Saturday, January 31, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
The Man Who Invented Paris Hilton
Actress Merle Oberon and Walter Winchell at Manhattan's Stork Club |
“It had traditionally been the function of society to set an
example for Americans; not only power but decorum had emanated from the Old
Guard,” wrote biographer Neal Gabler in Winchell:
Gossip, Power and the Culture of Celebrity. “But what was one to make of
this new mélange of show folk and socialites mixing at nightclubs? What were
they teaching the unfortunates of this country during the Depression?”
“The Old Guard had maintained its power partly through the
mystification of its own isolation and privacy; one was powerful enough, secure
enough, not to need or want attention, unless it was that of one’s social
equals. Café society was predicated on something else entirely. Here power was
really a function not of wealth or breeding or talent or connections but of
publicity. ‘Publi-ciety’ Cleveland Armory called it, where the object was to be
seen and known, where the object was to be famous.
“The ones who could bestow fame, particularly upon
individuals who hadn’t done anything
to deserve it, were the press...
“In a very real sense, then, social authority in the early
thirties had been turned on its head; now it derived from the media, or as
Walter put it, ‘Social position is now more a matter of press than prestige.’
And since the king of the media in the thirties was Walter Winchell, café
society was in many ways a function of him.”
“On its face it seemed absurd that a nation racked by
unemployment should care about a band of swells whose deepest concern was
whether they rated a column mention. (Walter thought it ridiculous too
constantly scolded the idle rich while continuing, hypocritically, to feed their
publicity habit).
“Yet people did care, and they read about café society as if
it were an exciting new social drama to replace the now-shuttered bawdy farce
of twenties Broadway. If Broadway had been an imaginative landscape coruscating
with images of hot freedom, café society was an imaginative world shimmering
with glamour, just as so many Depression-era movies did.
“For most Americans, ‘café society’ immediately triggered
images of women in smart gowns and men in satin-collared tuxedos, of tiered
nightclubs undulating in the music of swell bands, of cocktails and cigarettes,
of cool talk and enervated elegance, all of which made café society one of
those repositories of dreams at a time when reality seemed treacherous.”
In other words, Winchell midwifed the direct spiritual ancestors
of Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian.
Monday, January 26, 2015
He Hunts the Biggest of All Game
The Green Hornet — the Lone Ranger's great-nephew — was a radio hero who became a movie serial hero who became a comic book hero who became a television hero who became a comic book hero again (in the 1960s here). And then came Seth Rogen, whom we can safely forget. Gold Key/Dell heroes adapted from other media always looked pretty static and dull, perhaps because Disney kept the reins tight on so many of them.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Why Satisfaction Retreats Before Us
Here's an insight that the Buddhists and stoics have long
discussed: "Aspiration, which increases with income, ensures that the
point of arrival, of sustained satisfaction, retreats before us. The
researchers found that those who watch a lot of TV derive less satisfaction
from a given level of income than those who watch only a little. TV speeds up
the hedonic treadmill, forcing us to strive even harder to sustain the same
level of satisfaction." — George Monbiot
Narrow Minds on Broadway
Gossip columnist Walter Winchell |
“Traditionalists were appalled and not a little frightened,”
wrote biographer Neal Gabler in Winchell:
Gossip, Power and the Culture of Celebrity. “Winchell was an entertainer
certainly, but was he, they asked, really a journalist? And if he was a
journalist, had his gossip compromised journalistic integrity beyond repair?
The Code of Ethics adopted by the American Society of Newspaper editors said,
‘A newspaper should not invade private rights or feelings without sure warrant
of public right as distinguished from public curiosity.’ By that standard, the
answers seemed self-evident.
“(H)e is fond of calling himself a newspaperman, but he will
be a wisecracking, gossiping trouper as long as he lives,” wrote one critic, who
nevertheless admitted to reading Winchell’s column daily.”
Ironically, despite his prodigious combination of fame and
infamy and the considerable cash he earned from his syndicated column and radio
work, Winchell remained a fairly desperate man, overworking and running on
nervous energy, afraid of what was just behind him. By cheapening the culture,
Winchell also cheapened himself, and he knew that what’s cheap is easily
replaced.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
The Eternal Vulgarities
“Sentimentalize everything, with cynicism just beneath. In
place of the full life, or the good life, or the hard life of experience, fill
the mind with a phantasmagoria where easy wealth, sordid luxury, scandal,
degeneracy and drunken folly swirl … in an intoxicating vulgarity.”
