But when the women’s wombs are conquered and colonized by another people, it is finally the end for a people. (The mestizo-ization of Latin America led to the permanent downfall and powerlessness of the indigenous folks.) Worse, if the women of a nation or race willingly and happily surrender to the conquering men while rejecting their own men, then it is really over. And it appears that the white race is almost truly over. A race that elects a mulatto piece of turd like Obama(who is the product of a white race traitor sexually surrendering to a disgusting black Afro-jiver) is a race that doesn’t have a future. A race without a will to survive is no race at all. It is just waiting to be devoured and to die. It is like a paralyzed/immobile animal that is being devoured alive but unwilling to do anything about it because it has been made to believe that the devourment is a ‘good thing’. Given the greatness of the Western achievement and unique beauty & magnificence of the European race, there has never been a tragedy like this in all of history. But, of course, the ugly and nasty hideous Jews are cackling to their hearts’ content.
There is an element of self-restraint if not self-denial in the films of Antonioni. It can be found in the ending of L’AVVENTURA. The man fools around with yet another woman, which means that he has no trouble finding women, having a good time, and getting it on. He has no problem ‘communicating’ with other people. But when Monica Vitti’s character stumbles upon his ‘betrayal’ and flees from the scene, he stops smooching the new tart and goes after Vitti’s character. He becomes aware of the shallowness of his attachments and promises, spoken or unspoken. With the freedom and the new libertine spirit of modernism, he can certainly move around and have a good time, but what does it all amount to?
In LA DOLCE VITA, the guy indulges in all sorts of bacchanalia, and it is only on occasion that he feels something like a "buyer’s remorse", but then not for long because he figures he should go have some more fun. Fellini wasn’t without some degree of trepidation about the New Affluence and New Decadence, but when push came to shove, he loved to revel in them. Antonioni, due to reasons of ideology, intellect, and/or personality/temperament, wasn’t as willing to let loose in the new order. There’s a frigid side to his women, an awkwardness to his men. Even the young photographer of BLOWUP, while casually carousing with two young women, doesn’t seem to really get into the act. Despite the nudity and romping, it is strangely sexless. He’s miming than really interacting in life.
Antonioni’s films are acutely aware/conscious of man’s uncertain condition, but because this consciousness ultimately connects with nothing, believes in nothing, and settles for nothing, it’s a philosophical and spiritual dead-end. This isn’t to fault Antonioni’s vision(that honestly conveyed his perspective on modernity) but merely to point out its limitation. The ending of L’ECLISSE is a tour-de-force of cinematic modernism, but it’s only a question mark with no answers. There is only the uncertainty principle, a sense of fragmentation of mind and matter than can never be made whole again. There’s a certain fascination, but the only choices for the audience is provocation, confusion, or boredom. (Stanley Kauffmann defended it; Dwight MacDonald derided it.) It’s not the kind of strangeness of, say Kafka, that could be pursued as a game even if it ultimately leads to no answers. There is an element of search and inquiry in the works of Kafka, whereas the films of Antonioni are ultimately about nothingness. The searches in THE TRIAL and THE CASTLE lead nowhere in the end, but they tantalize and fascinate, whereas even the act of searching itself — in L’AVVENTURA for example — become a mere excuse, an afterthought, for lives lived as non-sequiturs. Antonioni’s characters are disassociated from even the effort of searching; they are like space aliens stranded on a wrong planet and given up any hope of return. In L’AVVENTURA, neither the two main characters nor we care about the missing woman. We’re curious the moment she’s gone, but when the ironically titled ‘adventure’ begins, we don’t sense any kind of suspense, development, or connection. Each scene/moment exists independent of all the others.
It’s been oft-mentioned that the film was loudly booed at Cannes because it didn’t resolve the mystery of the missing women, but the audience missed the point because the subject of the missing woman was dropped almost as soon as the ‘adventure’ began. There was no need to wait to the end to realize that the ‘mystery’ didn’t matter since its centrality, let alone its urgency, had been long been abandoned.
It would actually have been more jarring if the missing woman showed up at the end or the truth as to her disappearance was revealed. Indeed, even the element of mystery became irrelevant to the story. There are stories where the mysteries are revealed, and there are stories where the mysteries are kept hidden to the very end, and that hidden-ness functions as a mind-teaser, provoking many possibilities. Consider the ending of David Cronenberg’s eXistenZ. In the end, we aren’t sure if the assassins are still in the game or not. Is Deckard in BLADE RUNNER a replicant or not? We don’t know for sure, and it matters that we remain sure. But the unsureness of the missing woman in L’AVVENTURA doesn’t matter at all; indeed, it had stopped mattering for quite sometime; therefore, if the audience at Cannes were upset over the lack of resolution to the mystery, they were simply watching it all wrong. Or, maybe they did ‘get’ what Antonioni was up to and found it all very painfully obvious, laborious, and pointless — like Pauline Kael and Dwight MacDonald did of Antoniioni’s subsequent films, though they both greatly admired L’AVVENTURA(probably because it was the first of its kind and because its experimentalism was balanced with genuine human characters and emotions, whereas the later ones became overly formalistic, conceptual, self-conscious, and mannerist; Antonioni came to pursue one aspect of his artistic obsession at the expense of ‘conventional’ human elements; Fellini fell into the a similar problem when he began to indulge in his own fantasy-scape at the expense of everything else; and of course, Terrence Malick took it to even further with TREE OF LIFE, one of the most self-absorbed, self-obsessed, and self-centered films ever made).
Antonioni had a powerful and profound way of saying, "I don’t know", "I have no idear", and "You got me"(what Benjamin says to his father while lying in the pool in THE GRADUATE), and while this outlook/attitude brought into focus the existential malady of the West of the late 50s and early 60s — and even became vogue via Hollywood films, such as the Mike Nichols film, that popularized it — , it couldn’t really lead anywhere, which is why Antonino’s films became less and less relevant and interesting to movie audiences. (They can be analyzed and interpreted but cannot be played as mind-games like the films of Alain Resnais, Stanley Kubrick, David Lynch, and David Cronenberg.) After all, what can be learned from someone who admits he has no answers(and isn’t the most exciting film-maker in the world)? There’s a guest at the Warhol-Factory-like party in MIDNIGHT COWBOY who just says, "I don’t know, I don’t know," and eventually, people tired of Antonioni’s "I don’t knows." Certain artistic statements can be bold and important within the context of cultural and social history but end up as dead-ends. Some new things are fertile and can birth more things, whereas other new things, as striking as they may initially seem, turn out to be ultimately sterile and barren. It’s like the modernist painting that is all black. As a first try and novel statement, it may have value. But it’s not something that can inspire new ideas. This is why, as important as Antonioni is to film history, his imitators have mostly turned out to be useless.
As if Antonioni himself recognized the limitation of his vision/concept, he began to tour with it around the world as if it might regain freshness in different settings. It’s like a Rock star whose act has grown stale in his own nation may find eager abroad — like how Bill Haley, already passe in the States, was greeted as a sensation in Great Britain. (That his Italian films had their biggest defenders outside Italy may haven encouraged Antonioni’s wanderlust.) Antonioni began his world tour by making a film in the U.K. called BLOW-UP set in what was then ‘Swinging London’. It had the same ennui of the earlier films — it was like beating a dead horse — but with the adding elements of youth culture, stronger sexual content, and elements of murder mystery. Thereby, it wandered partly away from the usual theme of confusion-and-boredom-of-modernity that had become Antonioni’s bread-and-butter in L’AVVENTURA, LA NOTTE, L’ECLISSE, and RED DESERT(which even Antonioni fans will have to admit is something of a drag). BLOWUP was slicked and spiked up a bit, but in the end, it led to the same shoulder-shrugging of "I don’t know." It was as if Antonioni was saying that the main character, we the audience, and he the artist need the ‘colorful’ distractions of the story/situation/narrative because our lives are so without meaning and purpose. Perhaps, even our need to see movies is just that: to ‘feel’ connected to something because of the overwhelming fact that we are connected to nothing, especially as modernity has no organic connection to anything. The value of the murder mystery to the photographer in BLOWUP was that it gave him ‘something to do’, something for his mind to wrap around because, otherwise, there would only be boredom and vapidity. Even the male revolutionary in ZABRISKIE POINT seems to have taken up arms not out of any real conviction but because he needs ‘something to do’ in a world where nothing seems worth doing, where nothing offers a compelling reason for us to exist in the first place. We create diversions and we destroy diversions not because they really make sense to us but because we constantly need ‘something to do’ to stave off the emptiness and boredom; but we mistake this need for diversion as ‘conviction’. The young woman’s fantasy of radical destruction in the final scene of the film seems more like revolutionary shopping spree of nihilism than any meaningful act. It’s as if modern man, even as radical, rebels not out of meaningful conviction for a better future but to fend off the sheer pointlessness of life that has been cut off from any vision of timeless truth.
|BLOW UP - Murder caught on film?|
|ZABRISKIE POINT - Explosion Fantasy|
In a way, both Fellini and Antonioni came to a dead-end if for different reasons. Fellini was a man of huge ego, a natural storyteller & liar(very entertaining one), a reveler & charlatan; but, at least up to 8 ½ , he’d balanced his megalomania with big colorful characters(whose willful personalities held their own against Fellini’s), maintained a degree of realism against tendency toward fantasy, and nurtured a measure of doubt & remorse that restrained over-confidence.
So, conscientious characters(like Moraldo in I VITELLONI) and conscientious moments(like when Zampano in LA STRADA is finally overcome with grief), fleeting and far between as they may be, offered glimpses of the life that could have been away from the rambunctious but meaningless distractions and compromises of life. But the ending of 8 ½ signified Fellini’s desire to let go of all his inhibitions and fly off freely with unfettered imagination. His later films became like THE FANTASTIC VOYAGE where a mini-submarine enters the bloodstream of a patient and explores the workings of his body. In treating his own mind as the only universe worth exploring, Fellini’s talent shrunk to the size of a flea. Though still capable of some remarkable passages in films like FELLINI SATYRICON, FELLINI ROMA, and AMARCORD, there was no more progress, no more exploration, no more curiosity in anything but his own ego-driven self-monumentalizing fantasies. When an artist comes to conflate his ego with genius itself, he ends up making films like the later Fellini, Terry Gilliam, and Terrence Malick of THE NEW WORLD and especially the godawful TREE OF LIFE. It was as if Fellini entered Fellini like John Malkovich entered Malkovich in BEING JOHN MALKOVICH. Every character became just a pasty sockpuppet or cut-out comic toy of Fellini than an individual in his or her own right, like the wonderful full-bloodied characters who enliven THE WHITE SHEIK, I VITELLONI, NIGHTS OF CABIRIA, IL BIDONE, and etc. It was also the unfortunate result of the rise of ‘auteur’-ism or maestro-ism that made a cult out of the film director as THE creator of the film than as the main contributor to the whole work. A circus ringleader must allow others to do their thing, and get out of their way. He has to lead them and guide them, but he is not everything, and Fellini understood this in his earlier films. As Orson Welles said, characterization and acting are very important to film, but the cult of auteur-ism and maestro-ism emboldened some directors to emphasize their vision, design, concept, and/or grandeur at the expense of all else. So, Pier Paolo Pasolini began to dispense with anything that could be called acting in the late 60s. Fellini no longer has any use for ‘conventional’ characters that were recognizably human or individualistic. Everyone in AMARCORD is a type, caricature, puppet, clown, or cut-out. In 8 ½, the all-too-human young boys see a giant caricature of whore on the beach, but in AMARCORD, the young boys are no less caricatures than the fat gross lady with big breasts. In 8 ½, even Saraghina the whore caricature is given a moment of grace when her individuality shines through, but everyone is non-stop ridiculous in AMARCORD and most of Fellini’s later films. If the director’s vision is powerful, rich, and potent enough, it can override the more ‘conventional’ use of actors & characters, and this was true enough in the films of Robert Bresson, Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY and BARRY LYNDON, Jacques Tati’s PLAYTIME, and Andrei Tarkovsky & Michelangelo Antonioni at their best. But this was deadly for Fellini because his films thrived on colorfulness and vividness, and nothing is more colorful and vivid than human personalities. Indeed, a single standup can bring the house down. So, for Fellini’s films to work, he had to be generous and share the stage with powerfully realized actors. It was a terrible idea to use his actors as mere projections of his fantasies. No matter how crazily and loudly they acted in the later films, they were dull and dreary because they lacked individuality and merely went through the motions of sockpuppets controlled by an ego out of control.
