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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Due Date: Rip-roaring fun

First of all, I'd like to take aim at the Great Vowel Shift. This insidious event is responsible for modern speech, but today I felt like it was a revolution taken too far, like the French Revolution. Purchasing the tickets for me and my lovely companion today, I was naturally asked what movie we would like to see. I said "Doo Date" and the bloke behind the counter simply cocked his head and stared at me. When I said "Jew Date", he understood. God. "Jew Date". Sounds like a Z-grade romance.

Anywho, after this little tête-à-tête and the zillion commercials and movie trailers, we (all 8 of us) got around to watching Due Date, a fantastic, fun-filled film directed by Todd Phillipps, responsible for such flicks as The Hangover, Starsky & Hutch and Road Trip.

The plot revolves around high-strung architect Peter Highman (Robert Downey, jr - something tells me he didn't need to research his role a whole lot) and his relationship with his polar opposite Ethan Tremblay - or is it Ethan Chase? (Zach Galifianakis) after Highman is kicked off a plane to L.A. to be with his very-pregnant wife Sarah (Michelle Monaghan). Hilarity ensues when manchild Tremblay/Chase offers voluntarily to deliver Highman to his wife through the means of 5-day road trip through that most favourite part of America - the Deep South. In all honesty, the location wasn't explored enough, but that's my only little moue about it.

Of course, the laughs come from the dynamics of the relationship of Tremblay/Chase and Highman, but there is no pretension about it. Both characters are too resolute to be pretentious and this creates an authenticity about the film - what you see is what you get, and I don't think you can say that about all the films that came out this year. But what makes this film rate even higher in my books is that any so-called "dynamics" are not concrete - the flexibility of screenwriters Alan Cohen, Alan Freedland, Adam Sztykiel and Todd Phillips allow for the relationship to be malleable and influenced by changing places and events. Of course, given the transitory nature of this film, one hopes that this thought went through the minds of the screenwriters.

I would like to criticise the stillborn nature of Jamie Foxx's role. Cast as best mate Daryl, there are insinuations of adultery with Sarah by crazyman Tramblay/Chase. There is only a tiny amount of exposition for this subplot, which is surprising given that it must be an important issue to a man about to have his first child in a few days. No, instead, it is resolved in a way which never felt like a resolution at all. And yet he is the one to respond to Highman's call of help when he needs it. The ultimate fact is that his character is largely irrelevant because Daryl really is chameleonic and having a bet each way.

Another subplot is Tramblay/Chase's desire to become an actor. It is treated with far more depth than these subplots usually are, which is of course a good thing. The audience gets to see his dubious thespian skills and concludes with a Two and a Half Men tie-in. When Tremblay/Chase declares that he likes Two and a Half Men, "especially Season 2", it doesn't make things clearer but instead more confuddled. Why Two and a Half Men? Your guess is as good as mine, as they say.

Yes, Due Date does contain some lowbrow humour, including some questionable bestiality. But if you're worried about lowbrow humour you probably don't deserve to be going to the movies, anyway. Instead, grab a mate, grab some popcorn and sit down and get ready for 96 minutes of fun.      

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

"These tedious old fools..."

"The satirical rogue says that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward." 
(Hamlet, II, ii)
 
Hamlet's words to Polonius in Shakespeare's play belie the depth to which old people alternately frustrate and intrigue me. I am often left in a state of apoplexy trying to analyse the actions of old people - whether they be in the spheres of family or work. However, let me preface my article by articulating two important points...

I have, myself, in the past, been labelled an "old man" by those who knew me, and, thinking back on my actions in a previous post, I can now see where they were coming from. For reasons that I am not ready to reveal, I agree with them and I hope that now I can be recognised as someone who is the antithesis of that descriptor. Again, that's kindle for another fire.

But how do I define someone that is "old"? Well, through my observations, I reckon that people start catching the old virus when - at youngest - they are 40. Of course, not everyone is infected at that age, but one probably has to keep working exponentially harder to stave it off thereafter.

