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The Dark 'Night'...of Hollywood Misinformation by B.R. Merrick
September 3, 2008 I’m
a sucker for great acting. I’ve
sat through films that are sub-par,
and films that are greatly disturbing,
to watch a great actor earn his paycheck.
Therefore, I’ve been anticipating The
Dark Knight, Heath Ledger’s final complete performance (he will
apparently still be featured in another
movie), a performance for which he prepared by spending a month in
near-isolation, and an act that apparently scared Michael Caine out of his
socks on the first day of shooting. The
media are buzzing with talk of a posthumous Oscar. However,
after reading the reviews, I’m not sure I’m going to bother, for
several reasons. One of the
main reasons is that these reviewers are saying the film should have
gotten a more severe rating than PG-13, due to the level and intensity of
the violence. I can sometimes
allow quite a lot of that if I feel that the film has something to say.
But a little of that goes a long way for me.
Besides, the last ultra-violent film I saw, No
Country for Old Men, has left me reeling, not only for the
relentlessness of what is shown, but for Javier Bardem’s exceptionally
creepy performance as a remorseless killer, upping the ante from Anthony
Hopkins’s star-making role in The Silence of the Lambs. Being
the overly-sensitive type that I am, that one will last me for a good long
while. But there is a more
important reason for skipping out on this latest foray into psychopathic,
violent behavior, and the rewards that are undoubtedly to follow from the
film industry. This movie is
already being touted by more prominent critics as an example of the evils
of anarchy. Kudos
to What
a disappointment. But I
suppose it shouldn’t be a surprise.
After all, until just a short while ago, I may very well have
joined in the chorus, not understanding what anarchy really means.
Take,
for example, George Lucas. The
original Star
Wars trilogy, as corny and dated as it has become, has a lot to
say about what it means to live in an empire.
Lucas’s best film on the subject of liberty, however, is probably
THX
1138, a marvelously dystopian look into planned societies.
If you can’t understand what’s menacing about faceless robots
chasing after you while calmly explaining that they only want to help,
then you don’t understand what’s evil about “compassionate
conservatism” or “social democracy,” two sides of the same coin, if
you ask me. An
astounding German film from 2006, The
Lives of Others, tells you everything you need to know about National
Security Letters. This is
a movie that I initially had a difficult time watching, as the unpleasant
blandness of Brazil, Terry Gilliam’s masterpiece, also falls into the category of a
bleak future provided by social engineering.
I guess all his time in the relatively anarchist Monty Python
troupe wasn’t wasted. The
point is eventually driven home (if it wasn’t after the opening scene of
an innocent man getting arrested and taken from his family at Christmas)
when Tuttle, the elusive hero played by Robert De Niro, is foiled by an
endless whirlwind of paper that ultimately causes his disintegration. A
less depressing and more subtly dysoptian film (ironically from a country
that once promised utopia to all who embraced Mao) is The
Story of Qiu Ju, a terrific low-budget film from the legendary
director, Zhang Yimou. A woman
whose husband is the victim of an assault travels (somewhat humorously)
through the bureaucracy of Chinese justice, only to discover in the end
that a true act of anarchist benevolence by the perpetrator of the assault
goes unrewarded. If you want
to know how to be in this world with your neighbors, this is one to see. For
a good laugh at the ridiculousness of “representative” government, or
the even greater silliness of any human being claiming any kind of divine
authority whatsoever, watch The
Madness of King George, a movie that features a delightful
performance by the late Nigel Hawthorne, and Rupert Everett doing what he
does best, playing the rather foppish royal imbecile.
Is it the king who’s gone mad, or the gaggle of self-serving
politicians shimmying up the greasy pole? But
what about films that show anarchy in action, a society of free-willed
individuals who find some harmony with their neighbors, who show that the
human soul yearns not only for freedom, but for the opportunity to
voluntarily, peacefully coexist? Look
no further than Harold
and Maude, an off-beat comedy starring a boyishly goofy Bud Cort
and aging Oscar-winner Ruth Gordon. The
money quote is delivered by Maude when she’s pulled over by a clueless
cop: “Don't get officious. You're not yourself when you're officious.
That is the curse of a government job.” Although
politics is not a subject that is touched upon, Enchanted
April has a lot to say about leaving people alone to work out
their own difficulties, while still providing a loving and supportive
environment; something that the busybodies of this world never seem to
comprehend, no matter how well-intentioned they are.
Speaking as a former busybody, I know what I’m talking about. In
the same vein, a great movie about child-rearing, and what children really
need from parental figures--a movie so perfectly grounded in what is right
and best for children that I can’t think of one greater--is a
lesser-known Korean movie, The Way
Home. An aging
grandmother, who can’t even stand up straight, is charged with taking
care of a spoiled seven-year-old for a brief period.
Unable to offer him anything he wants, she gives him time,
patience, and unconditional love. How
many American parents can truly claim this is their gift to their
public-school-educated, fattened, TV-glued, obeisance-to-authority-laden
kids? Ferris
Bueller didn’t need
the system. Neither did the
two old coots in Secondhand
Lions. Malcolm
X, though misguided into a fanatical religion that held to the
idea that all white men are
devils, hit the nail on the head as far as what the government meant--and
still means--to black Americans. (Us
whities are just waking up to it!) Although
not entirely accurate, the semi-historical Howard Hughes of The
Aviator suffered under--then rose above--the federal government
and its corporate lobbyists to make aviation history time and again. Inman
of Cold
Mountain walked away from a government war.
Celie in The
Color Purple finally learned to stand up for herself in spite of
the odds, and to live on her own. Jim
from Empire
of the Sun, Spielberg’s greatest movie in my opinion, had no use
for racial divides, cultural differences, war, or the governments that
require them. While directly
violating the orders given to him by a government agent, Roger O.
Thornhill saved Eve Kendall from a terrifying fate in North
by Northwest. Against
social pressure, personal humiliation, and threat of legal action, Miss
Quested told the truth under oath in A
Passage to India. Oscar
Schindler voluntarily gave of his wealth to save people considered
worthless in Schindler’s
List, making sure that the bombs he manufactured were worthless
instead. Although just a dog,
Toto had wisdom enough to reveal that the “man behind the curtain” was
a ruse, meant to frighten and control the populace with false authority
and near-deification. (Sorry,
but the name of the movie escapes me.) You
have probably noticed that a lot of these movies are lesser known,
chick-flick, artsy-fartsy, indie-type movies.
How will the memory of these films stand up against the financially
successful but violent, chaos-making Joker come Oscar season?
Perhaps they won’t, but then there’s the not-too-distant legacy
of the blockbuster, big budget, Hollywood-friendly, record-holding,
Oscar-winning, highly profitable, and anarchist The
Lord of the Rings trilogy. Maybe
that will have to suffice until B.R.
Merrick lives in the Northeast, is proud
to be the #900,000-ish Reviewer at Amazon.com,
and in spite of the poisonous nature of television, God Himself will
have to pry his DVDs of “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” out of his
cold, dead hands, under threat of eternal damnation.
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