But then, Antonioni also hit a brick wall because he gave up searching for the truth. In L’AVVENTURA, the man and woman stop searching for their friend. The couple settle for ‘love’ without love at the end of LA NOTTE. As for L’ECLISSE, the ending is just a question mark. It’s as if Antonioni decided there’s no point to life. Since there was no longer any truth to be found within oneself, in the past, or in any hope for the future, the only thing left for Antonioni was to travel. So, his next three films were made in the UK(BLOW-UP), the US(ZABRISKIE POINT), and SPAIN(THE PASSENGER). But the different locales were just distractions from the truth that there is no truth. Like the ‘adventure’ in L’AVVENTURA, it didn’t lead anywhere since there was no truth to be found. Life was made bearable only by the the distraction from the lack of truth that rendered everything boring and pointless. In all three films, the characters even try to distract themselves from their own lack of meaning by taking on the narratives or identities of others. The guy in BLOW-UP is a photographer who ‘steals’ the images of others. His interest in the possible murder has less to do with any moral concern than that its narrative offers his respite from his zombie-like existence. In ZABRISKIE POINT, the would-be revolutionary steals an airplane, and after he dies, the young woman ‘appropriates’ his radicalism — though she has no idea what it’s about — and fantasizes about blowing up the mansion of the bourgeoisie. In THE PASSENGER, a character literally steals the identity of someone else to escape from himself. (And of course, it could be said that Antonioni ‘stole’ their identities.) Things happen in all three films, but there’s also a feeling of emptiness because everything that happens is a mere distraction from the emptiness. Antonioni gave up trying to deal with or fill up the emptiness. It was just there, stretching out forever like the desert in ZABRISKIE POINT, and one could, at best, only induce momentary self-amnesias and find new distractions to alleviate one’s sense of alienation from the modern world. This attitude seemed ‘mod’ for awhile, but it also grew tiresome for many viewers. Even critics began to give up on Antonioni, especially beginning with ZABRISKIE POINT — it must, however, be pointed out that his Italian films were more appreciated outside Italy, his British film was more appreciated outside the UK, and his American film was more appreciated outside the US.
Though Antonioni is still considered a giant — rightly so — , and his films are still watched, they are discussed as much as they used to be. They are treated more like museum pieces that living art that still speaks to us. This is in striking contrast to the 1960s when, within two years of its release, L’AVVENTURA was #2 in the ‘greatest films’ in the Sight and Sound Poll. For some time, it was also the most written-about and discussed film after CITIZEN KANE. But then, most people in the film community lost interest in Antonioni — of course there are diehards — , and young cinephiles will trudge through his films more out of sense of obligation than genuine interest or fascination. This may seem counterfactual given that so many films favored by film festivals owe something to Antonioni’s approach and sensibility. Consider all the praise heaped on the likes of Hou Hsiao-Hsien, Theo Angelopoulous, Bruno Dumont, and many others. And one of Godard’s most praised films LE MEPRIS, owes something to Antonioni. And if the first big names of Mainland Chinese cinema worked in the dramatic/humanist vein, they were followed by the more subdued styles of film-makers who seemed to owe more to likes of Antonioni than to the likes of Vittorio DeSica or Akira Kurosawa. But seriously, most people don’t enjoy Hou or Angelopoulos. Most people who pretend to like them do so out of sense of obligation since their nerdy critical mentors have touted them so often — same goes for the ludicrous reverence for the dreadful JEANNE DIELMAN, easily the worst film of all time. But no one really enjoys them because, let’s face it, they are dead-end cinema.
In contrast, there is a striving for meaning & depth and a vision of the sacred & transcendental in the films of Andrei Tarkovsky. There is a sense of the search for the Grail even if it remains beyond attainment. Tarkovsky had a rapport with nature, with the vision of the motherland, deep appreciation of his parents, historical memory, and spiritual connection to Christianity. He had a sense of tragedy that connected the mundane present with the scars of history and/or personal biography. It was the opposite of the sensibility of amnesia so dominant in the films of Antonioni. Also, if Antonioni’s resistance against amnesia was futile because of lack of any meaningful connection to tradition and the past, Tarkovsky felt a deep spiritual connection with everything about Russia, intimate and grand. His mind was filled with reflections about his father and mother. In THE MIRROR, there’s something about Russia as the bulwark against the terrible Mongol horde whose modern-day equivalents are the rabid Chinese Maoists pushing against the borderlands of mystical Russia. Unlike the Eternal-like(of ZARDOZ) modern decadents of Antonioni films who lack the will to defend their civilization — why defend something one doesn’t even believe in? — , the Russians of Tarkovsky’s vision do want to defend and preserve Mother Russia(from both threats from the West like the Nazis of IVAN’S CHILDHOOD and threats from the East like the vile & cruel dog-eating yellow hordes shown in ANDREI RUBLEV and THE MIRROR). Even in exile in NOSTALGHIA, the Russian writer never forgets whence he came. His memories fill his dreams. If he is alienated from anything, it is from the atomized modern individualism where one’s existence is little else beyond individual whims and desires that lack depth and attachment. Tarkovsky understood the separation and unity of nature and spirituality. Nature is raw and violent, and spirituality is about transcending the animalism of man. But nature was also timeless, beautiful, and pure according to its ways and rhythms. In SOLARIS, the nature of another planet even seems to have a mind. (Though based on Stanislaw Lem’s novel, Tarkovsky’s adaptation is less conceptual and more organicist.) Nature cannot be corrupt like civilization. It can be terrifying to mankind, but then, nature didn’t exist to accommodate man at every turn. For man to act as though nature exists only to cater to his wants and needs would be vanity and hubris. Likewise, God doesn’t exist to make everything easy for man either. Nature had its own ‘pure’ rules, and God had His own ‘pure’ design, and man is caught between the mysterious chaos of one and the mysterious order of the other. God inspires man to build cathedrals and art apart from nature, and nature seeks to reclaim everything built by man back unto itself. One makes us strive toward Heaven, the other pulls us back to the soil. And yet, both are pure in the way man can never be. Man is a creature that has rejected nature, but he is also still an animal that can never become God; indeed, man cannot even live up to his own ideals, as the history of communism amply demonstrated. And so, man is ‘corrupt’ because he can’t return to nature and be part of nature like all the plants & animals, mountains & rivers. And he can’t become the equal of God either. He is too elevated for earth, too lowly for heaven. And yet, within that limbo-state of man’s imperfection, impurity, and corruption, there is also a tragic quality that is missing in nature and in God. And sublimity is to be found not in purity and absolutes but in the alchemy of apparent opposites and contradictions. Sublimity is paradoxical by nature, and it could be said man is more pure(or purist) than nature and God because he must struggle for every ounce of purity he attains. Man can never take purity for granted.
Water is the obvious motif of this process of reharmonization. Water flows throughout STALKER and NOSTALGHIA as the stuff of nature, man, and spirit. It is the ocean planet in SOLARIS that facilitates the momentary convergences of the natural, the material, the psychological, the personal, the rational, and the spiritual. It is the source and the destiny of everything. This sense of ‘impure purism’ comes more naturally to Eastern Europeans, especially Russians, than to Western Europeans — though Germans, having retained more of their pagan spirit — had some of it too, at least in the 19th century. As Russia was so vast, it was less totally settled and well-ordered as the smaller nations to the West. Also, as the Russian character was more slovenly and bearish, the Russians never became so well-mannered, impeccable, and disciplined as Western Europeans. This kept them more natural, especially as they were swilling excessive amounts of vodka, dancing on tables, and wrestling with bears. Also, as Russians took up Orthodox Religion that was heavy in ritualism and fatalism of the world-as-is, Russians became less idealistic than Northern Europeans Protestants and even Latin Catholics. Russian Orthodox Church, at one time, even opposed antibiotics to syphilis because it was thought to negate just punishment or moral consequence of sinful behavior, but I suspect the Church also saw such medical progress as an affront to the natural way of things.
|2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY - Space Station|
|SOLARIS - Space Station|
Of course, Kubrick’s vision of the future was hardly a utopian ideal, but Tarkovsky found it too picture-perfect and idealized despite the overall skeptical tone of the film on the limitations of man. Tarkovsky’s preferred vision of the world was one of ceaseless disintegration of clutter into clay. In SOLARIS, the technology and machinery seem to be falling apart piecemeal by piecemeal. At the end of 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, David Bowman undergoes a transformation that places him in a state of near-total order(some French palatial retreat in space) and then to cosmic rebirth whereupon his reincarnated self looks like the most perfect baby one can imagine(or like the guy in HAROLD AND MAUDE). It’s like a prototype of new mankind perfected by the forces of the perfect Monolith. (If ape-men were the raw material for the evolution of man, mankind was the raw material for the rise of new man, the reconstituted Bowman debugged of all the faults of mankind.) It’s as if there is a perfect and exact design to the cosmos, and the superior beings of the Monolith represent this quality. Though the Stargate scenes looks like a maelstrom of chaos, actually it appears to be a calculated process — intelligible to the extraterrestrials, gibberish to us — whereby Bowman is being transformed from a mere man to a higher human in tune with the order the universe as by the Monolith. David Bowman is helpless before this power, but he is also taking a proactive role for he is the one who is being ‘improved’, ‘saved’, and ‘recreated’ into a higher being who may spearhead the next evolutionary leap for mankind. Bowman does participate even though he doesn’t have a choice, and his new self will play a role that will be as momentous as the role of the Moon Watcher ape who realized the power of the tool. As Bowman shall have an active and creative role in his own future, his is not a case of resignation to the world. He is about redesigning the world to take it to a higher level.
In contrast, the final note of SOLARIS is resignation(as in the acceptance of the harmony of nature and spirituality, not in the loss of hope and trust, like in the ending of Cormac Mccarthy’s THE COUNSELOR, a resignation to hell-on-earth). The astronaut-scientist gives up trying to understand or alter the planet Solaris or all the things that has happened to him since his arrival in the space station. And it’s as if the planet has no higher intention or vision for mankind. It is not a cosmic repository of some ultimate plan for humanity. The strange planet is like both the most primordial and the most advanced thing in the universe. It feeds on and digests the thoughts, dreams, fantasies, and anxieties of humans a giant stomach-brain. The process seems to have no rhyme or reason, no clear purpose. It just does what it does, just like the stomach unthinkingly produces all kinds of acids and enzymes to break down food stuff into molecules. And yet, because its process feeds on human minds and souls, one cannot help thinking that the process is also meditative, philosophical, and/or spiritual. Does it do what it does unthinkingly or thinkingly? We know parrots repeat what we say without knowing the meaning of the words. And we can program computers to mimic human logic without being conscious of what they’re doing and why. After all, even today with all the talk of artificial intelligence, there isn’t a single computer in the world with a mind of its own. Deep Blue may beat the best human chess player, but it still has no idea what it is doing since it has no consciousness. Lacking such, it has no vision, no plan, no design. And life began without consciousness as mere molecules beginning to replicate themselves and then by producing the DNA that made the process more efficient and prolific. It all happened without life knowing why, and indeed, it wasn’t until the rise of modern man that organisms began to wonder the ‘why’ of things and began to live life in accordance to his vision/design. Until that moment in the story of life when a form of life finally began to consciously control and order itself, life on earth had been like the process of the planet of Solaris. Life just functioned in accordance to its innate programming. Indeed, apart from us, most of life still acts that way. Even the most intelligent animals only follow their programming without knowing or asking why. And Negroes in Africa still act like, which is why they’re all about fighting and fuc*ing that seem to the main codes in their DNA. To be sure, f-and-f are the main codes in all human DNA code, but the non-Negro races, especially white folks, tend to think more about the ‘why’ of stuff than Negroes do. But then, this isn’t always a good thing because the question of ‘why’ tends to make life self-conscious, and a self-conscious life loses its vitality in being overcome with too many questions and being dispirited by the realization of the lack of meaning to most things. After all, Buddhism is about the self-annihilation of life and existence.
