Military coup in Bolivia: election “disputed” giving the military their cue
November 11, 2019 § Leave a comment
Lula, hailed by Chomsky, released from prison against his wishes
November 10, 2019 § Leave a comment
Brazil: Chomsky’s “most important political prisoner in the world”, Lula da Silva, who raised an estimated 40 million out of poverty as leftwing former president of Brazil, has been released from prison.
But Lula attempted to remain where he was.
The Carwash corruption conviction was shown to be fraud the The Intercept, via its massive trove of audio and written information showing the judge – later given a place on rightwing president Bolsonaro’s cabinet – lead the prosecution rather than acting as (impartial) judge.
Lula wished to remain in prison for full exoneration. His suspicions have proven accurate as the Supreme Court has instead suddenly ruled the ending of mandatory imprisonment of people convicted of a crime who have lost their first appeal.
The ruling restores a previous policy that allows people convicted of a crime to exhaust all of their appeal options before being sent to prison. In order to release Lula without being forced to do it in the full glare of the publicity of their fake trial, the Supreme Court has gone to the extent of setting up the freeing of some 5,000 other prisoners who happen to be in the sam position as Lula – appealing their convictions.
People are like nothing to them – the right who conspired against Lula then were found out – in their efforts to lie their way out of their lies. Same the world over, the difference being this man’s achievements.
Ever felt used? Recycling; plus fossil fuels, transnational investment, and American media monopolies
September 7, 2019 § Leave a comment
For decades the plastic industry has convinced the world that saving the environment is a matter of personal responsibility. And they got us!
Corporations that manufacture and use plastics have successfully fought regulation and can continue to pollute the earth with poisonous plastics while we try and be as eco-friendly as possible. Part of the campaign to keep plastics on the market (and in the ocean) is the promotion of recycling.
Nearly everything can be recycled but just 9 percent of plastic is being recycled. 12 per cent is incinerated releasing toxic chemicals, while the rest piles up in landfills or in oceans (100 million tons). Internal documents of some plastics lobbyists admit that recycled plastics have “no viable end markets”.
We’ve been convinced that recycling will save us all. Case study: 7 schools collected plastic bags and wrap to win a park bench made of recycled plastics for their school. The contest was, in fact, funded by the American Progressive Bag Alliance, a lobbying group that fights restrictions on plastic. The alliance sponsors preemption bills that make it illegal for cities or states to ban plastic bags in response to legislation banning plastics in states like Vermont and California. Publicly, the plastics industry supports recycling, behind closed doors it fights regulation of plastics.
The fossil fuel lobby and plastics production industry are intertwined, plastics being made from chemicals sourced from fossil fuels. Last week, GateHouse of the Fortress Investment Group, whose executive Wes Edens also owns New Fortress Energy a firm with investments in natural gas infrastructure worldwide, merged with Gannett, America’s largest newspaper publisher. They own 1 in every 6 newspapers in the nation. So, reporting can go on as before except where coverage touches on free market access to oil worldwide, fossil fuel money in politics, the negative impact of fracking on climate change, and disagreement with recycling as the panacea for all plastics ills.
Recycling fun facts: while we diligently separate our trash, the plastics industry is expected to grow more than 40 per cent by 2028 (U.S.).
Source: perhaps the best single political show I’ve ever seen, taking in top-notch comedy from Lee Camp, Naomi Karavani, and Natalie McGill, last week’s massive further consolidation of fossil fuel-friendly corporate media, billionaire climate denier David Koch’s death, and the conspiracy by the plastics industry to distract with recycling: Redacted Tonight.
Bernie t-shirt
August 2, 2019 § Leave a comment
My Bernie t-shirt: dark blue background with light blue dove made of words, Bernie underlined in the middle, says USA, hope, leader, true change, loyal, honest, qualified, moral, brave, trust, credible, future, climate, real issues, equality, love, change, wise, you and me, community, peace, fair, US, vote, together, human, president, united, strength, dream
but there are all the negatives:
1. He’s divisive. Clearly, he brings the party together as everyone and their dog can only get support by mouthing his Progressive outlook though they don’t mean it and their versions pull all of its teeth.
