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Revelation: I am most perfectly, unselfconsciously happy when watching superhero movies. So the list now goes (in reverse chronological order of discovery):
If someone managed to put all three together and then proposed marriage, I would very likely be just drunk enough on endorphins to say yes.
JENSEN
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it, is that clear?! You think you have merely stopped a business deal — that is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back. It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity, it is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations! There are no peoples! There are no Russians. There are no Arabs! There are no third worlds! There is no West! There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-variate, multi-national dominion of dollars! Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, Reichmarks, rubles, rin, pounds and shekels! It is the international system of currency that determines the totality of life on this planet! That is the natural order of things today! That is the atomic, subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and you will atone! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale?
(BEAT)
You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen, and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and Dupont, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state — Karl Marx? They pull out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories and minimax solutions and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable by-laws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale! It has been since man crawled out of the slime, and our children, Mr. Beale, will live to see that perfect world in which there is no war and famine, oppression and brutality — one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you to preach this evangel, Mr. Beale.HOWARD
Why me?JENSEN
Because you’re on television, dummy.(Network, 1976)
Today on the show, Terry is talking with Ty Burr, the film critic for The Boston Globe and author of the new book Gods Like Us: On Movie Stardom and Modern Fame. Burr talks about the star-making machine of early Hollywood and so as a little prep-reading, I thought I’d highlight this great piece from The Hairpin about Theda Bara by Anne Helen Petersen that really gets to the strange heart of the Hollywood image factory.
“Scandals of Classic Hollywood: The Most Wicked Face of Theda Bara”:
This image was unlike any publicity concoction we’ve ever seen. Sure, Hollywood regularly erased stars’ histories, but rarely as boldly, and with such little concern for credibility, as it did with Bara’s. Fox didn’t just give Bara a new name or a new ethnicity, it made her a creature of the underworld. Sure, part of this was just good, old-fashioned publicity playfulness, with the majority of the American public in on the joke. But part of it — namely, the conflation of ethnicity with sexuality and “otherness” — was a manifestation of the Western obsession with “Orientalism,” sometimes known as “white people fetishizing Eastern cultures to reaffirm their own whiteness.” Her success, in other words, was part of a large-scale desire to look at otherness while simultaneously disavowing it in oneself — a complicated psychic process not unlike that of watching most reality television.
This may sound like an odd question, but: would anyone like a slightly damaged limited edition Primer poster?
Here’s what happened: I ordered one late last year. It arrived, sloppily packaged, with one end dented. It wasn’t cheap, so I complained. After a series of increasingly comical mishaps, I got a new one. So now I have two. I don’t need two. Here’s what the dents look like.
If you want it, just reply to this post. Replies only please. No asks, reblogs, etc. If multiple people reply, I’ll pick a name out of a hat in a few days.
“I am loath even to have thoughts which I cannot publish.”
Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592)
“Some of his critics accused him of, in effect, oversharing, in the manner of a narcissistic Facebook status update. One was appalled that he should think it worthwhile to tell his readers which sort of wine he preferred. Montaigne also happened to mention that his penis was small. Two 17th-century theologians who were instrumental in getting his “Essais” placed on the Vatican’s index of prohibited books, where it stayed from 1676 to 1854, accused him of “a ridiculous vanity” and of showing too little shame for his vices.”
COME ON, selection committee. MU was a shoo-in!
The silver lining was seeing Big Jim eat the camera on live TV. Classic Big Jim.
In-character Tumblr for Monsters University is my favorite thing today.