Tag: Entertainment/Culture

Hollywood elites shows why they are douchebags

Clint Eastwood made a pro-US/pro-military movie, and like with everything the guy does, it is kicking ass and taking names, and as expected it is pissing off the liberal cunts that hate both and they are whining about it.

The problem is that these liberal elites think the idea of a good war movie is one where America and Americans are painted as the bad guys, or at a minimum as dolts that do evil things because they are too stupid to know better, and anything that says otherwise, especially when it ends up earning at the box office unlike the crap they produce and like, needs to be cock blocked. This is a move made out of desperation and envy, and what they are really questioning isn’t the content of the movie, but the fact evil Americans prefer the stuff that makes America look good over the bullshit they want to peddle.

Let me remind you that this is not the only genre of movies that Hollywood struggles with: religion movies produce the same results and problems for them. They are furious that movies of any kind that contradict the liberal narrative and idiotic beliefs does well. They have pissed away millions making junk movies with the liberal message only to watch them flop. The narrative then was America had no stomach for this stuff. Then someone like Eastwood puts out a movie on the subject and the thing rocks, crumbling the whole house of cards they have spent so much efforts erecting.

Hollywood’s problem is that liberal douchebags have been trying to push the liberal agenda in the drivel they pass off a deep cinema, and they have failed to garner the support they believe they are due, and anything that gets in the way of that narrative – America is bad, Americans are bad if they are not liberal pussies, and that the drivel the left beliefs in is what is real despite the evidence to the contrary – must be attacked. Fuck them. The best way to do has been laid out for us too: watch the stuff that is good and ignore the liberal drivel. Money talks, and their bullshit can walk. The fuckwads in Hollywood have tried to kill off anyone and anything that doesn’t conform to the liberal agenda, and people like Eastwood and the movies he makes will always be attacked for failing to comply.

The tears of liberal pansies are ambrosia. Enjoy them. Go Clint!

The Pravda

Speaking of the decline of entertainment:

Robert Redford has signed on to play Dan Rather in Truth, a film based on the 2005 memoir Truth and Duty: The Press, the President, and the Privilege of Power.

The book, written by Rather’s producer Mary Mapes, centers on the firestorm that erupted in September of 2004 after Rather reported that George W. Bush had received special treatment while serving in the Air National Guard during the Vietnam War, a report that was based on some documents that were suspected to be forgeries.

Suspected? The documents were such obvious forgeries that some of the liberal bloggers were the first to proclaim them as such. They were very evidently written on Microsoft office and printed on a laser printer. You can read Megan McArdle who goes point-by-point through CBS’s story and Mapes’ subsequent book pointing out that it was obviously a bad a story and any journalist who wasn’t sick the day they taught journalism in journalism school would have seen it. And any journalists who didn’t have her head three feet up her own ass would have realized her horrible mistake quickly:

You can argue that Mapes was missing key pieces of information. Only after the documents aired, for instance, did Killian’s secretary and others point out problems with the jargon used in the documents. With the time pressure she was under, it’s possible to argue — as I have — that Mapes made a forgivable mistake.

What happened next, however, was not forgivable. Even after all the problems were pointed out; even after Bill Burkett changed his story to say that he got his documents from the mysterious “Lucy Ramirez”; even after the typewriter expert Mapes had been unable to contact analyzed the documents and offered his opinion that they were very unlikely to have been written on the typewriters available at the time … even after all this, Mapes insisted that she was right about the documents, and everyone else was either the enabler or the victim of a vast right-wing conspiracy. Of course, refusing to accept that you’ve made an enormous mistake is natural behavior. But at some point, you have to be able to see the obvious.

Other people could, which is why CBS retracted the story, why Mapes and Rather were pushed out, and why the consensus among journalists — from conservative magazines to Mother Jones — is that the documents were faked and Mapes was had.

Like Megan, I don’t think that Rather and Mapes were being evil, at least at first. I think it illustrates a subtle point about the liberal bias in the media: they don’t apply the skepticism to claims about conservatives that they apply to, say, claims that Bill Clinton raped someone. Rather and Mapes wanted to believe their story was true because they didn’t like Bush and we were in a close election.