At any rate the planet of Solaris is especially fascinating for embodying both the most elemental/primordial and the most sophisticated/advanced properties of life. Its processes seem natural than mediated. It’s like the pods in THE INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS and the creature in John Carpenter’s THE THING are, at their root, unthinking beings. (Of course, much about human life is also unthinking. Our brains functions even when we don’t use them consciously. Our hearts beat to their own accord. Our lungs, livers, pancreas, bladder, and etc. all function beyond our control. This is why the theme of suicide is fraught with much suspense in the arts. We can’t just shut off our hearts. Life must be ended by conscious-physical violence against the body. We can’t simply choose to stop living by conscious choice or will. We consciously choose what foods to eat but the process of digestion is beyond our power. Some people have the runs, and some people are constipated, and in both cases, it’s beyond the control of the shitters as different people have different digestive rhythms. And even though people consciously choose to have sex, their sexual drives are beyond their conscious control. It’s like Beavis feels the ‘boing’. It’s like Amanda Marcotte the hussy strumpet can’t help herself. And the sperm and the egg have no idear what they are doing when they get together to form into life. Indeed, before we mature into sentient creatures with some degree of self-control and free will, we are the products of processes we have little or no control of. Before we become reasonably individualistic and independent, we are like the pod people. Toddlers are podlers. And in some cultures that suppress individuality and impose the cult of correctness, be it religious or ideological, even adults are ‘podern’ than modern.) The pod people in INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHEERS, without thought, will mimic nearby humans(and maybe other mammals) who are asleep. The pods act like invasive plants acting in accordance to their innate programming, but then, pod people do seem to ‘think’ like human beings, albeit without emotions(except in their fanatical ‘passion’ to turn everyone into someone like them; it’s like PC secularists pretend to be about reason over emotions, but they get viciously riled up about turning everyone into a mind-clone of themselves). And even though they have the power of perception and cognition, they only seem to think in one way, ‘think’ alike, and believe in the necessity of turning everyone into a pod person as well. So, are they really thinking or are their brains merely mimicking the process of human thought(as a bee-like ‘hive mind-set’) while denying the possibility of independent thought?
|INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS (1956)directed by Donald Segal|
|INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS(1978) directed by Philip Kaufman|
|BODY SNATCHERS(1993) directed by Abel Ferrara|
Oftentimes, the emotions of righteousness come to override the sense of rightness. If initially, many liberals did feel that science, facts, data, and truth were on their side — especially as so many conservatives were mindlessly mired in archaic tradition, religion, and stodgy prejudices — , many liberals became more enamored of their self-righteous moral narcissism and cult of ‘white guilt’ than in facts, truth, and reasons. If initially liberalism was championed for its greater concern for reason and science — and understandably so as conservatives tended to stick with old truisms without critical re-examination — , it eventually came to be championed for its holier-than-thou than smarter-than-thou attitudes.
At one point, the sense of rightness and sense of righteousness went hand in hand. But over time, as more and more of Liberal orthodoxies came to be undermined and/or discredited by mounting evidence, Liberalism turned into a ritual of screaming, shouting, accusing, and tarring-and-feathering so that free thinkers wouldn’t even dare invoke superior facts, truth, and reason to discredit Liberal sense of rightness. (After all, if the rightness is lost, the factual basis for righteousness will be lost. For religious folks, righteousness is beyond factual rightness since their sense of truth is based on faith. In contrast, the secularism of Liberals premises its sense of righteousness on factual rightness. So, if Liberals lose the war of rightness, they may well lose the very foundation of their righteousness.) Growing more desperate, Liberals even began to argue that righteousness mattered more than rightness. So, anthropology departments gave up on claim to science since new data on DNA went against the favored ideology that ‘race is a social construct’. And there are Jewish professors who say that certain issues shouldn’t even be discussed even if such may be true because they are too ‘dangerous’ and people are too dumb to understand them properly. And on the ‘gay marriage’ issue, there hasn’t been any meaningful debate at all. Those in favor of it just kept insisting that they are ‘rational’ over and over without demonstrating why while, at the same time, using their monopoly media/academia power to defame and destroy anyone who argued otherwise. And they employed a lot of fanfare, pageantry, pop culture icons & idols, celebrity promotion, symbols, and massive rallies, none of which has anything to do with reason, thought, facts, or sense. After all, a thousand or even a million ‘gay pride’ parades cannot disprove that fact that the male anus is NOT a sex organ and that a fake vagina of a transvestite is NOT a real vagina. ‘Gay marriage’ was promoted in the US like the cult of the ‘great leader’ was promoted in communist nations. It was a form of hysteria backed with muscle of politics, finance, threats to politicians, blacklisting, legal bullying, and etc. And even though Jews were the main pushers of the agenda — in both the Democratic and Republican parties — , American Conservatism Inc. diverted the main attention of American Conservatives to issues about Israel, Iran, and Russia, indeed some even going so far as to suggest that the homo ‘rainbow’ is the ‘new red, white, and blue’. Some Neocon scumbags say we should hate on Russia because it doesn’t allow massive homo rallies(which are actually Jewish Supremacist victory parades by proxy)on Red Square. And scum suckers who fell for this out of intimidation, brainwashing, hysteria, or cowardice didn’t use their brain cells since none were necessary. It was all about waving the ‘gay’ flag at homo rallies and screaming like tards and feeling good about oneself because one’s view on ‘gay marriage’ is in tune with the predilections of Oprah, Miley Cyrus, Obama, Tim Cook, Elton John, Ellen Degeneris, and etc. So, in America, despite the Liberal conceit of being rational and factual, it was never the case that Political Correctness ‘won the culture war’ because its ideas, views, and values were impeccably on the side of facts, truth, and reasons. If anything, the level of hysteria, mania, lunacy, and panic so intrinsic to Political Correctness is proof that many Liberals, deep in their hearts, feel insecure about their core convictions. Sure, their rabidity is genuine, and they think they’re correct, but there must be times when they look around the world and see that reality doesn’t conform to their ridiculous views. So, what are they to do? They must constantly resort to hype and hysteria while, at the same time, claiming that their sense of truth and justice are totally grounded in facts and reason. (Liberals can get away with so much since they hold the whip hand over the Conservatives. Because of the cults of anti-‘racism’, anti-‘homophobia’, and the rest of that crap, the forces on the Right are afraid to present all the facts on their own side. Look what happened to Stephanie Grace over mere emails about race; she was outed by a Jewess. Consider what happened to Jason Richwine[outed by a Jewess] and James Watson. And even diehard Liberals like Helen Thomas and Rick Sanchez got in hot water for noticing Jewish power. Look at the German-exchange student harassed by rape-accuser Emma Sulkowicz, another vile Jewess. Notice that the biggest snitches and witch-hunters are Jews and Jewesses. An American Conservative is someone who fears Jewish Liberals more than he loves facts and truth. American Conservatism is essentially about ‘how to woo Jews to the GOP to win more elections with cash donations from the likes of Sheldon Adelson’. That’s about the gist of it. Since it chose political expediency over truth, American Conservatism is hardly a champion of truth. Indeed, more often than not, American Conservative argument against Liberals goes, "we are actually better Liberals than you are because you guys are the ‘real racists’ by supporting stuff like abortion that kills so many black babies.") Liberalism grows ever less truthful, factual, and reasonable by the day because its core premise of what constitutes truth revolves around the Identity of Victim-hood. The problem is one person’s victim-hood is another person’s oppressor-hood. Jewish Zionists claim they are the poor victims in the Israel/Palestinian conflict, but there are plenty of Leftists and/or People of Color advocates who might see things differently. Though homos gained political leeway by presenting themselves as members of a victim-group, it might not be long before the true representatives of the underclass and non-whites begin to notice that homo power is essentially white and connected to the 1% of the ruling class of America. Indeed, homo power gained great traction as being the one permissible form of white power in the ‘progressive’ community. As the ‘anti-gay’ or pro-true-sexual position was associated with ‘racist’ and ‘sexist’ white American Conservatives, many non-whites, feminists & women, and Jews knee-jerkedly offered their support and protection to the overwhelmingly white homo community. Even though black and other non-white groups weren’t exactly enthused about homos, they supported the pro-homo party of the Democrats out of their hatred of White Conservative GOP. So, white homos got the best of both worlds: they got protection from non-white ‘victim’ groups, the blessings of the feminists, and the protection of super-rich Jews. They could wear the badge of ‘victim-hood’ and have access to the world of privilege dominated by Jews. Imagine having both ‘white privilege’ and ‘holy victim-hood’. Homos, like Jews, got both, and as a result, became co-rulers of America alongside the Jewish oligarchs.
It was always about the power of the Jewish elites who cleverly manipulated ideas and images to dupe most Americans into sheeple-hood. In a way, the PC people are worse than the Pod People in THE INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS. Though pod people creep us out, they are correct in a way. Their social order really works. They practice what they preach to maximum harmony, equality, and peace. They act according to programming than individual thought, but there’s no fault in their logic. For a society to maximize harmony, order, and peace, the Pod Way is the right way. In contrast, PC crowd don’t even agree on the same sets of ‘facts’ and ‘truths’. Blacks are under the delusion that white cops/folks are going around murdering innocent black people. College girls are under the impression that 1 out of 4 college girls are raped on campus by blonde crypto-Nazis. ‘Millennials’ are under the impression that 25% of Americans are homosexual. Jewish Liberals are under the impression that they are ‘victims’ whose tremendous power and wealth shouldn’t be conflated with ‘white privilege’ — I agree, it should be called ‘Jewish Privilege’, which is the real privilege in America. Liberals say there are no racial differences but make their own decisions — residence, education, sex, work, etc. — based on awareness of the very racial differences that they deny. Some feminists are offended by the notion that trannies’ fake vaginas are real vaginas, and trannies, in turn, are offended by feminists who refuse to acknowledge them as real women. The whole thing is ridiculous, and there’s no consistent logic or world-view to this craziness. At least there is a core consistency to the logic of the Pod People. And the Pods practice what they preach.
Most Liberals, Jews, homos, People of Color, and feminists talk the talk but don’t walk the walk.
They just project all their hypocrisies on the bogeyman of ‘white conservative male privilege’ even though Wall Street, Las Vegas, Harvard, Hollywood, Silicon Valley, and other oligarchic industries are run by Jews and super-rich Democrats.
Also, the Pod People are incapable of lying to one another — though they do tactically lie to humans — , whereas Liberals, Jews, homos, Negroes, and etc. lie to one another all the time. Especially as the new Liberalism is associated with CEOcracy whose idea of ‘equality’ and ‘justice’ amounts to forcing every baker, pizzeria, flower shop, and photography studio to servicing ‘gay marriage’, what does it have to do with the needs of most people? A lot of these CEO’s are, of course, Jewish, and their insistence that all the straight people bend over to the homo agenda is really about their desire to see all gentiles kneel before Jewish power. Jews feel that majority straight folks’ obedience to the homo minority elites is complementary to majority gentile folks’ servility to Jewish minority elites. Jews fear that if the majority straight people wake up and rise up against homo minority elites, then it might encourage majority gentile folks to wake up and rise up against Jewish minority elites. This is why Jews got so angry about Russia’s pro-true-sexual policies. It is too straight, too goy, too Christian, too ‘white nationalist’. It doesn’t bow down to the likes of Masha Gessen the vile disgusting lesbian Jewess.
|THE THING - John Carpenter (1982)|
We know why viruses and bacteria act they way they do. They just keep spreading as much as possible because that’s all they’re programmed to do. They weren’t meant to do anything else. They don’t have a choice in the matter because they act according to genetic programming, and that’s that. In contrast, the human mind has choices. It can choose to do or not do something. Or a person who thinks in one way or is liable to do something can be made to think in another way or persuaded or pressured to do something else. So, there is no absolute certainty when it comes to creatures with consciousness and intelligence. Virus will always act like viruses, but humans will not always act in one way. So, how strange that the Thing-with-a-human-mind, like the pod people, is only capable of acting in one way EVEN THOUGH it has obtained the rational capacity to ‘think’ things over like a human. If the Thing mimics an amoeba, it can’t think because amoebas don’t have brains. But if the Thing mimics a human, it obtains the human brain or a replacement that functions like a human brain. And it indeed it can use human language and human reason. And yet, the Thing-as-amoeba and the Thing-as-human are fundamentally the same in acting ultimately to serve its program of total invasion and takeover of all life-forms. (Incidentally, what would happen if the Thing were indeed to take over all life-forms? Would all creatures, as manifestations of the Thing, stop killing one another and live together in harmony?) Are we to assume that the minds of the Thing-as-humans are not really minds? They are just facsimiles of human brains but with entirely different functionality? Perhaps, they don’t even possess consciousness but only create the impression of such to others around them. Perhaps they are like artificial-intelligence computer programs that only create the impression of real self-awareness. After all, there have been some computer programs that converse with people and ‘act’ as if they possess minds-of-their-own when, in fact, there is no mind/consciousness at all. So, could it be that the Thing and Pod People are merely programs that act in a way that appears outwardly human but possesses nothing that is genuinely human. Or, is it the case that the Pod People and the Thing-as-humans do have working brains and are self-aware/conscious like real humans, BUT they can only ‘feel’ in a certain way, and this ‘feeling’ drives all their thoughts and actions in the service of an unbending agenda. This ‘feeling’ is so powerful that no amount of persuasion and reason from real humans could change their minds. It’s possible that they may fake conversion, but deep down inside, they will hold onto the one-and-only agenda. The Thing is especially devious because its human manifestations are far more full-ranged than those of the Pod People. Pod People will hide what they are, but their emotionlessness sort of gives them away. In contrast, the Thing-as-humans can exhibit the full range of emotions of their hosts. They can seem individualistic, independent, and free, and yet, they are single-minded in their agenda of total invasion/domination. The Pod People are more like Protestants or Communists. They are communal/collective, emotionally narrow, consensus-driven, colorless, bland, group-oriented, and puritanical. In contrast, the Thing-as-humans are like Jews. They can be full of personality, idiosyncracies, eccentricities, and ego. But they are driven by the single-minded agenda of total domination and control. This is why Jews are so dangerous. When a committee of solemn, sober, and severe Protestants or communists try to impose their priggish or puritanical righteousness on us, we may or may not go along, but we know for sure that their Order will be less free, less colorful, and less lively. We know they are gaining control, and we are losing freedom. We know what’s at stake.
|THE THING - The Jonathan-Rosenbaum-like Blair|
Indeed, strong-willed independent-minded people are that way because they not only seek to resist and rebel against the official system/truth but because they want to impose their own official system/truth on everyone else. In the past when Jews didn’t rule the system or control the official truth, they often emphasized their spirit of free thought, the need for controversy, and the value of maverick style. This excited lots of white gentiles who looked up to Jews as the pied-pipers of more freedoms and liberties. But Jews didn’t simply want the freedom to be pushy and brash; they wanted to be pushy and brash to gain power for themselves and then to destroy everyone they didn’t like. Jews are like the character of Blair in THE THING, who sorts of reminds me of Jonathan Rosenbaum, the Jewish film critic who bitches on and on about those evil anti-communists but has always been soft on leftist totalitarians, especially of the Jewish ilk; he’s also been relatively soft on Israel despite his leftist bitching about gentile nationalism.