Right. Well, guess it's that time when I slag everybody off in my family. No, I'm not going to wheel out that trite little whimsy (thanks Vladimir Nabokov) about being able to choose one's friends but not being able to choose one's family but I will point out that I've had 17 years to hone my observations on some of the more elderly members of my famiglia. I want to reemphasise that it has only been this last half-year that I have escaped the tyranny and bondage of old people syndrome. Before this, I was magnetised to old people. There is no other way to explain this phenomena, becuase I would seemingly prefer the company of adults (specifically aged over 40) to my own mates. Now I know this sounds not only bizarre but also pretentious because I've paraphrased this fact at least two other times in this post alone, but I need to expunge this past modus vivendi in order to move forward.

Example 1: My uncle is currently teaching how me how to drive. Unfortunately, he's not one of the cool uncles that gets drunk at the Christmas parties, and gives you obscure and arcane presents. Instead, he is the most miserable man I know. Our pre-driving conversation is limited to "Hi". You'd think that, given I'm controlling a potential deathtrap with him in it, he'd invest a little more energy in developing a rapport with me. Obviously I'm mistaken. And whenever we drive past a certan former industrial estate, he tells me the same old story about how he made something obsolete, like ear trumpets or whatnot, a billion gazillion years ago.

That's the thing that frustrates me about old people. They can't cope with change. They still live in their little outdated world. I remember I was watching Question Time recently, and Julia Gillard lambasted the Opposition for being keen history students and preferring to live in the 1950s (sorry, it's not in hansard). A quick lesson in Aussie politics for all those international readers: The current - and ruling - party with the plurality of seats in the lower house of Federal Parliament, the Labor Party, is generally seen as forward-thinking and progressive, while the Liberal and National Opposition is seen as tired and unoriginal.

The thing that I have noticed amongst my older family members is that they seem to be perenially tired - not physically tired, mind you, but mentally and socially tired. Its like every outing is a chore, and given the opportunity, they would prefer to be cuddled up watching the Friday night crime thriller on the ABC rather than dining on Collins Street, or whatnot.  And when they did go out, they made the supreme effort of looking the part by chucking on the tackies and woolen jumper. It reminds me of James May summing up oldness quite pithily on Top Gear: "It's when you have trouble putting on your trousers and you say, 'I know, why don't I have them elasticated?'" And, for a long time, I was like that as well. My apathy to any sort of social outing had to be seen to be believed. Now, I can't wait to get out of the house...

Of course, let's not forget the wistful sighs of those youthfully-challenged whenever discussion turns to technology. "Oh, you can't keep up", they exclaim. This fluff-driven narrative used amongst the Baby Boomer generation is something that really does frustrate me.

Apathy brings me to a similar point: For a long time I was so disinterested in being supportive of something that I was quite isolated when in discussion with anything my age. (Warning! Warning! Level of pretence approaching danger zone) It was like I was totally superior to anything mass-market or pop-culture oriented. I remember, one time at our grandparents' house, my brother and I were flicking through the TV. Landing on Video Hits, I said "Garrgh, the youth of today". Prententious much? It's like I had no idea that there was nothing wrong with enjoyment and fun for it's own sake. (Fructus gratia fructus?) Now, I'm learning to let go and take things as they come.

Now, turning to work: I work as an umpire for the WDCA (seniors) and WRJCA (juniors) and I have a few more observations that are prescient here. Believe it or not, the old people doing umpiring all belong in the WDCA - they'd all be asleep by 5.15pm - and awake by 4am on Saturday - on a Friday, which is when junior matches are held. Anywho, it can be quite amusing to see the microreactions in old people's faces as they see a young whippersnapper take the road less travelled and try and assert himself in the adult world straightaway and become the new alpha-male - of course, with the performance of my umpiring to date, that probably isn't gonna happen anytime soon

In any case, I am reminded of when I was umpiring my second senior cricket match. The other umpire was at least quadruple my age and it showed. He was totally ignorant of any sort of discomfort that I exhibited out in the middle and this was exarcabated by the fact that I was umpiring in the second highest grade. On my second go. C'est la vie and all that...