Everyone has cognitive biases, which is why I sometimes wish the press would give up their pretense of objectivity. But once it became obvious the story was bogus, they crossed the line from gullibility to mendacity. And now Hollywood is going to make a movie glamorizing them starring one of the leads from All the President’s Men, a movie about a genuine journalistic investigation.

The thing is, I can confidently predict two things about this movie: it will be praised by the media and it will flop. This happens all the time with these liberal “issue” movies. There was The Contender, a movie so obviously about the Clinton scandals that Roger Ebert, in a five star review, decided the villain in the piece was Ken Starr. It was praised by critics and nominated for two awards. And it made $22 million because the public didn’t give a shit how “awful” Republican investigations of Clinton were.

Then, in the 2000’s, we had numerous films about the Iraq War: Redacted, In the Valley of Elah, Stop-Loss, etc. Each was praised and each flopped because the public didn’t want to watch them. The only movie that had even moderate success — The Hurt Locker — did so because it was apolitical (although I’m of the opinion that the Academy tapped it for Best Picture under the mistaken belief that it was an anti-war film).

There has been some success of political films in the documentary arena. But Fahrenheit 9/11 was the only one that made serious box office scratch and that almost entirely because it cashed in at precisely the right moment for anti-Bush bullshit.

This movie will flop. It will make about a hundredth of what that shitty Shade of Grey movie is going to make. Because no one wants to see a movie about how poor poor Dan Rather and poor Mary Mapes were really the good guys when they put obviously forged documents on the air to try to influence an election. No one wants to hear their excuse-making about vast right wing conspiracies.

Still … it’s a good illustration of how the Left, including the Hollywood Left, are still suffering from Bush Derangement Syndrome.

All Your Channels Belong To Us

Hmmm:

Comcast said Thursday it had agreed to buy Time Warner Cable for $45 billion in a deal that would combine the two biggest cable companies in the United States.

If the deal is approved, the combined group will be the country’s dominant provider of television channels and Internet connections, reaching roughly one in three American homes.

If this deal goes through, Comcast will control one-third of the cable market, dwarfing any other provider and having virtual monopoly in parts of the country (that’s one estimate; I’ve seen other figures as high as 42%).

There’s some question about whether the Administration will seek to scuttle this deal, as they did the AT&T/T-Mobile deal. Despite my libertarianism, I think they should.

Here’s why: cable is not a free market in this country. It is a controlled market where certain cable companies are given fiefdoms in most cities. They are regulated to some extent, but the consumer really doesn’t have a choice. I have Comcast. In Texas, I had Time Warner. In both instance, I had no real alternative.

If cable were a free market, then I would have a lot less of a problem with this deal since small cable companies would be able to out-compete the leviathan that Comcast/Time-Warner is going to be. But that’s not the case. If this deal were to be approved, it would have to come with a gigantic overhaul of telecom law that allows — or in some cases forces — markets to be open.

I don’t know if the Obama Administration will scuttle this. You may remember that the Most Transparent Administration Ever Which Has Totally Ended the Revolving Door approved Comcast’s acquisition of NBC. Then one of the commissioners who approved the deal got a high-paying job with Comcast immediately after approving the deal. So it’s possible that if Comcast waves enough money and future jobs around, this will go through even if it completely hoses the consumer.

Hey Mr DJ: Record Keepers Edition

It’s business as usual. The Admininstration continues to ignore its rampant scandals, another mass shooter terrorizes the nation and prompts calls for gun control, and the fully dysfunctional federal government prepares to pretend to have a debate about whether it should borrow even more money that it can never pay back to pay for wars that can’t be won, bloated and crooked entitlement programs, and the all-around regulatory/bureaucratic/corporate/financial nightmare that is ObamaCare–which Congress will neither be subject to for themselves nor will they defund it for us. Since I already have at least one DJ thread dedicated to all of the above, I guess there’s nothing to talk about but music.