Jews seem like free-thinking independent minds, and indeed they can be at times, but when push comes to shove, all their ‘freedom’ and ‘independence’ are really about serving the Agenda of Jewish Supremacist Power which is written in the DNA of Jews going back thousands of years. Jews are the Thingowicz.
Indeed, what is truly fascinating about many highly intelligent Jews is they are capable of thinking freely about lots of stuff, but their core agenda remains narrowly about The Agenda. Consider Eric Hobsbawm who was a communist party member to the very end. He was a highly read, highly thoughtful, and free-thinking person, yet he couldn’t or wouldn’t shake off his communist conviction to the end of his life despite the fall of communism, end of the Cold War, and triumph of capitalism. But then, I wonder if he was a communist because he was communist first or because he was a Jew first. After all, his main sense of indebtedness to the Soviet Union had to do with the fact that Stalin defeated Hitler, the main enemy of the Jews. Why are so many Jews independently-minded but also tribally & ideologically rigid? Why are they so much like Blair in THE THING? It could be a matter of personality as well as ideology. Their ideological fixation is really tied to a personality of immense egomania. So, even when the ideologies among Jews differ — communism, Zionism, free market capitalism, homomania, libertarianism/objectivism, interracism, anti-white-ism, etc — , we see the same kind of rabidity and viciousness where Jewish seek not only ideological commitment but ideological ownership. A goy with a less powerful personality will commit himself or herself to an ideology. The understanding would be that he or she is subordinate to the ideology that he or she has pledged allegiance to. He or she doesn’t get to decide what that ideology or cause is about; he or she exists only to lend support. In contrast, Jews have a powerful personality that sinks its fangs into the ideology and injects its own venom to mold the ideology to their liking. Indeed, look what Neocons did to American Conservatism. They didn’t merely come over to serve it but to take it over and remold it to serve the Agenda. Marx didn’t invent socialism, but he insisted on his own radical brand of socialism. If gentiles think in terms of being ideal students, Jews think in terms of being dominant teachers. And so, Marxism became THE face of socialism. Ayn Rand didn’t just lend support to individualism and capitalism but used her powerful personality to formulate her own vision of American freedom by calling it ‘objectivism’. Though she claimed to be totally rationalist, she could not be understood apart from her powerful Jewish personality. All such people were very smart and capable of logical thought, but they tended to fixate on a single-minded truth that became their core convictions. It’s like Willy Loman in DEATH OF A SALESMAN. He ain’t a genius, but he’s smart enough to know better, but his personality becomes so immersed in his own dream of success and self-actualization that he can never let go of his delusions. The massive ego needs to feel justified, so it didn’t matter to Eric Hobsbawm and Noam Chomsky that they were so wrong about so many things. As highly intelligent men, they were certainly capable of understanding and realizing that they’d been wrong, but their strong personalities only dug in deeper and refused to admit wrong. But then, such kind of dogged personality tends to be Jewish, and it’s especially problematic with Jews since their fanaticism is served by higher intelligence. Though higher intelligence can lead to greater truth, it also fosters greater self-esteem, self-regard, arrogance, and contempt for dummies. Thus, the high-IQ Jew thinks he knows everything and takes pride in knowing better than others. So, when he is found out to be wrong, his pride simply cannot take it, just like the HAL computer in 2001 can never admit it was wrong. Also, as the smart Jew may be lacking in looks and physical prowess, his ONLY source of pride comes from intellect. So, Jews guard intellectual pride with intense fervor. Even when the Jew is found out to be wrong, he prefers to use wit and sophistry to come out on top. It’s like when Bernie Madoff the Jew was finally exposed, the Jew media went into hyper-drive to (1) fool us that Madoff’s main victims were Jewish (2) it’d be ‘antisemitic’ for us to notice that Madoff is yet another Jew caught in a financial scandal. Jews do wrong but, instead of admitting wrong and being judged, turn the tables and judge the gentiles. Is it any different with Sabrina Rubin Ederly the vile disgusting Jewess of the UVA rape hoax? Or consider Stephen Glass of the New Republic hoax scandal. The dirty Jew kept on lying to the very end until he had no more cards left to play. Even then, he made himself out to be a victim of mental issues and wrote a novel in the name of helping the public. What a freaking Jew.
When Jews stopped worshiping God, those with the biggest brains and biggest personalities began to worship themselves. It goes to show that personality can trump thought even as thought continues to operate as thought. It’s like no amount of pleading by Biff in DEATH OF A SALESMAN could ever change Willy Loman’s mind. It’s like no amount of pleading by the editor of the New Republic could persuade Stephen Glass to confess he did wrong in the film SHATTERED GLASS. It was not because Glass was incapable of understanding the truth. It was that his personality was stronger than his rationality. We see the same kind of mind-set in Sabrina Rubin Erdely whose Jewish personality forbids her from fully coming clean. She is rationally capable of knowing what she did wrong and why. But her Jewish personality trumps her rationality and integrity(if she has any). Even as she knows, it is her personality that is the real driver of her mind’s agenda. Stephen Glass finally did come clean, but it was only after tremendous pressure and force. Otherwise, he would have settled for what Erderly did: half-hearted(if that) ‘apology’ that ignores the main points of the issue while making himself to be the wronged party. It’s sickening but Jews with such personalities are all over US government, finance, media, academia, high-tech, and entertainment. When a nation is ruled by the News Jews Network of neurotic and sociopathic freaks who have the gall to parade around as our moral betters and arbiters, we are really in a lot of trouble. But because of the Holocaustianity Cult, we cannot call out their foulness even as scum like Masha Gessen, James Kirchik, Victoria Nuland, Sheldon Adelson, Haim Saban, Abe Foxman, Paul Krugman, Bill Maher, Al Franken, Barbara Boxer, Rahm Emanuel, and etc. continue to fleece this country in every way possible.
|The Thing acting very Jewishy|
|The Thing as Blood. Think of the Zelig-ish blood of the Jew.|
Human power must be concentrated and guided by the mind, and human life must be regulated by the main organs. Not all parts of the human body are equal in their functions. If a person loses a finger or even an entire hand, he can still live. But if he loses his liver or heart or lungs, he is dead. Thus, if the core-life-regulator within man dies, everything dies too.
Civilization is like that. If the core rots and falls apart, all of it soon fall apart. This is why advanced civilizations like the West are especially vulnerable. As everything is interconnected and as the center has control over and regulates everything, if the center fails or gives out the wrong kinds of signals/orders, then the entire system fails sooner or later. In a savage or barbarian order, there is the lack of an elaborate command system. So, if one savage or barbarian tribe goes kaput, yours will be just fine because your tribe functions independently of other tribes. Because of such independence, there’s bound to be lot of violence among tribes as they vie for advantages. But no tribe’s existence or well-being is crucially dependent on those of others. In contrast, everything and everyone are interdependent in a civilization — indeed, even so-called individual freedoms are possible only because of this interdependence, i.e. you can travel safely from New York to Los Angeles as a free individual because there is a wide network of highways, cities, towns, and Rule of Law from coast to coast — , and so there’s far less violence among even total strangers in a civilization. But if the central command system falls apart, everything goes down with it. If electricity and water departments fail, then people will be rendered helpless. Unless the system is restored quickly, the only way people would be able to survive is by reverting to barbarism. Throughout history, there has mainly been two modes of existence for peoples. Complex civilizational interdependence and simple savage/barbarian independence. Both had their advantages. Complex civilizational interdependence allowed for greater numbers of people over a vast area to work together and live in relative peace under Rule of Law and rule of centralized force. Because so many people came to depend on the center of power, they forfeited their own agendas and left it up to the central command to decide the values, the visions, the goals, the ambitions. The center would decide, and everyone would just follow. This worked as long as the central command was effective and had the right/good ideas, as well as confidence in itself. But if the central command failed via corruption, lack of talent, inability to defend its borders, or infection with bad ideas, then the system fell apart. And as the people had come to depend so much on the central command for everything, they would suddenly find themselves without direction, meaning, and vision. When the Rome fell, the effect was especially cataclysmic because most people had no independent sense of what being Roman meant. They’d left it up entirely to the state and the command system. So, once the command system fell, the people were clueless and had no idea how to put it together again.
|THE FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE - Civilization|
|PEOPLE THAT TIME FORGOT - Barbarian|
What is remarkable about Jews is they managed to absorb and master both modes of existence. As the founders of a great complex religion and a system of social hierarchy, they developed a powerful central command system. Look around the world today, and it’s obvious that Jews in Wall Street, Hollywood, Las Vegas, Silicon Valley, London, Washington D.C., and etc are very adept at managing and controlling vast & elaborate central command systems. Look at Israel, and there’s a complex organization in government, economics, technology, and military.
And yet, every Jew isn’t only like an interdependent cell of a larger system but an independent cell that can regulate itself apart from the larger body. If a bunch of ordinary Romans had been separated from Rome and put in some other corner of the world, they would likely have been lost and been unable to maintain the essence of Roman-ness. Their sense of Roman-ness would have depended on the central command system. They needed the elites to make all the decisions and definitions of Roman interests. They themselves would have submitted to the social order controlled from above. So, while ordinary Romans could thrive as Romans within the system, they’d be nothing outside it. If removed from the Roman system maintained by the elites, they would wither and lose their Romanness and just become something else; maybe even revert to barbarism.
In contrast, if a bunch of ordinary Jews were to be separated from the larger Jewish community, their sense of identity and destiny would be no less powerfully Jewish than that of Jews in the larger community governed by the central command system. While Judaism is hierarchical, it also says every Jew is equally precious in the eyes of God. So, no matter where a bunch of Jews are or how poor, small in number, or separated from the main population of Jews they may be, they are no less the Chosen of God than the Jews of main community are. Thus, Jewishness has a certain independence from the power of social hierarchy and social control. If a part of Roman community breaks off from and loses contact with the core Roman social-political order, it is bound to wither and fade. But if a part of Jewish community breaks off from and loses contact with the core Jewish social-political community, it will remain powerfully Jewish and may eventually give birth to a new complex and powerful Jewish social-political order. Jewishness not only emphasizes the need to cooperate and follow the orders of the central command system but also the need for every Jew to be self-sufficient in his core sense of Jewishness. As much as a Jew needs to feel as a part of the larger social order, he also feels that, no matter where he may be, he is no less the chosen of God with a special destiny than Jews in the main community. So, Jews are indeed like the Thing. They can function as both a command system and as independent systems. If your arm is cut off, it is dead as it has lost connection to the central command system of the body. But if the arm of the Thing-as-human is cut off, it can crawl away and live to continue with the Thing Agenda. This may explain why Jews are so obsessed with their ‘dick jokes’. It’s like they see their puds/schlongs as independent organisms that can crawl and hide and survive even if cut from the body.