Having said all that, I hope that when I approach the big 4-0 and beyond, I never - and I mean never - be a tithe of what I see currently in the blue-rinse brigade. I hope to continually challenge societal norms until I am six feet under    

Well, that's my exposition on how I see old people. I plan to finish up on this theme of old people and conservatism that you may have noticed by arguing how the Baby Boomer generation will, for the second time in their life, be the most important vote-getters for governments.

  

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 1: Raw as Bill Weasley's Steaks, Amongst Other Things

Wow. The penultimate flick of the perennial Hollywood money-spinner series left me feeling...underdone.
I walked out of Werribee10 Cinemas (apparently now known as Regent Cinemas) last week not in a state of enthrallment and enrapture, but rather in one of keen eagerness of the final movie of the final book about Potter and his pals.

Why did I feel underdone? Important plot points were included, so no complaining there. But this movie in particular felt like a mate was telling me the story on FB chat instead of it being part of status thread - there was no dispersion of persepctive  It was like director David Yates hasn't heard of subjectivity - who knows? However, I will mention that before Harry Potter, he was most probably well-known for shooting several episodes of The Bill. Meh. If studio execs wanted a commercially-friendly director...s'il vous plait and all that...Bluntly, the pace was too frenetic for a penultimate film; if it meandered like the River Thames than perhaps more people would care how Daniel Radcliffe concludes Harry's journey as "The Chosen One". I'm sure lots of people are still interested in Harry's plight, it's just that if it weren't so clichéd, it might be more interesting to people who have already read the book

Apart from that little moue of discontent, I will say the film looked a treat on the big screen and it's a shame that Warner Bros.decided not film it in 3 dimensions. However, the people working behind the cameras should be applauded - their work, primarily, makes the film "raw".

As the characters become quite nomadic due to thier...well, let's say popularity...inside the "revamped" Ministry of Magic headed by thick Pius Thicknesse (relative newcomer Guy Henry) there is a chance for renowned cinematographer Eduardo Serra (credits include Blood Diamond and Defiance) to show off his wares. The fact of the matter is he read the screenplay (written by experienced HP stagehand Steve Kloves and obviously adapted from Rowling's text) wrote for this movie and understood what was needed. It wasn't like it was a musical adventure rollicking among the White Cliffs of Dover. Instead, Serra gives the audience deeply evocative and even gothic imagery. Dark forests and foreboding hamlets pervade this movie.

Acting was top-notch in this film. Daniel Radcliffe played the part of journeyman to a tee. His was a mature perfomance, especially in the graveyard scene at Godric's Hollow, where perhaps the enormity of the mission hit home in more ways than one. Of course, this is only to be expected from an actor preparing to move on from Potter - future projects include the aptly-named The Journey is the Destination and we all know about his full-frontal in Equus. Other actors had their usual panache about them, but I am very much looking forward to Matthew Lewis' portrayal of Neville Longbottom, given the perfomance in his cameo  in Part I, and Neville's role in the final installment.

What also must be mentioned is the animation scene presented to us, concerning the legend of the eponymous Hallows. Here, animation director Ben Hibon creates a veritable Chinese lantern box. These seemingly-alive tableaux open before the audience's eyes and present extremely stylised images. For me, it was a real joy to view.

Overall, there was no nothing wrong with the movie. It did its job and that, depending on how you look at it, was to line the studio fat cats' pockets with dough or to generate drama for the ultimate finale. But saying that, in this case, is like saying the steak does the job in the getting the diners through to the neapolitan ice-cream. Like saying Shane Warne should trundle a few overs to prime Stuart MacGill. It's wrong, it's inverted and, when stumps are pulled at the end of the day, no matter how "raw" visually it may be, Harry Potter this time just barely scrapes a pass. Or too paraphrase Agent 86, Harry misses a fail "by that much"  

Monday, November 15, 2010

End of school for another year!

