Mocking "conservative" movies, part 2

This is the second installment in my intermittent series poking fun at National Review Online’s list of the 25 best “conservative” movies. Mostly, I am mocking the notion that there is a single unified “conservative” ideology anymore at all. Now, then, on to #6-10 (WARNING: Spoilers abound!):

6. Groundhog Day. I actually haven’t seen this one, either (that’s two so far), but I’ve certainly heard a lot about it. It’s “conservative” cred apparently comes from its moral “that redemption and meaning are derived not from indulging your ‘authentic’ instincts and drives, but from striving to live up to external and timeless ideals.” All I can think to say is duh. If you do anything enough times (as Bill Murray’s character is forced to repeat the same day again and again ad nauseam), you’re bound to either (a) go insane or (b) discover some deeper meaning to it all. This is hardly a viewpoint upon which “conservatives” hold a monopoly.

7. The Pursuit of Happyness. Long story short, single dad sacrifices everything to provide for his young son, and becomes a fantabulously successful stockbroker in the process, all during the Reagan administration. Possibly Will Smith’s best performance ever, and it certainly does demonstrate the ostensibly “conservative” virtues of self-reliance, family values, and accumulation of wealth. I have a few bones to pick with NRO’s analysis of the film, though:

  • “[T]his film provides the perfect antidote to Wall Street and other Hollywood diatribes depicting the world of finance as filled with nothing but greed.” Perhaps you missed the scene where Will Smith’s character gets the idea to become a stockbroker from a man driving a Ferrari.
  • “They’re black, but there’s no racial undertone or subtext.” Except for the one you just created. Seriously, you already said it was a Will Smith movie, so why was this sentence necessary?
  • “Gardner [Will Smith’s character] is just an incredibly hard-working, ambitious, and smart man who wants to do better for himself and his son.” Who takes an unpaid internship based on the dream of a Ferrari and the ability to solve a Rubik’s Cube (see above YouTube link).

Those quibbles aside, this was a terrific movie. Certainly some liberties were taken with the facts, but the story ought to inspire anyone who sees it.
An amusing side note: after getting the job at Dean Witter, Gardner was then recruited to Bear Stearns.

8. Juno. Sigh. If this movie has any sort of anti-abortion message to it, it’s really just one that viewers impose onto it. Juno’s only stated reason for leaving the clinic is that it “smelled like a dentist’s office.” More importantly is the fact that Juno chose to leave the clinic after running a gauntlet of a single protester. The protester was more an object of satire in the film than anything about Juno’s decision to seek an abortion. A common problem in the whole abortion debate is that people see it as only being two-sided: you oppose abortion rights, or you think it’s all hunky-dory. I always thought “pro-choice” was a great choice of labels, because you can support the right to choose without actually liking the procedure itself. But back to the film: aside from the imposed “pro-life” meaning (and I hate that label for reasons I’ll discuss some other time), the NRO reviewer doesn’t have much nice to say about the movie: “The film has its faults, including a number of crass moments and a pregnant high-school student with an unrealistic level of self-confidence.” Actually, I thought it pretty much depicted the teenage years as a series of crass moments. Juno is not a particularly realistic individual 16 year-old, but she is a pretty good cypher for a generalized teenage mindset: torn between all the various pressures and expectations of late childhood, and trying to maintain her own sense of self throughout it all, blah blah blah…point being, there is a lot more going on here than just a “pro-life” or “conservative” message. Finally, recall that the movie ends with the baby being adopted by a single mother. Yikes!

9. Blast from the Past. If you wanted evidence that “conservatives” have no sense of irony or satire, look no further. “Brendan Fraser plays an innocent who has grown up in a fallout shelter and doesn’t know the era of Sputnik and Perry Como is over. Alicia Silverstone is a post-feminist woman who learns from him that pre-feminist women had some things going for them.” I haven’t seen the film in a good long while, but I’m trying to imagine the two actors discussing the merits of Valium-addled ’50s housewives versus Prozac-addled late-’90s career-driven mothers, etc., etc. It could be that I’m too cynical. Maybe I need a good dose of 1950’s-era idealism! Well, it’s sure a good thing I’m not a gay black communist woman–I hear the 1950’s weren’t so great for those groups. This is just the same tired old “conservative” cliche that there existed some mythical past when Everything Was Better, and modern society has somehow lost its way.