I’m very much a product of the digital age, owning absolutely no CD’s. I typically only download music track by track and I have come to realize that I have extremely few actual “favorite” bands despite such a huge MP3 collection. My musical library is simply all songs I like and that’s it. On the rare occasion that I do download an album, it’s not uncommon for me to delete the songs I don’t like to keep my library from getting cluttered. For example, I kept exactly four songs from David Bowie’s The Next Day in my collection within a month of downloading it. If you were to ask me about any good albums that came out in 2013, I’d tell you Next Day is totally one of them, but in truth, that would be because there are two songs I really liked on it and two others I think are okay.

There are some artists who I really, really like such as The Talking Heads, Radiohead, Muse, and Tool; but if you talk to me about certain albums or even name members of the band, I will likely as not draw a blank. Bands that I consider my “favorites” generally just have a cluster of songs that I enjoy or a distinctive style that tickles my fancy. I don’t really care what set the drummer uses or even what country the band is from.

See, I think I have good taste in music (and you guys can be the judge of that) but I’m also aware that I’m extremely ignorant about music. So that’s where you come in. You’ve probably noticed that I clearly favor Alternative, Punk, and some Metal from the late 70’s to the present (or the same genres for the span of my entire life). The only variety I have is what I get from friends. And you fucking people. You’d be amazed at how much the DJ threads from years of doing this so closely resembles my own library. It’s there because you share <3.

Here are the options:

1. You WILL Appreciate This, You Poser Bastard: Albums with brilliant stories, styles, or even subtlety that I’m just not getting. There are some tracks that are incomplete without the rest of the album and always will be. Tell me all about it.

2. Faves and Raves: Who do you most enjoy and why?

3. The Standard Bearer: The albums that best exemplify the achievements of a particular band. What does it say of their sound, attitude, or even genre.

Biggie G: In my opinion, you have truly exceptional taste and a superb knowledge of music. Allow me to share Above by Mad Season from I’m Above. This is probably the #1 album of my life, partly because of my reverence for Layne Staley and partly because I was at the height of my youth, when such things get crystallized. This was one album I could just listen to straight through over and over again, but I can’t tell you I have a favorite song from it. It just…is.

WVR: You seem to closely identify with my mindset, as far as I can tell from the selections you post every week. You like a wide spectrum of damn good music, yet rarely throw anything totally god-damn crazy at the group. For you, I have Jimmy by Tool from Aenima. I love things that are dark and beautiful and this whole album succeeds at both. I knew this album by heart through the late 90’s, every lyric and every sound.

MY: A man of two worlds. Loved rock in youth, and a fan of good, old fashioned ass-kicking country in maturity. For you, only Johnny Cash will do. A deep, complex man who described the world as truthfully as any man with a good sense of justice could see it. Johnny Cash, of course, is also in both the Rock n’ Roll and Country Music Halls of Fame. One Piece at a Time

InsipiD: I confess that I still haven’t got you figured out. That’s not a negative, by any means. I completely approve of everything you post, even though I don’t recognize all of it. You’re not married to any particular decade or genre, but you pick solid stuff from all; classic rock to gangsta rap. Still, I think my dedications with you are more “miss” than hit. Eventually, I’ll get it right! Today, however, I’m taking another random stab and you get The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen. What I consider to be a perfect song. This is pretty typical of my combination of taste and ignorance in that I have maybe half a dozen songs that I like by this band but I seriously cannot name a single album by them without looking it up. It’s also a good expression of how I haven’t yet figured out your style.

stogy: Man, I will never figure you out. You’re on a different level from me, as cherubim are to dragonflies. Usually, I just throw a dedication out to you, duck, and wait to see what comes back at me. This is no exception. Hard to Beat by Hi-Fi.

Santino: I adore the guts out of you and I don’t care who knows it. You know your stuff like no other and you’re almost single-handedly my most reliable barometer for great new music. Even your guilty pleasures are epic. I mean, how is this not just symbolic of all that is happy and good on this Earth? PS: kevinmkr says hi. He said on Wednesday that the three of us need to team up and assault the mitten state for a glorious beer tour. I second it.

pfluffy: As you all know, if I were an evil wizard, I’d feel like I could confidently rely on her to defend one of my horcruxes. We appreciate the same era and sound for all the right reasons. Indeed, I behave even gayer for Jerry Cantrell than I do for Santino. It is a rare treat to encounter anyone on the Web who really gets where you’re coming from. I am thankful for your presence here every week. For you, I have what I have said before is the song of my life from my second-favorite AIC album. Don’t Follow.