As the sun goes down on another school year, it is important to assess how I went.

I started out 2010 in the same fashion as I had done for æons past: a boring person with no sense of direction, identity or adventure. My life was rudderless, with the highlight of my weekend perhaps reading the Saturday Herald Sun, visiting the grandparents or going for a driving lesson with my uncle. Gee, it was a good time to be alive.

However, this year was not to be like others before it. One person was the catylyst for this change, and it is an indictment on my part that I haven't told him this yet. He did this at a time when other people were happy for the status quo to remain: sure, they were my friends, but their sense of conservatism and my own shortcomings meant that there was an imbalance in the relationship. Let me explain a little further.

Perhaps a quote would be a good place to start: The one that comes to mind is Buckingham's advice to the titular character in winning over the general population of England in Richard III: "Play the maid's part, still answer nay, but take it." Looking back on it, it felt like I was playing the "maid" - or, in this case, fool - in order to be likable and popular. One event epitomised this feeling. Entering the Tournament of Minds competition  - which is basically one about problem-solving in a visual manner - last year, the brief was to demonstrate what life would be like without books. I can't remember the point of my character but I do know that it involved dressing up in what were essentially rags. This is indicative of what I used to be like.

What I am trying to hint at is that I would be happy to dress up and act the fool and be totally disinterested in gaining any sort of self-respect. And my friends knew that. So, I would get constant ribbing about everything - but that was fine, because it was only a "joke". Little did I realise that I was actually acquiescing to my friends' demands that I, and only I, be the butt of the joke when it was plain to Blind Freddy that other people were perhaps more worthy of this honour. Huh. Some friends.

Herein lies the dichotomy that existed between my friends and I - the imbalance in power if you will.

However, through the help of the catylyst, I discovered that it is actually alright to have a bit of delf-respect....amazing, isn't it?

Fast-forward to this year where I am now getting the respect I deserve from my friends - apart from the few idiots who are still stuck in a time warp (see my "Role of Conservatism" article") who I now have the confidence to shoot down if they say something that's not fair dinkum.

It's an odd thing to write about, I will readily admit. That friends don't give you respect is incredibly sad on their part - although it is incumbent upon the person getting pillaged to do something about it. I did, with thanks to the good friend.

Now, with the new year and a fresh start less than two months away, hopefully I can increase my self-respect and confidence towards others.       

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Lessons from History: The Importance of Balance

Another piece for the ECLJ, or as the founder Mr Buttacavoli wittily titles it, Medea's Children. (If you get the reference, it's actually quite ominous. If not, don't worry, it's very obscure). This time, I chart the importance of balance and use a historical context to back my contention.

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As I begin this article, I am having two simultaneous Facebook chats, reading the latest from the Crikey Daily Mail, and finishing my Methods homework – so clearly I know a thing or two about balance.


As we move a period of life where we juggle our various duties sometimes with ease and sometimes with difficulty (a mate of mine reckons he has five jobs, but that’s another story), it actually pays to read the work of a historian (don’t all rush) and see whether history does, in fact, repeat itself.

A bit of exam revision for the Year 10 Lit. students: The Ancient Greeks were really the first culture to articulate this importance. I am of course talking about sophrosyne, the belief espoused, believe it or not, in the eponymous play of the revamped ECLJ - Medea. This belief suggests that everything should be in moderation – it applied to the spheres of arts, politics and domestic relations and many others. It is best summed up by the Nurse, when she says in the first stasimon, that “the middle way, neither great nor mean, is best by far”. Other examples of sophrosyne include the oracle at Delphi’s two most famous proverbs: “Nothing in excess” and “Know thyself”.

Now that’s a good sentiment to have 2400 years ago, but what about sophrosyne in today’s world? Well, believe it or not, a blogger by the name of Astrochronic has started the “Sophrosynist Movement”, which is described as “a new modern branch of Conservatism mixed with Libertarianism focusing on balance, self understanding and moderation.” Now, due to the fact that his blog is on MySpace, I’m not able to check it out for myself, simply because, well, I’m not an über kind of guy. (Again, that’s another story....)

