My review of the new documentary Six Million and One is running now at Film Journal International:
Some of the most discomfiting imagery in films about the Holocaust comes not from wartime footage showing the savage effects on the prisoners or even the ghostly sites themselves. What creates the most emotional dissonance is more often the sight of these places of unbelievable butchery now sitting in well-manicured European suburbs, woven fully back into the fabric of everyday life. It begs the question: How does one live in the shadow of the unimaginable? In David Fisher’s emotional and acidic documentary Six Million and One, he digs into this question on a broader level, in effect asking: What is the point of memory? What and whom does it serve?…
Six Million and One is playing now in very limited release.
You can see the trailer here:
My review of the new French film 17 Girls is running now at PopMatters:
Like any good story about an epidemic, 17 Girls starts with a wholly unremarkable incident. High school student Camille (Louise Grinberg, one of the troublemakers in The Class) finds herself in a family way. But instead of hiding in embarrassment or trying to ignore her swelling belly, she flaunts it. Because Camille is the queen bee, her pregnancy begins to look attractive to her buzzing followers. Within months, bellies begin swelling all over town, and the girls are making plans for what they’re going to do with their babies. Among the things they don’t include in their agenda: not smoking or drinking while pregnant, or considering any of the complications that come with being a single teen mother…
17 Girls is playing now in limited release; make sure to check it out.
The trailer is here:
- You neither need nor deserve that $15 million bonus.
- Fact-checkers and the Bachmann quota.
- When Bob Dylan met the Replacements.
- Back in the world, with a dog at your side.
- Sweet, delicious, NFL irony.
- Japan working on defending small islands against China.
- An Arkansas high school, where kids learn to make stuff.
- “A lot of millionaires wondering where all the money went”: Super PACs maybe not quite so scary after all.
- Dumpster-diving for food in Spain.
- Hello, aliens: The pictures that we sent into space.
- Pre-packing, power-packing, and does anybody want licorice? Spending quality time with Bill Murray.
- Print and read: after Castro, whither Cuba?
- L. Ron Hubbard: recording artist.
- Coming soon: new (sad) documentary on the Clash.
- Print and read: Moneyball author hangs out with Barry (off and on) for six months.
- A history of the United States, according to the right wing.
My review of the nine novels in the Library of America’s new two-set volume American Science Fiction is now up at The Millions:
There was something in the air during the 1950s in America that bred an especially grand strain of science fiction whose like was never witnessed before and hasn’t been since. It was a heady concoction: postwar triumph and trauma, unprecedented technological advances, the true advent of mass media swamping the atmosphere, that pseudo-fascistic hum of nationalistic propaganda and blacklisting, and the incessant reminder that a mushroom cloud could end it all… like that. The new Library of America two-volume collection, American Science Fiction: Nine Classic Novels of the 1950s, edited by Gary K. Wolfe, dusts off nine lesser-known novels that illustrate the breadth and depth of what was happening in science fiction during that decade. With its crisply typeset cloth volumes totaling almost 3,000 pages, the sturdy box is a welcome reminder of past joys for some readers and a striking introduction to fresh futuristic wonders and Cold War chills for others…
You can also read essays on these novels by authors from William Gibson to Neil Gaiman at the Library of America site here.
It’s been a long time since the toga-wrapped revolution of Animal House and the whole National Lampoon “slobs vs. snobs” gauntlet toss. Long enough that in Whit Stillman’s long-awaited collegiate farce Damsels in Distress, his lead damsel can intone darkly about how at elite Seven Oaks college, “an atmosphere of male barbarism predominates,” and we are meant to think the better of her for saying it. It’s not that Stillman is trying to get away with some dire, Tom Wolfe-ian jeremiad about declining standards. Instead, he seems to want to upend the school-set comedy with his own brand of highly literate, quasi-conservative thoughtfulness (characters intoning about how much more interesting homosexuality used to be before wider societal acceptance, and so on) and splice it with a crisp and pastel-hued surrealism. It’s Dadaism for the preppie set…
Damsels in Distress is available today on DVD; check it out. My full review is at the AMC Movie Database.
You can see the trailer here:
Science is making incredible advances in studying the human brain, with ever-more powerful research methods allowing ever-more cranial secrets to be unlocked. Books are being written on these advances by the score, many of them promising to show how new developments will help people improve their lives. It’s an easy sell, starting with Malcolm Gladwell’s breezy and semi-insightful pronouncements on the one end and narrowing down at the other end toward books like Jonah Lehrer’s (discredited) Imagine: How Creativity Works.