Those of you who didn’t contribute anything last week are probably totally wishing you had. I did make an exception for Biggie since he’s brilliant and all that.

Ebert Gone

Roger Ebert has died. As you can probably guess, I didn’t see eye to eye with Ebert on politics. In fact, the first post I ever did for the old Moorewatch site was a rebuttal of many of the things Ebert said in his Sicko! review.

But as a film critic, I thought he was great. From my “Ebert is wrong post” (which has some language I’m not proud of, but won’t flush down the memory hole):

Roger Ebert is one of the great film critics (check out the insight of the last two paragraphs of today’s review). There are very few who can get a general audience excited about art films and Ebert is one of them. He’s never been a kaffeeklatsch critic who just wants to sit around with other critics and discuss Citizen Kane. He wants everyone to be excited about great film. He’s turned me on to a number of great films, notably Grave of the Fireflies.

Grave of the Fireflies, by the way, if you are ever feeling too happy and want to feel awful for a couple of days. It is a great film. And like many great films — United 93, for example — I can only watch it every few years.)

One of my favorite Ebert reviews was one I disagreed with. He wrote a long review of Return of the King justifying his three-star rating and explaining why he thought it was good but not what it could have been (I can’t link right now as the Sun Times server is flooded). I didn’t agree with him but I saw his argument and respected his opinion. I love articles that make me think and make me say, “I think you’re wrong, but you make a good argument.”

What was really fun was when Ebert would return to a movie and re-evaluate it. He liked The Big Lebowski, but later added it to his Great Movies list. The same with Planes, Trains and Automobiles. There are probably a dozen movies I would place an all-time great list that I wouldn’t have seen had Ebert not flogged them.

He wrote thousands of reviews, multiple books and a well-trafficked blog that touched on everything including politics. Roger Ebert loved movies and his love was infectious. He was a gifted writer, a gifted critic and a critical voice in understanding film over five decades. RIP.

Friday Five: Oscar Upsets

Oscar nominees came out earlier this week. I don’t take the Oscars terribly seriously anymore since they’ve long since beclowned themselves. Even the people I know who watch it do so for the spectacle and the celebrities. But I did get to thinking: what are the worst Oscar winners? You can pick anything: directors, actor, actress, best special effects if you’re that passionate about it.

My five?

Shakespeare in Love over Saving Private Ryan: This is really what motivated the post. Shakespeare was a decent but forgettable movie. Even now, I can barely remember what it was about except that Gwyneth Paltrow took her clothes off. Saving Private Ryan was an extraordinary movie that changed war films forever. Everything since has followed in its large boot print. I’ve watched it half a dozen times and it is still shattering. This abomination of a pick was when I stopped caring about Oscars.

How Green Was My Vally over Citizen Kane: Green is actually not a bad movie. But Kane was great and changed film-making. And the Hollywood celebs, who always tell us how brave they are, geeked when Hearst told them to.

Annie Hall over Star Wars: Hey, I’m Jewish. I like Annie Hall. It’s not a bad movie. It’s even good. Star Wars, however, was a great movie.

Crash over Anything: Crash was a movie I liked on initial seeing but came to dislike the more I thought about it. It is lessons about race taught with a sledge hammer. Any of the other four nominees would have been better. Revenge of the Sith would have ben a better choice.

Meryl Streep’s Thatcher caricature in The Iron Lady: I realize I am out on a limb on this and much of my ire is for the movie itself, which seemed to enjoy Thatcher’s senility more than her extraordinary career. But while Streep looked and sounded like Thatcher, she carried none of the presence that Thatcher did. I know people who met Thatcher and every single one — even those that hated her — talked about how compelling a figure she was, how she absolutely commanded the attention of everyone in the room. Streep … didn’t. In a career filled with great performances, this was the one the Academy recognized?

Honorable Mention: The Greatest Show on Earth over anything else. Forrest Gump over Shawshank Redemption. I Just Called to Say I Love You over Purple Rain — really? Gandhi over ET — even Attenborough said this was a bad choice. Driving Miss Daisy — seriously? A Beautiful Mind over Fellowship of the Ring, which had the knock on effect of denying an Oscar to Master and Commander. Rain Man over Dangerous Liasons. I could go all day.