2. Only old white men like him, while polls have shown he’s now most popular with African Americans. One poll of African Americans pitted him against Oprah. Bernie won, obviously.
3. He’s too old. He has the quick wit of a speaker so on top of his information and outlook that he does without the rehearsed lines of Harris, Booker, Buttigieg, free then to turn on a dime as he does in the debate for pointed responses. He was even able to work with his opponents right there on stage to bring them into his vision. Corporate Dems are often asking for the party to come together i.e., stop thinking differently, but there it was, happening on stage, as Bernie brought them into his vision. That’s a leader.
4. He hasn’t done anything. Well, recently he pressured Amazon into raising wages, followed up by going after Walmart, condemned Saudi Arabia and sponsored the resolution to end support for the war in Yemen, introduced the No Money Bail Act, committed to a federal job guarantee, campaigned so powerfully for Medicare for All that he shifted the entire Democratic Party. And Bernie saved a woman from being hit by a car.
5. He’s not polite enough. But then again, he’s been cheated by a supposedly impartial party, and continues to be cheated by the press because he really and truly wants big money out of politics when that can’t be allowed to happen if money isn’t to continue to buy opposition to change!
4TH DEMOCRATIC DEBATE
August 1, 2019 § Leave a comment
4th DEMOCRATIC DEBATE:
JOE BIDEN FACT CHECK: He insisted, “I support a woman’s right to choose”, but just last year Biden made a paid speech supporting anti-abortion Republican Fred Upton for $200,000.
KAMALA HARRIS FACT CHECK: She said, “I took on the big banks”. She didn’t prosecute Steve Mnuchin, though, who illegally foreclosed on homes. Her office found over a thousand instances of fraud and recommended prosecution, which she refused to do.
CORY BOOKER. Somehow the leading issue last night, healthcare, didn’t come up so Booker didn’t get caught. He has said, “We’ve put a pause on receiving contributions from pharma companies because it arouses so much criticism.” We pause until I get elected?
JULIAN CASTRO FAILED FLINT: “People don’t have to wonder what I would do. I’ve actually done it. I was Secretary for Urban Housing and Development when Flint had it’s water crisis. I went to Flint. We did what we could”. And the problem was never addressed, still exists …
TULSI GABBARD speaking some truth: The Trans-Pacific Partnership, “a panel of international corporations whose rulings would supersede any domestic law” and “end these regime-change wars”.
This is transnational finance exerting enormous influence over global policy making money in 1. risky financial speculation, 2. wars and war preparation, and the 3. privatization of public institutions, their best sources of revenue being the worldwide flow of free capital, dollar hegemony, and access to oil.
JOE BIDEN at the beginning again incoherent.
“I’d be happy to discuss it more in detail if the senator would want to. I -err you know, I look at … Anyway. I, that’s what I think. I know what my plan does! And I think it’s not dissimilar from what the senator said we should be working together on getting things done …
The fact is the bills that the president … excuse me … the future president, here … that the senator’s taking about …”
A weaker debate all around than yesterday’s. This debate was free of yesterday’s detailed proposals and ideas for the change that will present the electorate with a different Democratic Party than the one that lost to Donald Trump last time. Biden, Harris, and Booker (at the start) today struggled even to put words in the right order.
Democratic Debate July 30
July 31, 2019 § Leave a comment
FACT CHECK: Richard Zinman, JP Morgan, gave Buttigieg $2,000 in late April. James Mahoney, the head of global communications and public policy at Bank of America gave $2,000 in June. Former chief at Goldman, Bob Rubin, who worked at the bank for over two decades and later became Treasury secretary under President Bill Clinton gave a total of $8,400 to Biden, Buttigieg and Harris.