Let’s move on, then, to a similar but more recent movement – the Eight Hour Day.

Due to the Industrial Revolution, unbounded capitalism was brought to the fore. Child labour and unregulated working conditions were the catalysts for social change. But that is not putting it in its proper historical context.

After the defeat of Napoléon in 1815, the conquered European states scrambled to reclaim their territories. The Congress of Vienna was the climax of this period, where the idea of “balance of power” was introduced: that is, the respective powers of the great European powers would cancel each other out. This proved to be irrelevant in the 1840s when two men by the name of Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels wrote a little pamphlet titled The Communist Manifesto. Basically agitating the lower classes (proletariat) for change, it arguably was directly responsible for the 1848 Springtime of the Nations. Revolutions, or attempted revolutions, spread like the cold in midwinter and it signalled a new era of nationalism and liberalism. And it is these two political ideologies that are responsible for the Eight Hour Day.

The point is, proponents of these two political ideologies grew to such a number (due to Marx and Engels) that they were able to dictate social reform (“liberty or death”, anyone?) and make the unbounded capitalism of the start of the Industrial Revolution era simply untenable for governments to pursue.

So what happens when these supposed building blocks of society fall apart?

Imagine yourself to be a peasant or a farmer. You’re the stereotypical “man of the house” providing for your family. For you, time is money. So what happens when you lose your money, a la the Great Depression? Logically, you also lose your time.

Think about it. When you’re busy, time is important. When you’re not, clearly time isn’t. And what more physical manifestation of busyness is there besides the watch? So there clearly is a relationship between time and busyness.

So, what happened in the Great Depression, where unemployment was plentiful across the globe? Read this observation of a German town afflicted by lethargy:

Nothing is urgent anymore; they have forgotten how to hurry. For the man, the division of the days into hours has long since lost its meaning. [my emphasis] Of one hundred men, eighty-eight were not wearing a watch and only thirty-one had a watch at home. Getting up, the midday meal, going to bed, are the only remaining points of reference. In between, time elapses without anyone really knowing what has taken place.

But I thought I just said the Eight Hour Day, or “division of the days”, was an important building block of society....

And to continue the Germany analogy, look what happened for the old Deutschervolk to get out of Depression....It had nothing to do with balance at all.

So, balance is an important part of our lives. Whether that be in the form of sophrosyne, (or Astrochronic’s “Sophrosynist Movement”) or the continuation of the eight-hour day is irrelevant. As long as it allows me to maintain simultaneous Facebook chats....

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The role of conservatism in everyday life

Roll up, roll up. Actually, I forgot to mention for the last post and pretty much any further ones that I am explicilty writing for the ECLJ - the literary journal for the school I go to - Emmanuel College. So, just be patient if you come across any school references.
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Tony Abbott stunned political pundits last weekend when he said that he would not show bipartisan support in Afghanistan with Prime Minister Gillard but he would instead stiffen the upper lip of the Conservative Party, or Tories, because of fear of jet lag. Now, clearly, what seemed like a good idea has turned into the proverbial hitting the fan for him.


What this episode reveals is a unique insight into the priorities of the two main duellers in Australian politics. But what is more interesting to explore is the role of conservatism with the microscope being trained right over the western suburbs of Melbourne.

But what is conservatism: Is it wearing red Speedos whenever you have something to say, a la Abbott? Is it waxing your eyebrows and wearing green and gold trackies whenever you have something to say, a la John Howard? No. Instead, it is simply holding on and indeed coveting what you have, both material and abstract. It is treasuring and cherishing the worldview that you have – and being quite intransigent whenever someone tries to change it. It is the desire that, to paraphrase Led Zeppelin, the song will remain the same. Nothing ever happens (Midnight Oil) and even though it is pretty obvious that we are living among a time of transition, nothing ever will happen – no room for growth or change is allowed or even wanted.