10. Ghostbusters. Really? Well, there was a very Reaganesque ethic to the movie, which I think is the sole basis for including it on this list: “[Y]ou have to like a movie in which the bad guy (William Atherton at his loathsome best) is a regulation-happy buffoon from the EPA, and the solution to a public menace comes from the private sector.” Of course, the EPA buffoon as portrayed utterly failed to follow any of his own agency’s procedures for information gathering, but that allowed Bill Murray to have a funny smackdown scene with him. The shutdown of the containment facility was a sterling depiction of Bush II-era disregard for the rule of law in the interest of national security (they had a warrant none of the Ghostbusters were allowed to see.) But seriously, my main concern with this movie’s “conservative” creds arises from two facts: (1) a god not mentioned in the Bible tries to destroy the world, and (2) salvation is left to the New York National Guard and four snarky private contractors–four smart-asses defeating ultimate evil? That’s what the movie is really about, and it’s a little too timelessly awesome to just be “conservative.”

Now for some video:

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I triumphantly return to blogging by mocking the idea of "conservative" movies

It’s not difficult to point out some movies that are decidedly “liberal,” at least based on the overall tone and plot of the film. A few titles come to mind such as The American President and Dave, wherein Republican politicians receive their comeuppance by Democratic politicians or a likeable everyman character. For some reason, it seems harder to label a particular film “conservative,” particularly using the present-day meanings of the words “liberal” and “conservative.” Sometimes I think “liberal” ideas just make for better drama–stories of an underdog triumphing against the odds are much more compelling than stories of the struggle to remain abstinent or to retain one’s tax cuts. I jest, somewhat, but the reason I’m even writing this is because I have been haunted for the past several days by the National Review Online’s list of the 25 best “conservative” movies (h/t Chez Pazienza at HuffPo). What, you may ask, is a “conservative” movie? Well, in this case it refers to films “that offer compelling messages about freedom, families, patriotism, traditions, and more.” With such a generic definition, this should be an entertaining list. Personally, I think it shows the utter bankruptcy of the very concept of a single “conservative” ideology in 2009 America. Cue the snark.

1. The Lives of Others. Beyond a doubt, this is one of my all-time favorite movies. Set in East Berlin in 1984, it tells the story of a Stasi spy assigned to snoop on a barely-tolerated subversive playwright, and how the spy comes to sympathize with the playwright’s ideals and freedoms over the Communist system he has devoted his life to. Thinking that communism and totalitarianism suck is hardly the sole domain of “conservatives” anymore, though, so I hereby reclaim The Lives of Others for my fellow political independents.

2. The Incredibles. Another one of my favorite movies, said to “celebrate marriage, courage, responsibility, and high achievement.” These are “conservative” values? I think someone missed the last 8 years.

3. Metropolitan. I haven’t seen it, but it apparently involves a normal guy showing up a bunch of effete New York snobs. And that’s really what conservatives are all about.

4. Forrest Gump. The title character is described as “an amiable dunce who is far too smart to embrace the lethal values of the 1960s.” I suppose that is one way of interpreting it, but I got a rather strong anti-everything-stupid vibe from the movie, not just limited to hippies. Meh.

5. 300. Seriously. 300 is considered a conservative film. Beefcake in leather speedoes being fed into a meat grinder in the name of defending a society that kills unfit individuals at birth. It is worth noting that a major cause of the eventual smackdown they receive (aside from being horrifically outnumbered) is the betrayal of one of those “unfit” individuals who was allowed to live, and man was he pissed. I suppose the lesson is that freedom isn’t free and must be defended at all costs, which is why so many College Republicans have volunteered to go to Iraq. Oh wait…

I think I’ll have to make this a series of sorts, since I’m not going through all 25 in one sitting. Besides, I like to leave my reader(s) wanting more…

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Tattoos hit the political mainstream, finally, sort of

After years of hard-fought, oft-thankless struggle, a tattooed she-devil may finally have a shot at the United States Senate.

Okay, that’s a gross exaggeration, actually. It would appear that Caroline Kennedy has a tiny, partially-removed butterfly tat on her left arm that, now that she’s pondering a Senate run, is making a few waves here and there.

Could this be the defining moment for body art on the body politic? Perhaps. It’s much more likely that the Mainstream Media just didn’t have very much to do today. Still, I have been pondering for some time where all of this is leading–those of you who don’t live in Austin in the summer months may not be used to the sight of more tribal patterns than a New Guinea jungle (was that racist? Maybe a little–I was just going for a “tribal” analogy. Apologies to all Melanesians who might take offense.) Will the bulk of my generation of Austinites eventually come to regret their dragonscale sleeve tats? For my part, I think the HR directors of the future will have little to no cause to bemoan others’ ink, as they will no doubt be (at least partially) concealing old tramp stamps from their wild college days.

I leave it to history to decide.

And anyway, Ms. Kennedy has a tiny butterfly, big whoop.

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Does anyone else think…

…that this whole Miley Cyrus topless thing is some sort of publicity stunt? I mean, she’s supposedly shocked, shocked and appalled at photographs for which she posed, probably for hours, but now she’s all over the headlines. I for one, was only vaguely aware of media personalities by the names Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana, but I didn’t realize until this week they were the same person (or that Billy Ray Cyrus had procreated). But really, this is waaay more interesting than, say, the ongoing Iraq war, the reconsituted al-Qaeda force in Pakistan, or Russia and Georgia’s brewing war in Abkhazia. Just to name a few yawners.