The Michael Powell classic that remains out in the cold
March 2, 2011 § Leave a comment
Previously thought of as an abomination, Michael Powell’s Peeping Tom is now, if not rehabilitated, then long been given its due as a masterpiece. Currently, Powell and Emeric Pressburger are even overturning Francois Truffaut’s ruling on British film with their The Red Shoes. It has been deemed worthy of screening at 50+ cinemas in France during the first two months of 2011 alone. But there is one film that remains which though a great example of Powell’s art, is refused entrance into the pantheon by critics and Powell Pressburger fanatics alike. No UK VHS release exists let alone a stand-alone DVD. It even boasts Emeric Pressburger as screenwriter, marking the culmination of their masterful feature film collaboration. The film in question is the routinely maligned They’re A Weird Mob made in Australia in 1966. The struggle to set aside preconceptions is well worth it, the film being richly deserving of a fresh look.
In the 1940s and ’50s, the partnership of Powell and Pressburger produced exquisitely beautiful films. Never in a merely ornamental way, these often deviated wildly from the path favoured in Britain of realism. The Red Shoes, Black Narcissus, A Matter of Life and Death, The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp and Tales of Hoffmann were not in the least about ordinary people. Against such a background, even the title They’re A Weird Mob is so jarring as to dislodge perception. Worse, the rest of this film of the Italian migrant Nino Culotta’s (Walter Chiari) beginning in Australia concerns itself with the down-to-earth fellowship offered between men who get their hands dirty. And yet it is a hilarious, inventive and beautifully played film — one for Powell and Pressburger enthusiasts to be proud of.
They’re A Weird Mob is said to be one of Powell and Pressburger’s worst. The film is commonly spoken of as containing none of Powell’s characteristic visual invention and artistic experiment. These aspects can only be evident, of course, if viewers allow themselves to accept what their eyes are showing them. Second only to Ian Christie in importance as a writer espousing the Powell-Pressburger cause, Andrew Moore concedes the “expressionistic” wavering visuals as Nino succumbs to the heat on the building site. But even Moore chooses then to negate it by decrying the sequence as crude and “roughly cut”. There is apparently no account taken for the fact that the roughness is coherent, certainly, in terms of subject.
Nino’s intended workplace, at the La Seconda Madre publication of his absconded uncle, provides another set readily exploited for full expressionistic effect by an imagination which was up for it. Exhausted, he sleeps out of necessity in the shambles of discarded magazines in what was to be his office. Culotta collapses in a heap, his sports editor name plate perched by his nose. As he washes using magazines as shorts and towel and sits in a throne made of piles of them overseeing his wrecked prospects, we laugh and feel for him simultaneously. Chiari’s performance is wonderful and even given credit in some quarters. “The acting is mostly indifferent” sums up the critical consensus though.
The cream of Australian stage and screen – names and faces that have cropped up everywhere there since – filled the parts of They’re A Weird Mob. Every actor here is so talented that they easily bring off all that is asked of them. The final scenes, for instance, are beautifully played. Emeric Pressburger’s script helps greatly, as in the thrust and parry of the verbal duel between Nino and his potential father-in-law. Equally great is the subsequent scene of the builders meeting Nino’s supposedly posh girlfriend. The nudges from one to the next along the complete length of the sofa to come up with a suitable reply, until the last who adds “yeah”, are hilarious.
“Thoughts and feelings, surprises, suspense, accident” was Emeric Pressburger’s assessment to Michael Powell of what a story is made up of. They’re A Weird Mob is another film where Pressburger’s screenwriting was invaluable. Powell turned to “Richard Imre”, as was Pressburger’s nom de plume at the time, when Powell and writer John O’Grady’s best attempts had failed. Their final combined effort brought forth revealing tangents that would have been shorn from lesser films. As Nino and his Australian co-worker look in a shed for working clothes for the dapper Italian, the latter reveals his impressions of Italy when there in the war. Incidental details sparkle with the added depth they offer: the faithfully reproduced Italian song at the wedding Nino is best man at, and the long, long camera pan down the table filled, from end to end with the food of the old country. Even better is a scene which is one of the furthest from the gorgeous spectacle of the superior people of Powell and Pressburger’s previous films, that of the wife of his boss at the home they share with Culotta, cutting her toenails on the sofa in front of him.