First of all, let me preface my piece by disclosing that my family is no stranger to change; both sets of my grandparents landed in Australia as migrants seeking a new country and indeed a new life. Since then, the Magusic family has experienced the whole gamut of emotions and events.

I want you to paint a scene: It is a winter’s Wednesday night, and a storm is raging fiercely beyond your bedroom walls. The heater’s on, and you have the doona over you as well. There’s a mug of Milo on your bedside table along with a plate of Tim-Tams. You’re watching Hey Hey on TV. Yes, you know it’s oldschool, especially after the blackface skit in which Harry Connick, Jr, happened to be judging. But, y’know what? There’s that warm glow inside you when you hear Russell Gilbert make a lame dad-joke, or see one of John Blackman’s feverishly-produced cartoons in order to illustrate the chat, or experience the antiquarian attitudes of Daryl Somers and Livinia Nixon when the talk turns remotely to technology. The fact is that you watch it and everybody you know watches it, so what’s the problem? And then you can talk about it next day on the bus with your mates, and thus relive the glory of Red Symons getting pied in the face and the like.

But there is a danger of confusing this love of Somers et al for disrupting, well, growth and even balance. [An issue I hope to address in a future piece].

This belief and confidence is a good thing, especially so in a time of turmoil and change – there are standards that you can aspire to. Kant called this the “categorical imperative” and it is formally known as deontology.

How am I going to apply a lesson in ethics? Watch me.

Think about all the times that you have rocked up to class – not necessarily religion – and you haven’t felt like doing the work? Well, it would be the best time to get a bit of empathy from the teacher. Instead, you stoically struggle on and pretend to give a rat’s about what you’re doing. However, by the end of the class, after the fatwas and jihads and whatnot have been declared on both sides after the slanging match, you realise you have a missed an opportunity to get a bit of empathy. In this way, you both miss out on growing a little. Instead, both you and teacher are happy to continue the same dichotomy of teacher/student. In fact, you are so blinkered by this dichotomy simply because you get the same warm feeling as you get watching Hey Hey. Your level of comfort, at the end of the day, dictates your actions.

Another example: Someone I knew back in Year 9 was really struggling with school. (Let’s call him Jonny). He most definitely was not academically-minded, and other students let him know about it, naturally. Even one teacher who I respected a little less afterwards got stuck into him once in Year 8. My point is, at the start of Year 10, he disappeared. A good mate of mine happened to be related to him, so I asked him about it. My mate told me that Jonny had in fact started an apprenticeship at an auto place. I was surprised that he had the tenacity to start again when he realised that school wasn’t working for him.

I’ll ask you something: How many people do you in your heart of hearts know should not be at school, let alone be doing VCE? 2? 5? 10?

Those 2 or 5 or 10 that you know get the same warm feeling rocking up to school and creating havoc as they do by watching Hey Hey. It’s a fact. They know they are better off somewhere else (and I’m not for a minute suggesting that somewhere else is the Centrelink office, or Tasmania) but they can’t summon themselves, unlike Jonny, to shift to somewhere different. That’s conservatism. And as I said, it’s not the worst thing in the world to have, especially on a winter’s Wednesday night. But it’s completely wrong, to continue the metaphor, on a summer’s Saturday afternoon. And it’s this inability to contextualise situations that keeps generations in the mire and muck of Abbott-red Speedo-type thinking.



Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Response to a blog post

What started out as an innocuous comment to a post on my good mate's blog Scratche's View on Everything (don't ask) has turned into a full-length response.

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Having never really entered the misty domain of reality TV, I can't make any comment with real authority.
However, I think you touch on a valid point when you question "how far we as people have really come". The superficiality and hypocrisy of the ruling New Left has come to signify this very point; that is, while lip service is given to, y'know, cosmopolitanism and all that jazz, nothing is being done about it.

But to suggest that there has been no attitude shift in American society is startling and in fact downright scary. I have never been to the "States" so I wouldn't know.

Actually, my view - again, just a hypothesis - would be that Obama, as black President, is viewed as an anomaly among your average white middle-classer, while he or she would count many average African-Americans among their friends.