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Acting shout-out: Todd Anderson in "North Country"

I watched the movie North Country this morning (h/t Netflix), a 2005 Oscar-baiting Charlize Theron film, and I have several salutes I have to make here.

First off, and obviously most importantly, it really is a pretty good film about the issue of sexual harassment, as well as how crappy it must be to work in an iron mine.

On a less-socially-conscious note, the film proves Carlize Theron is beautiful even with ridiculously-authentic ’80s hair, and it offers a glimpse of hometown hottie Amber Heard in the undoubtedly-daunting role of a young (teenaged) Charlize Theron.

Really though, the point of this post is this: I must tip my hat generally to the grotesque depiction the film offers of the types of harassment the women had to endure, and specifically to Todd Anderson, who portrays a mine worker whose preferred method of harassment is to ejaculate into Michelle Monaghan‘s locker. I single out Mr. Anderson for his courage and fortitude, based on the fact that he may forever be known, thanks to the film’s credits, as “Semen Man.”

That has got to be hell on a resume.

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Explosive nipple rings???

Will someone please explain how this furthers the interests of national security and/or airline safety?:

A Texas woman who said she was forced to remove a nipple ring with pliers in order to board an airplane called Thursday for an apology by federal security agents and a civil rights investigation.

“I wouldn’t wish this experience upon anyone,” Mandi Hamlin said at a news conference. “My experience with TSA was a nightmare I had to endure. No one deserves to be treated this way.”

Hamlin, 37, said she was trying to board a flight from Lubbock to Dallas on Feb. 24 when she was scanned by a Transportation Security Administration agent after passing through a larger metal detector without problems.

The female TSA agent used a handheld detector that beeped when it passed in front of Hamlin’s chest, the Dallas-area resident said.

Hamlin said she told the woman she was wearing nipple piercings. The agent then called over her male colleagues, one of whom said she would have to remove the jewelry, Hamlin said.

Hamlin said she could not remove them and asked whether she could instead display her pierced breasts in private to the female agent. But several other male officers told her she could not board her flight until the jewelry was out, she said.

She was taken behind a curtain and managed to remove one bar-shaped piercing but had trouble with the second, a ring.

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She said she heard male TSA agents snickering as she took out the ring. She was scanned again and was allowed to board even though she still was wearing a belly button ring.

Any ideas??? Anyone??? Am I going to be denied entry to an airport because I have braces? Either the TSA has too much power and too little of a mandate, or we are all just waaaaaaay too paranoid.

While the thought of having my own nipples pierced causes me to collapse shuddering into the fetal position, I will defend to the death other peoples’ right to do as they will to their own nipples.

Besides, this isn’t national security, it’s (O, for a less-cliched phrase) sexual harassment.

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When times were simpler…and bubblier

I did not watch the Superbowl, as I don’t particularly care about the Giants, the Patriots, the NFL, or the game of football all that much. I also no longer find the commercials all that entertaining–the secret formula is out, and there is really no way to surprise us anymore.

Still, it is worth remembering the glory days, when Superbowl ads were unusual and edgy, and the idea of a “.com” company held endless promise. I think this was from the 2000 Superbowl:

At least E*Trade survived the crash, abeit with some problems.

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What generation are you?

The whole Baby Boomer/Generation X/Generation Doofus nomenclature has always struck me as just a marketing tool, especially since so many people seem to be barely left out of categorization. My parents, born in 1944 and 1945, missed inclusion in the Baby Boom (beginning in 1946). I was born in 1974, and it was unclear for quite a while whether I fit into Generation X or not. Now generation labels are thrown around all over the place.

Here’s an interesting test to determine your generation based on technology usage rather than date of birth–it makes more sense to group avid Wii-players together than just people born between Year A and Year B. As an example, I was at Ikea a few weeks ago and was mystified by a teenage girl who, while examining fabric samples and talking to her mother, was furiously writing text messages (“texting,” as the kids say) on her phone at a remarkable rate. It seemed like super-human multitasking.

Apparently, though, I fall on the high end of tech savviness, as the quiz puts me firmly in Generation Y (18 points!). Chronologically, I’m near the end of Generation X, though.

I wore through a Nirvana cassette in high school and once broke a closet rod because of all the plaid flannel shirts I owned–that must merit inclusion in Generation X, right? Plus, I think a great many recent technological advances are stupid (HD television, mostly–a topic I’ll expound upon in a later post.) I feel more Generation X than Y (although I never participated in a mosh pit), so maybe I’ll just split the difference and say I’m part of Generation X.5.

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