Tell me, was this critic describing the yellow tabloid
newspapers of the early 20th century or the cable news shows of the
early 21st century?
Friday, January 16, 2015
A Pox on Vox Populi
I recall a student who once told me that he thought all
opinions were equal.
I must have sighed the exasperated sigh of a
long-suffering curmudgeon when I replied that,
no, he was confusing the principle that everyone is entitled to an opinion —
which is certainly true — with the idea that all opinions must therefore be of
equal value, which is obviously false.
If it were true, then you'd go to a meat cutter instead of
a physician when you required surgery. Save yourself a lot of money that way.
Or, if we’re discussing evolution, let us say, then the
opinion of a biologist with a doctorate is worth infinitely more than that of
some religious fanatic with no scientific background.
And, if all opinions are not of equal merit, then it
follows that a vast accumulation of wrong opinions is therefore nevertheless
worth less than one single correct opinion.
And that conclusion impels me to violate one of the great
taboos of the popular media and politicians, who must always pretend that
public opinion is wise, reliable and valid, and never permit a whisper to the
contrary. Public opinion polls are reported breathlessly, as if they were the
pronouncements of the Oracle at Delphi.
On the air, politicians and the popular media pander
ceaselessly to public opinion. Off the air, they laugh at it. In fact, as they
well know, public opinion is
often
thunderously ignorant.
Even after the Duelfer report to Congress confirmed that
Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction, 72 percent of Bush and Cheney’s supporters continued to believe that Iraq had
actual WMD (47 percent) or a major program for developing WMD (25 percent),
according to a study by the Program on International Policy Attitudes. Fiftysix percent assumed that most
experts believed Iraq had actual WMD and 57 percent also assumed, wrongly, that
Charles Duelfer concluded Iraq had at least a major WMD program.
And of those who watch television news, the most
misinformed on that topic were of course the Fox News viewers. That's because
Fox prefers to pander to viewers' prejudices rather than refute them.
Thus, on Fox, Barack Obama and Barbra Streisand are always
wrong, a Bush is always a godsend, the French are always diabolical and Iraq
WMD are “discovered” again and again and again (subsequent admissions that the
“discoveries” were all phony are always buried).
The threadbare nature of public opinion is well
illustrated by public
taste. Consider the “reality” programming that captured the American public's
fancy. That amounts to a parade of boorish billionaires, beautiful young people
who were willing to sell themselves for a big pile of bucks and ordinary people
who were encouraged to stab each in the back for a financial prize. How
inspiring.
Take the sickening, long-running “reality”
show
“Cops,” which invites tasteless Americans to leer and jeer at even more
tasteless Americans in their trailer parks. “I come home and grabbed me a
couple beers and then me and her got into it,” is an example of the show’s
lyric dialogue.
"On the day that the defense rested in the military
trial of Specialist Charles A. Graner Jr. for the abuses at Abu Ghraib,
American television news had a much better story to tell: ‘The Trouble With
Harry,’ as Brian Williams called it on NBC,” noted Frank Rich in the New York
Times. “The British prince had attended a fancy dress costume party in
Wiltshire (theme: ‘native and colonial’) wearing a uniform from Rommel's Afrika
Korps complete with swastika armband.”
“(I)f you stood back for just a second and thought about
what was happening in that courtroom in Fort Hood, Texas. — a task that could
be accomplished only by reading newspapers, which provided the detailed
coverage network TV didn't even attempt — you had to wonder if we had any
more moral sense than Britain's widely reviled ‘clown prince.’
“The lad had apparently managed to reach the age of 20 in
blissful ignorance about World War II. Yet here we were in America, in the
midst of a war that is going on right now, choosing to look the other way
rather than confront the evil committed in our name in a prison we ‘liberated’
from Saddam Hussein in Iraq."
In other words, in terms of American public opinion,
posing in a fascist outfit is a terrible thing, while actually practicing
fascist torture may not be so bad at all.
It's not so much that many members of the public are
stupid as that they're willfully ignorant, which is worse. You can’t help it if
you're stupid, but you can help it if
you’re ignorant. And if you celebrate your ignorance, as much of the public
does, then you're both insufferable and dangerous.