This is why Jews are so formidable. Most goyim are dependent on the central command system. Everything about them is regulated and controlled by this system. They cannot feel or think apart from this system. Even so-called libertarians who consider themselves as ‘free thinkers’ merely spout the PC-approved stuff pushed by the powers-that-be. There may be some resistance in time of change, but eventually most within the system just go along. Look how everyone sucks up to the MLK cult and the Holocaustianity. Consider how even the GOP and Christian churches are bending over to ‘gay marriage’. In contrast, Jews think and feel as they wish to instead of totally relying on the central command system to tell them what to think or feel. Jews may hide their feelings and thoughts and pretend to agree with the central command system, especially if it’s controlled by gentiles hostile to Jews. But it’s all just a ruse. Jews really work to take over the central command system in order to control everyone with their own agenda. While both Jews and Liberal gentiles may be agreed on ‘gay marriage’, the difference is that Jews formulated and pushed it whereas gentiles bent over to it and swallowed it. Jews pushed it on the basis of "Is it good for the Jews?" If most homos were virulently anti-Jewish and pro-Nazi, would Jews have promoted the ‘gay agenda’? Suppose Christianity had been pro-homo from the beginning and suppose homos had been at the forefront of anti-Jewish campaigns for many centuries. Would Jews have promoted homosexuality? Or suppose most homos were poor, untalented, and living in trailer parks. Would Jews have formed an alliance with them in the media, entertainment, and government? When Jews push ‘gay marriage’, it is to boost their own power. When goyim accept ‘gay marriage’, it is to submit to the elite minority power of Jews and homos. It’s not about equality or protecting minority rights. It’s about the Jewish entrenchment of elite minority tyranny on everyone else. But ‘millennial’ sheep are too dumb to realize this.
When Jews had little or no power in the US, many of them pretended to go along with the goy majority. But it was just pretense. Deep inside, just like the ‘conversos’ of Spain following the Inquisition, American Jews held onto their own agendas(even as they wrote Christmas songs). They only feigned agreement while keeping true to their Jewishness. In contrast, when Christians and gentiles bend over to the Jewish-favored agenda, the surrender is total. It’s not only political capitulation but cultural, moral, and spiritual capitulation, indeed to the point that the West now gets down on its knees and worships Jews and homos as demigods. Because gentiles feel and think only in relation to the central command system, they are always at the mercy of whoever controls the center. Jews are different. Suppose Christian Rightists were to take over elite institutions & industries and push their agenda on everyone 24/7 like Jews and homos are doing today. In time, many people, under the constant barrage of such pressure, will likely go along with the Christian Right agenda. And Jews may pretend to do also, but it will only a ruse on the part of Jews. Because of the Jewish sense of special connection to the Higher Being and because of Jewish practice in maintaining cultural/spiritual independence even in goy-dominated central command systems, Jews have learned to both co-exist within the non-Jewish central command system and to maintain their separateness from it. And even as they co-exist within the goy-run central command system, they work to gradually gain control over it than serve it. It’s like what the Jew does in Veit Harlan’s JEW SUSS. Though the film has been condemned as ‘notoriously antisemitic’, it offers a pretty accurate picture of what has happened to the West since the end of WWII? Jews pretend to serve the central command system of the goyim but really seek to gain control, and then, they use media, finance, education, and even the Christian church(which is gutted of its original values and replaced with homomania) to turn all the goyim into slaves of Jews.
It’s like the Thing doesn’t just infect a person and passively becomes a part of him(like an intestinal parasite) but remolds the person’s mind that he will serve the Thing Agenda than his own human agenda. Since Jews don’t want us to notice what they’re really up to, they use proxies like dumb Evangelicals who care more about Jews and Israel than about Jesus and their own race. Or they use proxies like black males to castrate the pride of white males by sexually conquering white females. Or they use homos to push the New Normal so that the majority of straights and gentiles will become accustomed to bending over the power of elite minority tyranny.
When Jews and gentiles come together in support of a universal ideology/agenda, the Jew thinks, "how can this ideology serve my interest and my people’s interests?" whereas gentiles think, "how can I best serve this ideology?" Jews want ideology to serve them, gentiles want to serve the ideology. Also, Jew thinks, "what can I or we(Jews) mold this idea in my or our way?" whereas gentiles think, "how can I best serve the Jewish genius who knows everything?" Jews like to personalize all ideas, even universal ones. So, Marx had to create his own brand of socialism, and Ayn Rand had to erect a monument to her own brand of capitalism. But, Jewish power derives not only from individualism. Individualism of the libertarian kind only leads to atomization, trivialization, and frivolity. It is only in connection to the larger history, culture, tradition, and community that one’s identity gains richness, depth, and meaning. Sigmund Freud wasn’t religiously Jewish but profoundly Jewish in tribal identity. Ayn Rand was a proud defender of Israel. She did it on ‘objectivist’ grounds, but it was really tribal pride at work. When she denounced ‘racism’, she meant the gentile kind, not the Jewish kind. An individual doesn’t produce much in the way of culture. Few great individuals do, but most people don’t. Most people receive culture from their ancestors/parents and then pass it down to their children. Culture and identity are thus beyond the individual. They would have no meaning as mere individual choices. They have meaning because they are something to preserve and maintain through the ages from generation to generation. Libertarianism cuts the individual off from his/her ancestors and from his/her descendants. He/she feels no deep connection to culture. He/she feels no special obligation to remember and preserve the culture and identity as handed down to him/her by their parents, and he/she feels no obligation to pass culture and identity to his/her children. They are merely slaves to fashion that is always controlled by the powers-that-be with oligarchic control of education/indoctrination and entertainment. Also, libertarians feel no special connection to others of their own race, culture, and heritage. As atomized kernels of corn, they can be picked off one-by-one by the avaricious Jewish rooster. How else did Sheldon Adelson become so rich? Libertarians think they are free as individuals, but it’s only the freedom of losing one’s power and identity. There is no long-lasting power without unity, identity, and continuity. Israel would never have been possible if every Jew acted like a libertarian who only cares about his or her narrow self-interest. Ilana Mercer calls herself a libertarian, but she differs from goy libertarians because she cares more for Jewish identity and power over all other considerations. And only from such mind-set can there be power beyond the individual who, by the way, lives for only several decades. Also, individual power doesn’t last long or go very far because individual power is nothing compared to the combined power of the state, nation, community, hierarchy, and etc. Indeed, the rise of libertarianism on the American Right was a huge advantage for Jewish Power. With the spread of libertarianism, white folks began to break apart into atomized individuals whose main interest became marijuana and gambling than identity, unity, and continuity of their race. Thus, the unified Jewish Power of Liberalism was able to pick off the atomized pipsqueaks of American Conservative/Libertarianism.
Anyway, the appeal and relevance of Tarkovsky’s films will likely outlast the those of Antonioni. Even if organized religion had faded in Europe and is fading in America — where so-called organized religions should really be called ‘disorganized religions’ as most churches are more about personalities and personableness than creed and hierarchy — , people respond images and sounds of great spiritual power. A sacred/mysterious sense of nature, culture, and spirituality offers greater sustenance than an alienated sense of meaninglessness does; also, if modern alienation was fascinating as something novel and disorienting in the past, it has become mundane and invisible in a world where children are born into modernity-as-banality. For those who grew up in a world still defined by vestiges of traditionalism, the rise/spread of modernity in the 20th century was jarring and intellectually challenging, but for those who were born and raised in the new order, the overwhelming sense of modernity has been one of normality than alienation. If Franz Kafka were a ‘millennial’, he’d likely be some fun-loving Jewish kid playing around on Twitter.
Initially, modernism was restricted to arts like painting and sculpture. But when it began to affect architecture, even the masses with no interest in modern art(in galleries and museums) were turned onto modern sensibility. As for technology, its role as a force of modernism was ambiguous. An idea like form-follows-function was both ultra-modern and anti-modern. Ultra-modern because it dispensed with traditional ornamentation, but anti-modern since it undermined individuality and personal vision. If indeed form must follow function — which is what technology favors — , then design is a more a matter of utilitarian engineering than creative eccentricity; it’s no wonder that modern architecture soon turned into same new same new.
Antonioni’s best films are not dated like others from the same period. If a film is all about innovative technique, its speciality fades once the shock-of-the-new wears off and its new bag of tricks are absorbed into the art-form(to much better effect in the hands of other artists). If a film is all about topicality and polemics, its relevance passes with the times, like yesterday’s newspaper. If a film is all about being in groove with the Zeitgeist, it will likely look derivative, foolish, and insipid once the fashion changes. Claude Lelouche’s A MAN AND A WOMAN isn’t without some good qualities but came to look foolish pretty fast. Films of the Zeitgeist tend to be superficial and fleeting. Robert Altman’s M*A*S*H, though not without certain real strengths, looks mostly stupid and foolish now.
In contrast, Antonioni’s world-view was genuinely personal, thoughtful, and heartfelt. And yet, his concerns were the psychological complexes of a specific and transitional period in Western history. Like the theories of Freud, even the deeper dimensions of Antonioni’s anxieties and thoughts may have no bearing on the lives of most people today. We would like to think that if the ‘superficial’ differences among people of various times and/or places could be wiped clean, there would be a shared understanding based on common set of deeper emotions and psyches. It’s like, if each of us were to extend a line into the ground from one’s standpoint, it will intersect with all the lines of everyone else on the planet. On the surface of the earth, we are scattered all over the world, but every line from every person will extend to a single point in the core of the earth. The worlds of CRIME AND PUNISHMENT and KING LEAR are very different from ours, but the works are not dated because we can still identify with their core emotions and psyches. Even if our values, creeds, and methods are different from theirs, it doesn’t take much empathy for us to relate to their lusts, rages, vanities, loves, ambitions, and etc. Even though the modern world directs and shapes people’s emotions differently than in the past, the core emotions are the same. Even if the traditional clay and modern clay are molded differently, we know they are both of the same clay; therefore, any clump of clay, even if shaped ‘this’ way, can understand another clump of clay, even if shaped ‘that’ way. On some level, clayishness understands clayishness even if not all clumps of clay are molded in the same way.
We no longer believe in monarchy, but we understand the psychology of the anxiety of power in MACBETH and HAMLET. Young people are no longer constrained like the lovers in ROMEO AND JULIET, but they can still relate to the mad power of love, which is why TWILIGHT was such a hit.
Ironically, in some ways, we are more universal in our inner isolation/separateness than in our shared social commonalities. On the one hand, the more deeply a person enters into one’s own psyche, the more he or she withdraws from everyone else. On the other hand, in connecting with the root/core emotions, drives, and complexes within oneself, one gets a better sense of the inner lives of others since the primal/elemental nature of everyone is more or less the same.
Thus, we can speak of two forms of universalism.
Idealistic/rational universalism seeks to make everyone think alike and agreed on the same principles. Instinctive/irrational universalism seeks to discover the ‘dark’ roots within the human souls that are essentially the same within every person around the world. Karl Marx tried to make everyone think alike and act in accordance to the same principles. Sigmund Freud explored the ‘dark’ root forces — especially sexual in nature — that were universally present in within the beings of everyone.
This is why a film like ERASERHEAD is so unnerving. It’s both highly private/particular, a glimpse of the hidden dimensions of a unique character’s sub/consciousness, AND brazenly general/universal, an exposé of the bio-sexual processes coursing through the body/mind of every male. It is like Beavis saying, ‘Boing!’, a universal declaration of what every male privately feels within. The more private, the more ‘primate’; and the more primitive, the more animal and basic; and the more basic, more universal as the core nature of what it means to be human or ‘humanimal’. And there’s something about the huge success of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY among womenfolks. Even if not every woman wants a fist up her arse, almost all women are turned on by social and sexual power of dominant men.
If people were to ‘share’ their irrational natures more universally than their rational ideals, then their animal drives will prevent the universalism of shared ideals. It’s like the members of any given species of animals share the same nature, but, more often than not, it is this uniform nature among them that keeps them apart and growling at one another. So, even as the rational ideals call for unity and togetherness, the ‘irrational’ nature(more or less same in all humans) keep people apart. But then, it could also be the other way around. A society can use rational arguments to keep individuals and/or groups apart, and it could be the call of nature that brings people together.
Libertarianism is a strange ideology in that it both champions ultra-togetherness and ultra-separateness. It says every individual should be totally free to choose whom to associate with and whom to disassociate from. Paradoxically, to guard the individual from a particular collective community, libertarianism urges the individual to embrace all of human community on the universal level. Individuality means maintaining one’s autonomy and separateness. It urges us not to join, at least fully, in any particular group since group identity may trump integrity of individuality. But individuality also means choice, implying that one can pick and choose identity or identities as one wishes. But does a Zelig-like existence without a fixed identity really strengthen one’s sense of individuality? If one can be whatever, what then is one’s identity? Doesn’t one end up like the ever-morphing creature in John Carpenter’s THE THING? One of Peter Sellers’ problem was, at some point, he didn’t know what he was. His personas became him, but personas change all the time. Maybe, he preferred personas because he didn’t like the real him, if indeed he did know the real him.