Your five?

Psy Sighs

As you may have heard, there’s a bit of controversy about the guy behind the Gangham Style video (which I am proud to have still not watched).

n 2004, Psy allegedly rapped the following:

Kill those fucking Yankees who have been torturing Iraqi captives.

Kill those fucking Yankees who ordered them to torture.

Kill their daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law and fathers.

Kill them all slowly and painfully.

The lyrics and English translation — which we’re told by a Korean speaker is correct — were posted as a CNN iReport two months ago and picked up recently by Twitchy and Mediaite. His appearance at the concert is apparently well documented in Korean media.

Psy was no kid when he said that; he was 27 years old; old enough to understand what he was saying. This weekend, he issued an apology:

“As a proud South Korean who was educated in the United States and lived there for a very significant part of my life, I understand the sacrifices American servicemen and women have made to protect freedom and democracy in my country and around the world. The song in question — from eight years ago — was part of a deeply emotional reaction to the war in Iraq and the killing of two innocent Korean civilians that was part of the overall antiwar sentiment shared by others around the world at that time,” the statement read. “While I’m grateful for the freedom to express one’s self I’ve learned there are limits to what language is appropriate and I’m deeply sorry for how these lyrics could be interpreted. I will forever be sorry for any pain I have caused anyone by those words.

“I have been honored to perform in front of American soldiers in recent months — including an appearance on the Jay Leno show specifically for them — and I hope they and all Americans can accept my apology,” the statement concluded. “While it’s important we express our opinions, I deeply regret the inflammatory and inappropriate language I used to do so. In my music I try to give people a release, a reason to smile. I have learned that though music, our universal language we can all come together as a culture of humanity and I hope that you will accept my apology.”

I’m not amused by the “could be interpreted” things since it’s pretty clear what those lyrics meant, no interpretation required. But I can comfortably say that this apology will probably triple the number of times I’ve watched “Gangham Style”.

I’ll throw this open to the floor. Assuming you weren’t ignoring Psy to begin with, what do you think? I tend to be a bit outraged out these days. In the Information Age, stupid shit clings to you forever (says the guy with two blogs and a Twitter account). If he’d said it last week, I’d be polishing my pitchfork. But eight years ago at the height of Abu Ghraib scandal and after the Yangju Highway Incident? I just don’t have the energy to be constantly offended. I’m not willing to let Psy slide, per se. I haven’t put a dime in the man’s pocket and I’m still not planning to. But I’m not going to go the full Michael Moore either.

Hey Mr DJ: Ring of Power Edition

The Hobbit comes out in theaters next weekend. I’m a life-long fan of the book. No surprises there. Still, I’ll pass on seeing it in the theater. A night out at the movies is too much to spend for a story that I already know. And if I need to see awe-inspiring visuals of New Zealand’s natural wonders, I’ll ask CM to get a camera and email me some landscape shots or something. No, I can wait for this on Netflix.

I did enjoy the LOTR trilogy, even though there were a few changes that annoyed me. Nevertheless, I can always get into a great story, especially if it’s supported by great scenes and special effects (not eye-raping me with them, Mr. Lucas)

Let’s take this week’s DJ thread on an epic fantasy quest with dragons, space cowboys, magic items, nightmare creatures, beautiful princesses, and sorcery. I, Lord Thrill the Fell Lyricmancer of the Middle-West, have made my evil decree demanding:

1. All music with a fantasy or sci-fi element (ok, but not preferred) in the title, lyrics, sound, or video.  Myth, legend, fairy tales etc

2. Anything from any fantasy-type film or television soundtrack

3. By request, let us pay homage to the legendary, late Dave Brubeck.

4. You may undertake a solo quest and play your own off-topic selections…Know though that you’ll be totally DOOMED!

5. Music about nerd-dom.  Nerd persecution is permitted too, even though none of us will really be free until it ends, saith Gilbert.

Bilbo Ballad Bonus: A song that tells a whole story within 1-5.