They’re A Weird Mob is, in fact, packed with ideas, including some of which are reminiscent of past glories. A note from the girl Nino aims to win recalls those prominent letters of I Know Where I’m Going! and Black Narcissus. The rain falling then, drenching it as he reads, is the force of nature once again taking a hand as with the mystical winds of Gone To Earth and Black Narcissus, and the final moments of torrential rain in the latter. The enclosed interiors of Small Back Room and The Spy In Black, in turn, are recalled by the shots within the changing cabin at the beach. Far more so than in its echoes of the past though, They’re A Weird Mob stands on its own singular style and inventiveness in which the stunning visuals and marvellous sets of the past Powell-Pressburger partnership have no place.
A search of the They’re A Weird Mob, using not search terms but the attributes imagination and creativity, brings forth many results. Witness the rapid cutting of the cement mixer sequence; the shadow of Chiari’s hand as he gestures to get the attention of Kay Kelly (Claire Dunne) at the beach, resting for a moment on her friend’s bottom; the likeness of a fish evocatively etched into the rock by an earlier visitor to the plot of land he’s bought to make his home; the subsequent sudden daydream of himself, his girl and their future sons; the beer crates thrown over fences, from back yard to back yard down the hill to the party; and the final shot of the Harbour Bridge being turned its right way up for northern hemisphere viewers. The warmth and wit barely let up.
A couple of decades after the release of They’re A Weird Mob; the Guardian newspaper referred to the ghastliness of the material. “Ghastly”! Recently, an amateur reviewer wrote, “Simply put; I’d not allowed them to fail”. In fact, Powell’s audience hadn’t, and still won’t, allow him to change. Esteemed critics and writers who are confirmed Powell and Pressburger acolytes have spoken of They’re A Weird Mob’s lack of sophistication. The film has been called rough and ready as if this necessitates a lack of quality. According to Powell, Rank wanted, at the time of release, to cut down on the work scenes and beer scenes; Powell suggested that it “soured their delicate stomachs”. Even present-day fans, enraptured by ballet, opera, and tales of poets, lairds, generals, nuns, impresarios, magistrates, commodores, scientists and squires balk at the contrast presented by They’re A Weird Mob.
Michael Powell noted that writer John O’Grady’s character, Nino Culotta, translates as John Big-Bum. John Big-Bum seems so utterly removed from the worlds of Lermantov et al as to be practically an admission of failure in advance to uphold the standards of John’s predecessors in Powell and Pressburger films. Then They’re A Weird Mob, once begun, quickly launches into the near-constant conversational cursing which enabled Powell to get it through the censors unscathed. Fans of the intense, magus-like patriarchs, and marvellously rarified atmosphere they inhabit within Powell and Pressburger’s oeuvre, soon experience the stripping away of the last vestiges of their sympathy. But They’re A Weird Mob shouldn’t be the embarrassment it is to Powell and Pressburger fans, or for that matter to modern Australians, who will see fair, enlightened Australians in the supporting cast’s willingness to believe in an outsider’s potential.
They’re A Weird Mob actually lacks nothing at all in its so-called “lack of sophistication”. What place would sophistication have in this movie? Here, is the crux of the misconception of the film as a bad one. With viewers conditioned to respond to magnificent set design and exquisite visuals, and characters who correspond to a whole other plane to those here, there is no chance that this film could make the grade. But They’re A Weird Mob is a classic nevertheless, and wonderful in its own way; The film’s coming in out of the cold is long overdue after taking twice as long — and counting — as Peeping Tom to be allowed to do so.