At any rate, it’s not only libertarianism that offers rational arguments for separateness. A racial group can argue for separateness from other groups on the rational basis that other races pose a threat and danger. White folks could use a totally rational argument premised on such grounds against Jews and Negroes. If you allow Jews into your community, they use their higher IQ, pushier personality, and tribal viciousness to take over and dominate(and even exterminate)your kind. Just look what happened to the Palestinians. And if you allow Negroes into your community, they will use their stronger muscles and more aggressive instincts to commit crime and acts of violence. Also, as blacks are more aggressive and less intelligent, their genes mixing with your race will make your race more savage, degenerate, and pathological. Those are solid rational arguments, but of course, Jews who control the academia and media forbid such discussions. Also, Jews even promote the dark forces of ‘irrationalism’ to weaken any rational race-ist argument against integration. Jews know that males naturally worship stronger males — look at white boys shrieking with delight in their worship of black athletes and rappers — and females naturally feel the hots for stronger/tougher males. So, if a society encourages wild ‘irrational’ sexual passions to run riot, then white girls will surrender to Negro males and wussified white boys will cheer from the sidelines the spectacle of Negro males taking white women. Indeed, white folks in both US and EU are moving in their direction. Jews control white folks through both rational argument and irrational passions. Political Correctness forces all white folks to believe that all races are the same, and that any discussion of racial differences is taboo and ‘unacceptable’, especially if it focuses on superior traits among whites. Dissent is not allowed. But at the same time, through sports culture and pop culture where the boundary between mainstream and pornography is dissolving, the Jews are spreading and encouraging the message that whites need to surrender to their primal ‘irrational’ passions whereby white girls go with Negroes and white boys cheer on the superior alpha male Negro as the ‘rightful winner’ in the racial competition. And white boys and girls are falling for this in both EU and US. In the politics of the brain and the passion of the groin, white gentiles are totally owned by the Jews. And yet, the main priority of American Conservatism is "We must bomb Iran for the sake of Israel." Behind closed doors, Jews must be cracking up at the totally sorry-ass state of white gentiles.
Given that our root emotions and deeper psyches have much in common across time and space, why do the films of Antonioni mean so very little to so many cinephiles today? Why is it that it’s easier for young people today to identify with the emotions and psychologies of late 16th century peasants in SEVEN SAMURAI, medieval Russians of ANDREI TARKOVSKY, French woman in THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC, and the donkey in AU HASARD BALTHASAR than with the sensibility and characters of Antonioni? It’s because certain emotions and psyches are more elemental, accessible, and moving than others. Even though the world of SEVEN SAMURAI is far removed from ours, we can understand the fear, the rage, the bravery, the heroism, the sacrifice. And even though we have little in common with medieval Russia, we are stirred by vision of the sacred. Though TREE OF LIFE is a terrible film, we can understand the appeal of reverence for the cosmos(and egomania about oneself). And we can access the pain, agony, and tragedy of the French nationalist-Christian heroine in the Carl Dreyer film. And we can feel sympathy for the stubborn saint-donkey. But what are we to make of the opaque, uncertain, confused, and self-negating doldrums of Antonioni — what Andrew Sarris referred to as ‘Antoniennui’. In the 50s and 60s, such a sensibility correlated with existentialism and even gained a measure of fashionable hipness, not least because Antonioni used attractive and sexy actresses. The mere fact of uncertainty in the aftermath of World War II, a sense of disconnect from defunct tradition, the emptiness that accompanied the new prosperity(especially modeled after American materialism), and expansion of freedoms and choices but with loss of direction all converged to make for a world rife with contradictions: the excitement of boredom, the certainty of uncertainty, the vigor of paralysis, the meaning of meaninglessness. Fellini fed on this mood also in 8 ½ , a film made by someone who has no film to make, an act of inspiration in one who can no longer find inspiration, an attempt at love by someone who doesn’t know how to love, a statement of someone who has nothing to say. Fellini got away with it once, with 8 ½. For that brief moment, uncertainty seemed fresh and glamorous. And indeed, much of the appeal of Antoninoni’s films had to do with the fact that they presented beautiful people with problems of privilege. Whether Antonioni intended to or not, he made ennui fashionable and sexy. How could it not be with the likes of Monica Vitti, Jeanne Moreau, Marcello Mastroianni, Alain Delon, Richard Harris, Vanessa Redgrave, and David Hemmings in Swinging London in BLOWUP? But uncertainty that declares itself morally, spiritually, and culturally bankrupt really has nowhere to go. It’s like popping diet pills than eating real food. At the end of LA DOLCE VITA, the Mastroianni character raises his hands in resignation and walks away with a loose woman. Perhaps there is a kind of hope in that final image as the pretty young girl(who had beckoned Marcello from across of inlet) slowly turns and stares for an instance at the camera, at us. It’s an angelic image of ‘purity’ that later appears in 8 ½ in the Madonna-like apparition of Claudia Cardinale. Fellini didn’t believe in the miracles of the Catholic Church, but he wanted to believe in the ‘miraculousness’ of his own visions of beauty and purity. But then, as the intellectual script collaborator asks in 8 ½, what does the image mean? What does it symbolize? How is it relevant to the story? Such an image may have meaning in mythology or religion, but in the mind of a non-believing and cynical modern man, isn’t it just a fleeting figment of imagination. Still, Fellini held onto such visions of hope and purity, which may not be of this world but can nevertheless can be captured in portents, glimpses, reveries, dreams, inspirations.
Even that minimum faith in hope or vision is absent in the films of Antonioni. There is just barrenness, emptiness, disorientation, and confusion. No matter how carefully his films have been studied and analyzed in terms of their formalism, architecture, and conception, they all boil down to the fact that modern life is meaningless. In MULHOLLAND DR., the gangster keeps insisting, "this is the girl". For those watching the film for the first time, it may be confusing and befuddling, but it also fascinates because of the tension and suspense that direct the attentions and emotions — those of characters’ and ours — toward something strange, mysterious, dark, and hidden. We want to know more and become immersed in the material. But we know in Antonioni’s films that his characters can’t really feel anymore, believe anymore, live anymore(other than as soulless modern zombies), and think anymore. They are just marking time. There’s opaqueness worth considering in light of modernity’s uncertainty principle, but it cannot be penetrated or isn’t worth penetrating because there’s nothing in its core or on the other side. Ultimately, it’s about vacuity(that leads us to a wall) than mystery(that leads us into a maze). Even genuine despair and tragedy are impossible in the films of Antonioni because no emotion or conviction develops or is carried from scene to scene. Also, the neuroses, as they exist, tend to lack depth as Antonioni used most of his characters — at least after L’AVVENTURA — as catwalk models dressed in his shifting mental garbs. They exhibit qualities that, instead of emanating from their own pores, feel imposed by Antonioni. There is some of this is MULHOLLAND DR. as well because, after all, it turns out that all the characters in the first four-fifths of the film are really sock-puppets or myths within Diane Selywn’s(Naomi Watts) mind, but the strange tension between their apparent independence/individuality and their artificiality/imagined-ness intrigues us.
But because Antonioni presents his characters as individuals in a seemingly real world, their overt straight-jacketed confinement in Antonioni’s austere(or even severe) moods and sensibility sometimes frustrates us into perplexity and impatience. We wonder when the characters will finally come alive and do things instead of waiting to be moved around like chess pieces by Antonioni? At times, the characters stand still or move very little, as if they’re modern sculptures than flesh-and-bone humans, and one can argue that was precisely Antonioni’s point. But how many times was it worth it to make that very point? After all, films are narratives and tell stories. It shouldn’t function merely like a painting or sculpture. It’s an art where we expect something to happen. A film like THE GRADUATE makes the same point but as a backdrop and/or as increments to the story that carries us along without ever flagging. While serious cinephiles may feel obligated to rank Antonioni’s films higher as ‘art’ while dismissing Nichols’ film as a slick piece of entertainment with the mere trappings of the ‘art film’, in the end I wonder if Nichols’ film might come to be appreciated more highly in the long run, just like MIDNIGHT COWBOY now seems the greater film than many of the European ‘art films’ that inspired its styles and touches. Films need strong characters and stories(and real technical mastery), and THE GRADUATE and MIDNIGHT COWBOY have those in spades.
Kubrick sometimes used his actors in the manner of Antonioni — like chess pieces — , but there was a vigorous logic to all his ‘moves’ whereas Antonioni’s ‘moves’ seem oblivious to any logic of the ‘game’. It’s like moving chess pieces not to play the game but merely to form certain patterns on the board. If every new configuration on Kubrick’s game-board is a logical phase interconnected to all the earlier and later moves, every new configuration on Antonioni’s board has little bearing on what went before or will come afterwards.
Maybe Antonioni’s main reason for his depressive state was nothing more than an envy of youth. He was born in 1912, so by the time he gained the freedom to live the life of a reasonably successful modern artist was in the 1950s, he was already in his 40s, and when he made his landmark film L’AVVENTURA, he was approaching 50. In one scene, the male character, who is middle aged but still handsome and attractive, intentionally knocks ink on an architectural sketch of a younger man getting started out in life. The man is still something of handsome devil who get the ladies, but he is past his prime, and he doesn’t have much time left. It’s like the angst of Marlon Brando character in LAST TANGO IN PARIS. (Or consider Mrs. Robinson in THE GRADUATE who clings to Benjamin Braddock as hers and will not share him with her daughter Elaine. On the other hand, she seems protective of Elaine. She ‘corrupts’ Ben by taking sexual possession of him and then says he’s not good enough for her daughter. But, he would have been good enough if he hadn’t jumped in the sack with her. Strange how that works.) Film culture was coming alive in the late 50s and 60s. It was growing away from ‘grubby’ humanism and becoming glamorous and sexy. If Antonioni had been 20 or 30 at this time, he might have had a more optimistic disposition. But he was middle aged and past his prime as a virile man. He was nothing like the Alain Delon character in L’ECLISSE. He was more like the over-the-hill man in the film’s beginning who seems impotent or something than ‘boing’-ish in the Beavis-manner. Antonioni got his share of women but only because he’d become a world-renowned film-maker. By the time he became truly a celebrated figure, his youth and vigor had left passed him by. And it could have been this middle-age crisis, as much as the neurosis of modernity, that led him to make films sagging with resignation.