Why dangerous? Because even when public opinion is
invalid, it’s still powerful. In 1930s Germany, public opinion supported
Hitler. In this country, public opinion once supported slavery and genocide of the
Indians.
In 1633, the Inquisition condemned Galileo Galilei for
daring to contend that the Earth moves around the Sun. Public opinion, church
authority and the power of the state were united in insisting that the Sun
revolves around the Earth.
And yet the Earth took no notice of majority opinion, and
went on blithely whirling around the Sun, just as it always had. How very elitist of the planet.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
A "Game" Where the Winner Loses
Keira Knightley as Joan Clarke, Matthew Beard as Peter Hilton, Matthew Goode as Hugh Alexander and Allen Leech as John Cairncross surround Benedict Cumberbatch as Alan Turing. |
Bart, Mike, Matt and I went to see “The Imitation Game”
last night — witty, intelligent, moving and sumptuously filmed.
The film does a
good job of suspensefully explaining what the Enigma codebreakers at Bletchley
Park did to end World War II without resorting to math lessons. Yet another of
those stories about a man who saves the world and is rewarded by society with
destruction.
Here’s Matt’s review:
Bart Rettberg, Dan Hagen and I took in the 2014 dramatic
thriller, "The Imitation Game, directed by Morten Tyldum and featuring
Benedict Cumberbatch, Keira Knightley, and an ensemble of British actors, all
of whom play their roles exceptionally. Cumberbatch is Alan Turing, the
mathematical genius whose work to crack the ENIGMA code of Nazi Germany
hastened the victory in Europe by a full two years and saved some 14 million
lives -- and laid the groundwork for your laptop, smartphone, mobile GPS,
really, anything involving a computer. Turing essentially invented computers.
The quest to develop a "digital computer" that
can crack the ENIGMA code provides the backdrop against which another drama
unfolds, this one centering around Turing's homosexuality and the role it
played not only his development as a person, but also in his untimely demise.
There was some small controversy among some circles because the film did not
feature any homosexual sex scenes, and I think such scenes would have served no
purpose to the film's narrative.
Instead, we see flashbacks to Turing's youth, his falling
in love with Christopher, his only friend in his adolescent years, and his
commitment to that love in his adult years, when he gives his thinking machine
that very name. The film does not dance around Turing's sexuality, (he
explicitly states he is homosexual plenty of times in the film to make that
clear) nor does it shy away from the fact that his sexuality led to an
ungrateful government charging him with indecency and sentencing him to a slow,
miserable process of chemical castration.
Cumberbatch's performance is terrific and worthy of the
accolades and nominations he has thus received to date -- I was particularly
impressed with how he addressed and subtly performed Turing's stuttering speech
impediment. Knightley is fantastic in her role as the female lead and fellow codebreaker
who understands and cares for Turing unconditionally. Other notable
performances include Mark Strong as the Chief of MI6, Rory Kinnear ('Skyfall,
and the upcoming 'Spectre') as an overly inquisitive police detective, and
Charles Dance (Game of Throne's Tywin Lannister).
The film also has a tremendous score imagined by Aleandre
Desplat ('The Queen,' 'The King's Speech).
STARS: 3.5/4
P.S. Alan Turing committed suicide at the age of 41, only
one year after being given his chemical castration sentence. As Dan Hagen
pointed out, Turing is another in a list of historical figures whose
contributions to the advancement of civilization cannot be understated and yet
was crushed underfoot by civilization's own mores and prejudices.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
How Captain Marvel Became the Mighty Thor
Captain Marvel had vanished almost a decade before, and to
the young comic book readers of 1962 that might as well have been forever. So
Stan Lee and Jack Kirby decided it was time to revive the popular concept, with
interesting variations. Here's a caped, flying, super-strong hero with the
powers of the gods, transformed from his ordinary existence by a bolt of
magical lightning when danger threatens. Even disability, as a metaphor for weakness, was carried
over from Fawcett to Marvel. Both Freddy Freeman, the alter ego of Captain
Marvel Jr., and Dr. Don Blake, Thor's secret identity, were lame.
Whiz Comics #2 (February 1940), published by Fawcett Comics. |
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