As Steven Poole comments in his New Statesmen piece on this new mini-trend (which he terms an “intellectual pestilence”), anything that comes with a brain scan seems to have the imprimatur of irrefutable science on it, quoting a researcher who says: “people – even neuroscience undergrads – are more likely to believe a brain scan than a bar graph.”
Not the greatest danger, perhaps, but still, one should always be on the alert when writers come bearing exciting new studies (often wildly misinterpreted) that promise a new way to live. Per Poole:
The hucksters of neuroscientism are the conspiracy theorists of the human animal, the 9/11 Truthers of the life of the mind.
As part of the effort over the past several years by various publishers to ensure the longevity of George Orwell, this past August a collection of some eleven of his diaries was released, with an introduction by Christopher Hitchens. Barry Gewen’s New York Times review doesn’t make it sound like the most engaging of reading, advising readers to take Hitch’s faint praise (notable from such an Orwell fan) to heart. In other words, there are a lot of things in these diaries that many people put in their diaries which aren’t meant to thrill the public (lists of animals spotted, far too much information about chickens).
But the review gives Gewen a chance to consider the many contradictions and attractions of Orwell’s writings, namely, his attention to the quotidian details of the everyday, the “thinginess of life.” This focus on grounded realities—as well as his natural aversion to authority—made Orwell healthily suspicious of abstractions and “isms.” Although a patriot, he despised much of the systems that constituted England: “Insofar as patriotism was equated with God, King and Country or, worse, the preservation of the British Empire, he was against it.” Gewen further notes:
What patriotism meant to Orwell was the ordinary things of his English life — heavy coins, stamp collecting, dart games, an irrational spelling system. In the essay “Notes on Nationalism,” a companion piece to “England Your England,” he said: “By ‘patriotism’ I mean devotion to a particular place and a particular way of life.” It was around this same time that he wrote essays in praise of pubs, cricket, even (outlandishly) English cooking. He would lay down his life not for the grandiose abstractions preached by politicians and the clergy but for gardening and warm beer.
In other words, a patriot for humanity, and not a flag.
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It would be too reductive to say that Wes Anderson’s films are about people who don’t fit in. Yes, his characters are on the oddball end of the spectrum. But in Anderson’s better films (like The Royal Tenenbaums), he doesn’t fall prey to the common bugaboo of those artists who celebrate the unique. Namely, he doesn’t even bother creating an outside world to judge them for their curious behavior. There is no island of misfit toys for his characters to retreat to, because the whole that is visible doesn’t seem much different. Everybody doesn’t fit in, together…
The Royal Tenenbaums is available now in a beautiful new Blu-ray transfer from Criterion. Read my full review at PopMatters.
After a few nerve-scrapping modern realist dramas like Red Road and Fish Tank, the last project anybody expected British director Andrea Arnold to take on was a period piece. But that’s just what people will see in October, with her take on Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. It’ll be interesting to see how audiences handle Arnold’s likely very raw take on a classic novel.
So far, though, the film’s been getting some notoriety from the fact that Arnold cast James Howson, who is black, as the anti-romantic lead, Heathcliff. Just like many people will likely forget how over-the-top melodramatic Bronte’s novel was, they will also likely forget that the author described Heathcliff as a “dark-skinned gypsy in aspect”.
You can see the trailer here:
- Hey, let’s look at that imminent threat memo from August 6, 2001 again.
- The morning that tabloid fodder triumphed over history.
- When American flags attack!
- Now the Taliban says, Hey, that wasn’t us.
- After shootings, plenty of sympathy, but no solutions.
- Wait, Judge Posner said that?
- The introvert’s case for liking Barry.
- Don’t panic! Really…
- Still dying, now at a rate of about one per day.
- Doth the math: Barry the 3-to-1 favorite for Election Day.
- If you ever find yourself in Hull and in the mood for a good, grumpy and lit’ry walk, make sure to check out the Philip Larkin trail (yes, there are pubs along the way).
- The 10 funniest love songs ever recorded.
- Naomi Wolf’s newest book hits, ahem, below the belt.
- Yet another reason to be careful on Facebook.