Baffling Brilliance: The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp.
October 21, 2010 § Leave a comment
I gave Blimp another shot tonight! My 2nd film of the PnP festival in Stockholm. I left disorientated as usual. This is an almost 3-hour story of a career soldier, which eschews all scenes of violence. A career soldier who is foolishly and dangerously innocent but with such a capacity for love that he must see the image of the love he had let leave again and again in other women.
What is Clive doing during the middle of the film: the WW1 section? Delivering a message?
t seems to me to be a flimsy device to show him as getting another chance to capture the image which haunts him. I can understand, though, that it’s a brilliant idea, in that as it is his memory, he picks out what matters to him — the end of the war moments and seeing her image again — while the rest fades to unimportance. I like the thought that she didn’t, in fact, look as we see her because Candy’s memory has made her an exact copy of Edith rather than a likeness. Then there’s Murdoch’s remark too: “She must be a very common looking girl”. You imagine how pervasive is the hold on him of the loss of Edith, that he has been struck again and again in different places by likenesses of her. I think it’s the sudden shift into a stronger sense of unreality (unreliable memoir) that throws me, in the unreal-looking, bombed-out set where Candy and Murdoch are alone as the war ends and the skylark sings on queue, causing them to raise their heads in the necessary artificial looking pose to listen.
The era of the “second Edith” ends with a brilliant piece of writing which struck home with me for the first time this evening. Candy starts humming the tune from 1902 and his meeting with Edith, and his wife, who represents her to him, stops him from doing it. It’s a wonderful way of showing that although he believes he now has what he’s been searching for, the woman who is his wife has nothing whatever to do with that fateful time in Berlin and there is no connection at all.
I’m sure it’s just me, but the Boer War-era sequence seems overwritten, the only occasion when considering their ’40′s output that I would say this. But probably the seeming excess of talk, plus the pace and the farce all reflects their youth. The rule book sequence slows the film down again, and it and the fencing introduction seem like a perfect miniature within the film. Certainly my preference, though, is for the superb last section, during WW2. I’m mad about Anton Wallbrook as Lermantov, but believe Roger Livesey’s performance as the old man outstrips his in Blimp. There’s always praise for Wallbrook’s speech as a refugee, but Livesey’s “I never got over it” I think is as good or better. The whole of this final section is amazingly good and is carried to a great extent by Livesey’s performance. Deborah Kerr’s Johnny is also excellent. Her three characters do have distinct personalities though their strong-mindedness makes them appear similar.
I really should rank Blimp up there with The Red Shoes, A Canterbury Tale, A Matter of Life and Death, Peeping Tom, Small Back Room and Black Narcissus. At every screening of The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, I see something else great about it, and one day may appreciate the farce, changes of pace, plus the artificiality of the middle, really to get to like it, and rather than keep getting thrown off the scent!
A marvellous though infuriating resource
September 9, 2010 § Leave a comment
David Thomson’s “New Biographical Dictionary of Film”, is a wonderful tome of essays rather than simply film reviews. The man has in no uncertain terms a gift for divining the core of these actors and directors, offering believable explanations as to what makes them tick psychologically. Who would choose the standard guide in preference to having these names brought to life before our eyes by a few well-chosen remarks (and much insight)? I’ve been gorging myself on this book over these last weeks, opening it at random and diving in.
Given what I say there seems to be no reason to downgrade the achievement. It happens in reviews of the book though, consistent with the level of hurt felt at the damning words given to our favourites. When a common-or-garden film guide fails to praise a film that they obviously should, they have few words to set about it with, and it’s mostly concerns little more than a score out of five. This book, on the other hand, has the space to twist and twist again, the knife, and after all, that’s the strength of Thomson’s compendium, that it gets to the innards of its subjects. Thomson creates the opportunity for himself not only to be wrong but to be very wrong. I admire the Biographical Dictionary as incisive and well-written rather than opinionated but am not alone in believing Thomson to be terribly opinionated when he puts down my favourites.