Crom, aid me. Or not. In that case…TO HELL WITH YOU!

First up is the worst song on the topic I know of. Ever may it curse and trouble this unhappy world.

Next, a Brubeck tribute: That Old Black Magic

Who will dare challenge me with the dark ranks of my leftwing troll army and wicked MP3 spellbook? Lo! Perhaps these Brass Age Heroes of Yesterweek?

For pfluffy, Slayer of Minaj: Within You by David Bowie

For Santino, Champion of the North and Bearer of the Mithril Codpiece: The Crane Wife  by The Decemberists

For Mississippi Yankee, Commander of the Right from the King’s Hellhound Riders: Princess and the Frog by Jim Jones Revue

For Iconoclast, Paladin of the Holy Order of Van Halen’s Axe: FantasMic by Nightwish

For Biggie G, High Cleric of Darkened Souls: Paladin’s Last Stand by The Black Angels

The embedded video is your playlist.  I’ll update it as I can get to it.  I’m busy, being an evil overlord and all that.

 

Hey Mr DJ: Betray Us Edition

It’s not the United States anyone wants to secede from.  People want to secede from Washington, DC and its sleaze and corruption.  They’d best remember where their loyalties lie.  The connected and powerful in DC are screwing each others wives on a scale not seen since Caligula forced the Senators’ wives to become whores to raise money for the state (an intriguing idea).  And then Elmo ended up with a flicker of a sex scandal.  WTF?  Hedonism, decadence, and arrogance are all the rage.

This week, some of our most viewed and debated posts were about the Washington DC sexcapades of Americas greatest post-9/11 general and the re-emergence of secession.  Hell, I even hated on the Constitution.  You all clearly love some hot, juicy betrayal and sexy rebels.

And so soon after our good and wholesome revival.  So this Friday, I’m callin’ yer cheatin’ hearts.   Here is your chance to cause a scandal.   Do it because it feels good and ignore the shame.  Let’s have some treacherous music of the following:

1. Sexual affairs: Cheating, two-timing, cuckolding, double-dealing, douche-bagging, and running off.

2. Any country music song from anyone, ever.

3. Music that can be considered treasonous, secessionist, separatist, seditious or even slightly anti-American (or anti-British, anti-Dutch, etc).

4. Anything by any band that split up in a bad way

5. You can even betray the theme itself by playing whatever the hell you want to.

Broadwell Bonus: A song bearing something along the lines of “Stay away from my man, you bitch”. Pissed off, jealous females. Yes. This is what I want.

The embedded video is the playlist.  I’ll add everyone’s selections as the day goes on.

Keep an eye on each other. Buncha no good, lyin’ dogs around here.

First up:

Your Cheatin’ Heart by Patsy Cline

Next, a tribute to those who carried it away last week.  And had sex with it. One for each of you, you heartbreakers:

Rebel Rouser by Duane Eddy (Mississippi Yankee)

Life During Wartime by The Talking Heads (CM)

Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order (working man)

Hoochie Woman by Tori Amos (thelastdakrat [Video won’t play as part of a playlist. You’ve been cheated.])

Baby Rock by Dead Sara (Santino)

Suck it and See by Arctic Monkeys (WVR)

I Used to Love Her (But I Had to Kill Her) by Guns N Roses (Harley)

She Was My Girl by Jerry Cantrell (pfluffy)

Infidelity! Secession! Treason! Smart-assed Petitions!

Surprise Study Finds Rappers Use Brains

Yeah, I’m a music critic now.  What about it?

During the freestyle rapping, there was increased activity in an area of the brain that is responsible for motivation of thought and action (called the medial prefrontal cortex). At the same time, there was decreased activity in brain regions that normally play a supervisory or monitoring role (dorsolateral prefrontal regions).

The study went on to note that the wave patterns of rappers’ brains during nightclub shootings, assaults on record label producers, domestic violence situations, and appearances on VH-1 reality shows registered slightly between those seen in the brains of small mammals and the center of potatoes.  Jay-Z’s brain activity during Obama’s fundraisers were consistent with an adolescent either driving drunk or having an orgasm.  It was kind of inconclusive. 

Thank God nobody’s done this study yet on bloggers.