Kubrick films’ effect on certain cinephiles has been somewhat analogous to the effect of the Monolith in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY on the ape-men. The cinephiles feel ‘touched’, ‘infected’, and ‘imprinted’, altered in some deep hidden corner of their psyche. They don’t know how they’ve been altered, but it’s as if their consciousness has somehow been made more acutely aware of things not only in Kubrick’s films but in all of cinema and in the real world itself. Delusional as such conceits may be, the documentary ROOM 237 is proof that such nuts do exist. We can’t fully understand or explain the exact essence of the Kubrick mystique. It’s clearly not just about the stories or dialogues. If another director had made THE SHINING or EYES WIDE SHUT with all the plot details and dialogue intact, it would still have been worlds apart from Kubrick’s version. We know Spielberg’s NAPOLEON won’t be anything like Kubrick’s version no matter how much Spielberg tries to be faithful to Kubrick’s vision that was never realized. It simply wouldn’t have that element, the Kubrick touch, that sparks or triggers something mysterious within us somehow ‘changes everything’. And we don’t know when it will strike, just like the Moon-Watcher Ape in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY begins to notice something different about bones sometimes after the Monolith has disappeared. Tarkovsky offers much food for thought, but in the end, we are to accept what is offered in gratitude, fold our hands in prayer, and just believe. Kubrick is more like a bartender, like Lloyd in THE SHINING whose every serving of drinks keep opening up new levels of consciousness, imagined or otherwise. (One point of similarity between ANDREI RUBLEV and 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY is in how profound changes are sometimes barely discernible. There are two ways of changing the world. By physical transformation[such as following an earthquake or hurricane] or psychologically alteration in the way of ‘seeing’. Even if the world remains exactly the same, if our way of ‘seeing’ changes, then the world is changed by our different perception of it. It happens to all of us on some level. We can watch a film as a child and get nothing out of it but boredom. But as we grow into more perceptive film-viewers, the exact same film can seem entirely different. Same film but with different way of ‘seeing’. Even an intelligent film critic such as Stanley Kauffmann admitted that he simply couldn’t recognize his former self that wrote a dismissive review of Luchino Visconti’s THE LEOPARD. Seeing it later, it was such an obvious masterpiece that he wondered how he could have been so blind to its virtues. For those with a very simple way of seeing, the world seems much the same even when it has been drastically changed physically. To a Negro, reality is just about hollering, running around, acting apelike, and being childish. It’s like a chimpanzee can’t tell the difference between an art museum, Walmart, an ape-house at a zoo, or a jungle. They are only seen as playpens for the chimps to run around in looking for bananas and to let the good times roll. But if one gains a new way of ‘seeing’, even the exact same place can yield whole new meanings, possibilities, and revelations. Indeed, this was the great revolution in the mind of Western Man. He gained a new way of ‘seeing’. So, what seemed like the same old same old to other peoples seemed ever new, revelatory, and fresh to the Western mind in fields such as philosophy, science, math, medicine, psychology, and etc. Once man gains a new way of ‘seeing’, he gains the potential of seeing what is not there but could be there. It’s like there is no ready-made tool for the Moon Watcher Ape in 2001. But when he gains a new way of ‘seeing’, he ‘sees’ the form of a tool in the bone. This is the difference between the white man, yellow man, and the Negro man. The Negro man sees everything as ‘cargo’ for him to loot, pillage, and vandalize. He sees everything as a hippo-for-lunch to chuck a spear at. He can’t see beyond things-as-they-are and have no curiosity of how the thing-came-to-be-in-the-first-place. The yellow man is able to see more. He can see the value of things of other more advanced civilizations, such as that of the West. So, if yellow man sees something useful, he learns to imitate it and make his own copies of it, even improved copies. But he’s not adept at seeing what is not there or seeing far beyond what is there. In contrast, the Western man, especially in Northern Italy, Germany, Britain, Jew-world, and France — and few other places — gained the power to ‘see’ what doesn’t yet exist. Thus, the white man, with his greater power of ‘seeing’, could create civilization out of ‘nothing’. In contrast, the Negro man has no such mind-power. He only reacts to the physical world that already exists and that he regards with only the most rudimentary interests, especially as his sexual hormones focus most of his attention on booties, loot, hippo-for-lunch, and other stuff that gets his jive-ass instincts all excited. Anyway, the profound change in the way of ‘seeing’ is the subtlest of processes. In many Hollywood Biblical epics, the profound change is presented as loud, blaring, grandiose, and dramatic. It’s like God appears as a pillar of fire in TEN COMMANDMENTS and makes a big fuss while making the Law Tablets. In contrast, it’s not clear what exactly the Monolith does in 2001 when it appears among the apes. It just stands immobile while apes scamper all around it and holler like Negroes. Eventually, the apes calm down and act less Negro-like and more white-like. But then, the Monolith is gone, and that seems to be that. But then, one of the apes feels a ‘trace’ of the Monolith in him like a flashback or something. It’s a mere trace of ‘thought’, but it has a profound impact on how he sees the world. Though it’s the same world with the same rocks, animals, and stuff, the ape now sees a very different world because he has a new way of ‘seeing’. He’d seen everything in terms of ‘is’, but with the new power of ‘seeing’, he senses the proto-vision of ‘could be’. So, a bone isn’t just a bone but ‘could be’ something in one’s hand, a weapon, a tool. It is a most profound revolution and yet it’s hardly discernible. It’s a silent revolution within the mind of the ape, but it really changes everything. Before the world could be changed, the way of ‘seeing’ the world had to be changed. This has been the basic difference between the white man and the Negro. Negro only sees the world in terms of ‘is’. So, if white world is wealthy, the Negro thinks, "It ‘is’ or ‘be’ rich, and I want me some of that." It never occurs to the Negro that white riches exist because whites had the power to envision the creation of what doesn’t exist in the world. Unlike the Negro who only sees what ‘is’, the white man could ‘see’ what ‘could be’. So, the white man went about transforming ‘nothing’ into something. In contrast, when the Negro done see ‘nothing’, he just assumed it be ‘nothing’ and that’s that. And if the Negro sees something made by others, he thinks it’s just there for his taking — like apes running off with bananas. It never occurs to apes to plant banana trees. It never occurs to Negroes to build civilization and industry. They cannot ‘see’ beyond what ‘is’. If something ‘is’, then it is there for the taking. Once Negroes take it and it be gone, Negroes done look for other things to take. Because modern leftist ideology is so focused on materiality, it misses out on psyche-ology, to be distinguished from psychology as the understanding of hidden corridors of the mind. Leftist ideology wouldn’t understand the true significance of the revolution in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY when the ape-men begin to ‘see’ the bone as a tool. Leftist ideology would only focus on the ape and the bone. But why did the ape begin to use the tool? It wasn’t because both the ape and bone materially exist. After all, if that’s all that counts, why didn’t the apes use the bones before the Moon Watcher ape began to ‘see’ other uses for it? It’s because materiality isn’t enough. A revolution happened within the psyche of the ape that made him ‘see’ things with new eyes. Leftist ideology assumes that all people and all races have the same abilities and power to understand and create stuff. But there are indeed differences in the way of ‘seeing’ among individuals and among the races. The white psyche is different from black psyche. Thus, white wealth cannot simply be understood in terms of white oppression of blacks, especially as black African backwardness goes way back before whites even set foot on the Dark Continent. In 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, the tribe of apes with the new way of ‘seeing’ uses bones-as-weapons to defeat another tribe of apes. A leftist would see it as oppression by one tribe of another. But why does the one tribe use tools while other tribe doesn’t? It’s because one tribe has a way of ‘seeing’ that the other tribe doesn’t. The losing tribe could pick up the same bones and use them as weapons, but they lack such power of ‘seeing’, and so, they don’t. Whites didn’t become richer than blacks because they oppressed blacks. They came to oppress blacks because they grew richer due to their more advanced ways of ‘seeing’. When the white world met the black world, the white world was already way more advanced than the black world because whites had attained the power of ‘seeing’. And even though whites did oppress blacks, white civilizational pressures on blacks also raised black consciousness somewhat, that is before blacks began to revert to their jungle nature with the rise of youth culture, domination in sports, and the Civil Rights Movement. Anyway, the profoundest revolution in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY is also the most silent. It is a psyche-revolution or ‘psychevolution’. Indeed, the ape isn’t even aware that something fundamentally has been altered in him. He just felt a slight spark that subtly shifted his way of ‘seeing’. But this alteration has the profoundest implications. When Bowman later goes through Stargate, the difference is he sees and experiences the very process of how his consciousness is being altered and transformed. The ape didn’t know what happened in his mind; Bowman is shown what is happening in his mind as he is being changed into a higher being, the Star Child. This is where Bowman is different from, say, Jack Torrance or the Moon Watcher Ape. Bowman is aware of the processes that remade him into something different and higher. In contrast, Jack Torrance, though profoundly altered by the ghosts of the Overlook, has no idea that he is being manipulated by other forces. He thinks he’s the same person. And the ape has no idea what happened inside his mind. He just knows he can use a bone in new ways. The revolution was deep and silent, too profound for the ape to understand. So, the ape, once he gains the power, just exults like a crazy beast; he’s not very reflective of his new power. Anyway, the crucial change took place after the ape commotion around the Monolith following its appearance in the morning when the apes awoke. The Monolith slipped something into the psyches of the apes as they jumped around it and touched it. But it is later that, in a quiet moment, what had been slipped into their psyches slips out and offers new suggestions to their eyes. This trace slippage makes the Moon Watcher ape to ‘see’ things anew. So, the real moment of revolution isn’t during the wild commotion around the Monolith but when the Moon Watcher is quietly fiddling around with some bones. Likewise, the real moment of revelation in ANDREI RUBLEV isn’t during the commotion of making the bell. There’s lots of ruckus and noise in the making. The real revelation comes when the bell finally reverberates with the first ring. It’s not a particular loud ring. It’s almost like a silent ring, but it rings deep and stirs something in our soul/psyche. The difference between the silent change in 2001 and ‘silent’ change in ANDREI RUBLEV is that Kubrick’s film is about the mind whereas Tarkovsky’s film is about the soul. The ape discovers a new way of using his mind; and who knows what the reconfigured David Bowman will be capable of doing with his boosted intelligence? In contrast, the ringing of the bell in ANDREI RUBLEV is a more a moment of revelation than revolution. Though it took technological knowhow to cast the bell, the final purpose is to produce a sound that affirms the soul. It need offer nothing more. It’s not about changing the world — though the world can be changed for the better with higher spiritual consciousness — but healing the heart. To the extent that Kubrick had worked on A.I. for some time before passing it on to Spielberg, it could be what interested him most was its theme of silent change. After all, David’s greatest moment of change is during the silence after Monica reads off a few words and forever imprints David’s affection onto her. The world itself remains exactly the same, but David now ‘sees’ everything differently because of his ‘spiritual’ connection to Monica. Before the imprinting, everything in the world was equally interesting to him in a neutral way. He felt the same way about every person and everything. He had no particular bias or attachment to anything. Likewise, prior to the thief’s ‘imprinting’ onto the Takeda Clan in KAGEMUSHA, he felt no particular like or dislike for anything. Perhaps, the secret to the White Right is in the art/science of imprinting. After all, I can’t explain my feelings about Western Civilization by reason, ideology, or facts alone. At some point, my feelings became imprinted onto its greatness, sacredness, beauty, and etc. to the point where I came to powerfully feel ANYTHING is justified in defending and preserving it. I know all about the ‘historical sins’ of the white race, but I just don’t care. When it comes to preservation of the West, ANYTHING is justified in my book. For those without the imprinting, they will never understand, just like the thief in KAGEMUSHA didn’t understand until, by some strange process, he became ‘imprinted’ with the sacredness of the Clan. So, the White Right must figure out ways to imprint white souls with the vision of Western Civilization, white race, white culture, and white uniqueness. Without such imprinting, the bond will not be strong. Jews are powerfully imprinted with their vision of Jewishness. Jews use the power of Pop Culture and Political Correctness to prevent the imprinting of white consciousness onto the glory of the white race. PC and Pop Culture, such as the image of the mountain-sized Negro who wuvs a wittle white mouse in GREEN MILE, are used to imprint white souls with holy vision of Negro-ness, homo-ness, and Jew-ness. And Jews begin early since children are most impressionable and ‘imprintable’. So, it isn’t enough to rely on reason and ideology if white nationalists want to save their own race. White Right must spread the kinds of images and sounds that ‘imprint’ white souls onto visions of white greatness, sacredness, beauty, and uniqueness. As there is imprinting, there is also ‘expurging’. If the process of imprinting makes one feel spiritually and sensually bound with something, the process of ‘expurging’ has the opposite effect. It makes one feel repulsed and disgusted to be associated with something. An obvious example is Joseph Goebbels’ use of anti-Jewish propaganda by associating Jewishness with ugliness, sewer rats, parasitism, deception, and exploitation of the noble ‘Aryan’ race. And Jews use ‘expurging’ by disseminating sights and sounds that associate whiteness with KKK, Holocaust, cruelty of slavery, ‘white privilege’, ‘angry white males’, and etc. Since white kids are raised with horrific images that associate white power with the ‘evils of racism’ and with holy images that associate Negroes with MLK-as-godly-icon, it’s no wonder that so many whites are brainwashed PC fools who feel ill-at-ease about their own race but grovel at the feet of Negroes, Jews, and homos. Look at all those Swedes who welcome racial suicide. The most obvious examples of imprinting and ‘expurging’ in recent times concern the freaking homos. As homos have been presented as nothing less than angels while the crazy Westboro church has been featured as the official face of ‘anti-gay’ crowd, stupid Americans emotionally came to associate homos with holiness and opponents of ‘gay agenda’ as crazy lunatics like the Westboro church clan. Jews are very clever in the way they manipulate us emotionally and ‘spiritually’. Anyway, once David makes a soul-connection with Monica, everything in the world is seen either as an obstacle or pathway to Monica. Nothing is neutral anymore. This is certainly true of how Jews see the world. Because Jews are so Judeo-centric, everything and everyone in the world are seen in terms of "Is it good for the Jews?" Though Jews urge non-Jews to see the world in more neutral and less tribal terms, the Jewish way of seeing the world is centered on their vision of tribal domination and supremacy. In 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, the ape ‘sees’ something more in the bone than just a bone once his mind has been altered. Once David’s mind has been altered by imprinting, he sees something in Monica that is more than just a woman named Monica. She is the one and only ‘mommy’. In David’s case, it is a birth of love but also a birth of enslavement because he can’t let go of this attachment. A silent enslavement. The paradoxical nature of motifs is they tend to be small but crystallize/encapsulate tremendous amounts of meaning. It’s like the key that opens the door to everything. This is so with Rosebud in CITIZEN KANE. The Monolith is like the Rosebud of 2001. In ANDREI RUBLEV, the motif isn’t so much the bell as the first ring resonating from it. For a brief moment, its ripples encircle and enclose everything in the film. Of course, the significance of any motif isn’t in the object itself as how it is presented and related to shifting situations and contexts; consider the changes of meaning to the jewelry in EARRINGS OF MADAME DE. If we didn’t know that Kane muttered ‘rosebud’ before he died, the sled wouldn’t have been a motif. It would have been just an object. It would mean no more to us than to the workmen who toss it into the fireplace. What the men do seem ‘cruel’ and thoughtless only because we know of its significance. Likewise in 2001, the motif isn’t so much the Monolith itself as a few key images of it when key changes take place. Consider the trace memory of the Monolith in the Moon Watcher’s mind just before he picks up the bone. Likewise, Zuzu’s petals and the necklace in IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE and VERTIGO carry significance because of the way they are introduced and then reiterated at key points. In most stories, the use of motifs is little more than a trick, a device to weave the plot together. Indeed, this has been said of Rosebud in CITIZEN KANE, i.e. it’s a gimmick to tie the narrative together with an element of mystery; I personally disagree as I find it quite poetic and moving. The use of motifs in 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY and ANDREI RUBLEV clearly go beyond trickery or gimmickry. They aren’t merely devices but poetic hints/whispers that crystallize everything into view. It’s like that special note[s] in a piece of music that brings the tune into special focus. They become meta-motifs.) Ingmar Bergman once said Tarkovsky is the greatest, and it may have had to do with his own shortcomings. Bergman sought to be an introspective artist, more along the line of Dreyer, Bresson, and Antonioni. He was well-aware of the greatness of Dreyer. As Bresson and Antonioni were his contemporaries and came to worldwide prominence somewhat later, it would be misleading to suppose Bergman was directly influenced by them. But the shift in his style and approach in the early 60s do signify a certain self-conscious attempt to become a full-fledged modern artist. Most of Bergman’s films of the 1950s were essentially traditional or conventional. They were artistic and masterly, clearly the work of a genuine personal film-maker. Bergman used cinema remarkably and intelligently to convey, much better than almost anyone working at the time, the range of narratives, emotions, and dramas that appealed to mature and thoughtful film-viewers. Some, like A CLOWN’S EVENING(aka SAWDUST AND TINSEL), THE FACE(aka THE MAGICIAN), SEVENTH SEAL, and SUMMER WITH MONIKA, were truly superb. But even though Bergman was doing it better than others, he wasn’t necessarily doing what hadn’t been in film, drama, novel, painting, and photography. He was not a groundbreaking artist.