It was my misfortune to begin the book (and thereafter put it down for a lo-o-ong while) by turning to the section on Charlie Chaplin. It’s been the style for some years now not to put up with the sentiment within his work (with which, in fact, he gave comedy depth and meaning by focussing on the life of those at the bottom). Unfortunately, Thomson’s method doesn’t allow for exceptions to the rule and especially not when faced with icons. So, Chaplin’s early Mutual years’ genius can not possibly be credited as such. For Laurel and Hardy too, Thomson gives a poor showing, wasting space on this occasion by blithely supposing an element of homosexuality (which of course is more of a flashy eye-opener than the pair’s really rather plain misogyny) instead of looking at their great work, through perhaps not comprehending it.
On other occasions, the author admits to being ignorant of the films of a director (such as Maurice Tournier)before proceeding to dismiss them, which does down the medium he has obviously spent so much time on. Thomson appears to have little comprehension of wild, unruly and inventive fantasy, apparently finding it an affront (the Coen’s brothers’ Hudsucker Proxy; “travesty” I believe he said!) He will often though stick “brilliant” or even “magnificent” in front of an unknown film which will turn out to be justifiably unknown. (See, or rather, don’t see, Philip Seymour Hoffman’s unchanging troubled expression and huffing in Owning Mahowney.) He can never be said to be a snob, however. See the section on Eddie Murphy for an example of an actor that no film snob who would buy this book could like.
If readers can (eventually) move beyond Thomson’s obviously utterly mistaken take on some of their favourites, like Fellini, John Ford, Chaplin etc, etc, then they will find this book to be truly a marvelous resource.
When an art form is mature enough to play with knives
September 3, 2010 § Leave a comment
Peeping Tom
How to find this one boring? Britfilm surrounding it on both sides though, which made the UK look like the emotionally stunted runt of world cinema, sure. There were the stiff-upper-lipped boys’ war games, as railed against in another masterwork by Michael Powell (with Emeric Pressburger), Colonel Blimp; the disaffected but deadly dull young men & films; Hammer barely scratching imagination’s surface; the god-awful farce. PT is the idea-filled film to match those of France of the time, and the work of a mature filmmaker to rank with those of Japan. It is proof that, on occasion, Britfilm wasn’t doomed to be underdeveloped…
The silent film tradition continued through Powell’s devotion to that most cinematic era in his foregrounding of image, image backed to the hilt by depth of feeling. Peeping Tom marshals limited resources magnificently in a film with a multiplicity of ideas; It is bursting with ideas, being visually powerful but with feet firmly rooted to the ground. The British critics, hamstrung in their treatment of Powell due to their hang-up, the need for so-called realism, couldn’t abide the real thing illustrating the complexities of the human psyche compared to the clear-cut lines they had the emotional range to deal with. They wished to ‘flush it swiftly down the nearest sewer’. The sordid side of life was shown to bear no class barriers; and the to-be-despised killer could be a victim capable of great tenderness, the direct result of one (the father) deemed as most worthy of respect. The British ‘highbrow’ critics could never really make head or tail of Powell and Pressburger’s propensity for showing that people are complex and not subject to Britfilm’s absurdly linear and pat ‘realism’. The earlier ‘Colonel Blimp’ was Pressburger’s triumph of a character of many sides, a fully formed flawed character, and far more real and hard to understand than those conforming to British realism.
Peeping Tom bears all sorts of analysis though never for being anything as dull as the ‘psychological’ tag that would be doled out to any ‘horror’ film that apparently requires one to think. This film is simply ‘intelligent’, the intelligent of Bergman’s ‘Seventh Seal’ or Nicholas Ray’s ‘Johnny Guitar’, with an equally masterful mustering of the visuals despite not having the technicolor of his glory days, of more than a decade before…