So, it was a change in tone when Bergman directed THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY, WINTER LIGHT, and THE SILENCE. Of the three, the first continued partly in the vein of the earlier films with its share of high drama and talkativeness. But the other ventured beyond the established modes and probed deeper into the soul or psyche; the problem was Bergman couldn’t dig very deep. If you dropped stuff into Bergman’s holes, you could hear them hit bottom soon enough. The problem wasn’t lack of Bergman’s lack of intelligence or talent. He simply didn’t have the ‘faith’ that Dreyer and Mizoguchi had to dig very deep. Some people may probe the soul and commune with the universe, whereas others may just feel fidgety, bored, and frustrated in face of the dark mystery. The vision, illumination, transcendence, or the deeper truth never comes to some people no matter how hard they try, how intelligent they are, and/or how talented they are. Bergman was, by nature, an artist of drama than dreams. To go where the dreams are, one needs the glow. Bergman had the fire. Glow illuminates something within, the fire sets things alight. And Bergman, along with pyromaniacs like Kurosawa and Fellini, was better off playing with matches. THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY, WINTER LIGHT(aka COMMUNICANTS), and THE SILENCE are remarkable films and well worth watching, but they obviously fall way short of Bergman’s deeper intentions. He doesn’t quite attain the meaning and depth he was striving for. The one time he did break through was in PERSONA — with the help of illness in a hospital that inspired hallucinations — , but even that film is largely about dramatics between two women. Even though Liv Ullmann hardly says a words, the other woman Bibi Andersson talks enough for both of them; also, the use of closeups is very eloquent. In films like HOUR OF THE WOLF, THE PASSION(OF ANNA), CRIES AND WHISPERS, and FACE TO FACE, Bergman worked in a more meditative mode, but the results were uneven and spotty, often confused and strained — one cannot attain grace or depth by strain. No matter how hard he tried, he was like Jake LaMotta hitting the prison wall with his fists in RAGING BULL. Bergman was coming up empty because he didn’t have the ‘faith’. And he wasn’t coming up with much in the way of intellectual ideas because he was essentially a dramatist, not a thinker. In some of his films, it’s as if his characters want to isolate themselves from the distractions of the world in order to come in closer contact with their own souls, psyches, or inner-truths, but all they find is frustration, confusion, boredom, desperation, and etc. The minister in WINTER LIGHT can’t connect with God even though he is a man of God. Bergman’s later characters cannot with themselves even though their god is modern psychology. Bergman was adept at psychology but through drama than through introspection. He needed egotistical collisions for emotional debris to be inspected for psychological content. Otherwise, his films could be wearying. Some critics stand by THE PASSION, but I just barely managed to slog through it. In contrast, Tarkovsky at his best(and even at his worst) could dispense with all the drama, talk, & usual rigamarole and enter into strange soulful zones of awareness. And even though Tarkovsky was steeped in the traditional arts and drew heavily from them, some of his achievements had no correlation in other art forms and film grammars.
I wonder if, in the long run, Bergman’s most notable legacy will have been in the area of the autobiographical and/or genealogical drama. Generally, cinema, even ‘art film’, has served as a means of escape from familial ties and obligations. Even (semi)autobiographical films tend to deal with narratives, issues, and conflicts outside the family. This is understandable since the family is thought to be confining and burdened with responsibilities. Yasujiro Ozu mostly made family dramas, but their idealized characters and situations offered poetic escapism from family realism. They were soap-opera-as-art than social-truth-as-art. It’s Japanese family life as it should be than as it is. I highly doubt if Ozu’s family life as child was as neat and well-ordered as in his films. Peckinpah injected some semi-autobiographical material into films like PAT GARRETT & BILLY THE KID, BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA, and THE KILLER ELITE, but they were mostly escapist in nature. They tended to elude problems of family life than grapple with them; one exception might be JUNIOR BONNER, but despite the affection between father and son, between brother and brother, and between mother and son, there isn’t much in the way of real bond to keep them together.
But then, the whole idea of going to a movie is to get away from home, which is associated with family life. Indeed, movie-going has been closely associated with dating, and dating is about getting away from the home to be with a friend or lover. (Of course, the irony is that the sexual passions behind dating lead to sex, and sex leads to pregnancy, and pregnancy leads to creation of a family. Dating is escapism from family life to the possibility of a new family life. Mrs. Robinson in THE GRADUATE understands this all too well. She had sex with Mr. Robinson in his car when they were young. It was a way of being free, but it led to pregnancy, and that led to marriage and family. Of course, the birth control pill and contraceptives changed people’s attitudes about sex that has become mostly disassociated from its biological consequences. It is no longer seen as pleasure leading to obligations of family but pleasure-for-pleasure’s-sake, which further devalues the family.) So, who wants to deal with problems of family life in movies? And if movies do deal with the subject of the family, we prefer mythic scenarios like the grand gangster clan in THE GODFATHER. There’s almost nothing about the family in the films of Antonioni. Or those of Jean-Luc Godard. Your average film-maker seems to have no interest in his or her family, but even if he or she did, he or she would know it’s not the most popular subject in cinema. This is in stark contrast to the novel where family life continues to be an important subject. Maybe it’s because novels have more space to explore the subject; also, novels are not spectacles, so it doesn’t have to be ‘big’, something audiences expect even from ‘art films’. Francois Truffaut’s 400 BLOWS is semi-autobiographical, and it was followed by four sequels, but they, especially the sequels, were more about what-ifs than about Truffaut’s real life. And as Truffaut remained estranged from his mother and her family for most of his adult life, there wasn’t much about parents and children. Fellini touched on family matters in some of his films, but the family was in the background. And in a film like AMARCORD, everything is background as there isn’t anything like a central character or situation. More recently, Terrence Malick with THE TREE OF LIFE and Richard Linklater with BOYHOOD(and maybe BEFORE MIDNIGHT) made semi-autobiographical works delving into the problems of family. But THE TREE OF LIFE is ridiculous facebook-movie-making, and BOYHOOD seems to say American men and women stop growing up at the age of 18. Is it about a boy and his father or about younger boy and older boy?
Bergman touched some raw nerves on family life, much of which was related to or inspired by his own experiences as son and husband(or lover), in films such as WILD STRAWBERRIES and WINTER LIGHT(surely inspired by his memories of his minister-father), but he didn’t directly confront issues related to his own family until much later, especially in ‘retirement’ from directing-feature-films.
|FANNY AND ALEXANDER|
So, it was as writer that he produced a number of scripts(directed by others) that were personally more self-exposing/revealing in nature. Given that one’s own parents are probably the least ‘cool’ subject imaginable in cinema, either as entertainment and ‘art film’, it is remarkable the extent to which Bergman decided to use the medium of film to explore and express the issues and problems of his family life, his relations with his parents, and his parents relationship with one another. Indeed, there’s almost nothing it in cinema. (This is surely one reason why Bergman is regarded by some as more a man of theater than man of cinema. Theater, after all, has been very much about the family. Think of Arthur Miller’s DEATH OF A SALESMAN. Think of Eugene O’Neill’s LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT. [With all the homomania, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone wrote a play called Long Gay’s Horny into Tight.] Think of the plays of August Strindberg and Henrik Ibsen, whose socio-political drama THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE is also a family drama. Consider Anton Chekhov’s family-centered dramas. As the stage is more intimate and as plays tend to be more confessional/personal than movie scripts, drama has been more of an autobiographical medium than cinema has been. Also, since use of space is limited on the stage, plays tend to deal with people stuck in one place than roaming around freely. What is a more spatially restricted than the home, and what happens in the home? Family life. In contrast, movies are about open spaces, so naturally we prefer characters who leave home and seek action elsewhere. Some of the most powerful films about family have actually been based on plays. Think of the recent AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY by Tracy Letts[who is a man despite the ‘faggish’ name]. If THE GRADUATE had been written as a play than as a novel[that spawned a movie], it would likely have been more about Benjamin Braddock arguing with his parents than about driving around looking for love. TV shows, with their fixed studio sets, especially in sitcoms, brought back the family, but as TV is mostly about escapist entertainment than confessional art, its version of family life tended to be soap-opera-like. To the extent that drama was taken over by homos who have ambivalent feelings about the family, something was lost in American Theater, which went from a platform for exploring the American Family[as in DEATH OF A SALESMAN] to a platform for homo fantasies of alternative community. It went from family confession to decadent exhibition. It went from RAISIN IN THE SUN to Fudge in the Moon.) Anyway, Bergman’s genealogical/parental films are valuable because, apart from artistic considerations, they turn the lens on a subject that cinema and most of pop culture have done everything to turn us away from. Whatever value arts and entertainment may have, their damaging effect has been in turning away modern man/woman from the core stuff of life. The core truth of life is we exist only because our parents put us here. Each of us, whether we like it or not, is 50% father and 50% mother genetically. Yet, the cult of youth, the cult of the cool, the cult of intellectualism, the cult of fashion, and etc. have made us disassociate ourselves from family life. And arts and entertainment have served as escape routes. Of course, everyone should develop an identity and life outside the family. And young Bergman appreciated the power of art to open venues of personal freedom he couldn’t find in his religious house and strict upbringing. But there is a difference between developing beyond the family and severing ties with the family, especially in favor of something as ‘ahuman’ as modernity and something as inhuman as decadent pop culture.
|DEATH OF A SALESMAN|
Prior to delving into parental matters, Bergman dramatized aspects of his own life with works such as SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE. And later, he wrote FAITHLESS that was directed by Liv Ullmann. (Though FAITHLESS is about Bergman’s own affair with a woman, it cannot be fully appreciated without Bergman’s relation with his father. Bergman self-righteously accused his father of abuse and hypocrisy all his life, but how does he square with the fact that he hurt other people in ways that went beyond the cruelty of his father. It’s easy to accuse others, more difficult to look oneself in the mirror and find the same poison flowing in one’s own veins.)
The appeal of Bergman’s films about his own life is understandable given the film community’s high regard for him as one of the great masters. But it was riskier move for Bergman to create works about his parents because parents-of-film-makers simply aren’t the most appealing/exciting subject for movie audiences and because Bergman had difficult issues with his parents. There were raw nerves involved. (Any revelation about family issues could be embarrassing. Also, it could be self-righteous and self-pitying. It was also unfair since the accused party, especially if dead and gone, had no recourse to ‘set the record straight’, especially by making a counter-film. And indeed, Bergman’s films about his parents make him seem both deeply empathetic & penetrating and prickly & vicious. There are moments in SUNDAY’S CHILDREN when we wanna say, "Why not just bury the hatchet? The old man is dead and gone, so enough already." And yet, certain scars simply don’t go away simply because people want them to, and if Bergman could never resolve his personal issues about his father, then he had every right to keep exploring them over and over.) No one wants a family-from-hell, but then, it’s the problems that make any subject interesting. If Arthur Miller and Eugene O’Neill had FATHER-KNOWS-BEST-kind of dads, they might have grown up to be well-adjusted men in dentistry or accounting. If Bergman’s parents had been perfectly nice and normal, there wouldn’t have been fewer scars, fewer things to mull over.
|Steve McQueen and Robert Preston as son and father in JUNIOR BONNER|
|TIME OF THE GYPSIES|
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