I think the real issue here is one of money, not race. 

Your average Bachelor - and Bachelorette - will, as businesspeople, be doing alrightish. But more importantly, they're relatively obscure. (That's why they're on trash TV). They might be Supermen or Superwomen in their own community, but that's about it. In a way, capitalism has much more to answer to than segregationism - the latter was just an extreme part of the former. 

Your statement that "bi-racial relationships are common place and are on the most part met without a battered eye-lid" certainly seems valid. But that's the point, Elias. "Bi-racial relationships" are too common and suburbanistic to register with the reality TV set. Lets say that Household A watches The Bachelor &c. Household B, which is next door, is "biracial". What appeal is there in seeing real life played out on telly? Why not instead watch a show about a geriatric trying to hook up with a twentysomething broad? 

What also happens is that Household A goes about picking to death the fact that Obama was the first African-American President. Why don't we start aiming for the first Croatian-Hungarian-Egyptian-American-Jewish President? Ad infinitum....

What Household A should realise that their "first black President" was in fact picked by one of the most rigourous and testing democracies in the world. 

That's a side note. More importantly, you seem to lament the lack of social realism in reality shows. On the other hand, I endorse it. Because, y'know, it's a reality show, for crying out loud. Well, I would say in fact that it's a reality show, for crying out loud. The point is, at the end of the day, what we seeing on telly is an articial edit manipulated by producers determined to appease a particular demographic or sponsor. Therefore, the "reality" of the reality show becomes distorted, and by definition, untrue.

I empathise with your campaign of racial equality in all fields, but in this case, does the means justify the ends? Does campaigning to show "biracial relationships"  in the spectrum of reality - actually manufactured -  TV that important? Shouldn't more emphasis be placed in true fiction, where meaning is more abstract?

If I were in your shoes - and I thank God I'm not -  I would aim instead for equal representation - where inequalities did exist- in my - for want of a better word - sphere of influence rather than effect societal change through the means of the distant and uninviting Hollywood, which is what I interpret your blog post to be about.

Review: Tomorrow, When the War Began

Whoa. I've actually managed to punch out a review the same day that I've seen the movie. In the words of Seinfeld's Kramer: "Someboody stop me!!"
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On a generally miserable Melbourne day, a mate and I decided to head down to Melbourne Central Hoyts in order to while away a bit more than an hour and a half (103 minutes, to be exact) retasting the heady wine of Year 8 English.


I am of course referring to the adaptation of John Marsden’s much-celebrated and identically-titled novel in which seven –and eventually eight – teenagers become bats out of Hell as they grapple with the invasion of their pristine Wirrawee by a foreign nation. Avid readers will remember that Marsden never names this invader – only geographical realities dictate that the nation of this invader is Asian in identity. Here, first-time director Stuart Beattie endorses this ambiguity (some would say irrelevancy) by giving us no visual clues other than obvious facial appearances which the audience can then deduce. On a geopolitical level, then, this cloaking and masking of specific nationalities and – more importantly – this refusal to play the blame game in any way, shape or form will hold Australia in good stead as it seeks to develop and maintain regional diplomatic partnerships.

But enough with the Realpolitik. On with the movie....

It starts in picture-perfect postcard-nominee Wirrawee gearing up for their annual “Show”. Here, the whiz-bang Ferris wheel takes pride of place among a Showgrounds that would put our setup to shame.

(Nah, I’m just kidding. Thanks to the cinematography, you can almost smell the freshly-cut grass and the homemade pies of the Wirrawee Show which, of course, is no bad thing. But, alas, I’m on another tangent).

The movie starts with Corrie (Rachel Hurd-Wood) telling Ellie (Caitlin Stasey, and yes, you know you remember her from Neighbours) about how she “did the dirty deed” (Years 7-9 need not bother asking) with boyf Kevin (Lincoln Lewis, for all you Home and Away fans). Corrie goes on to make Ellie give a “pinky promise” to not gossip about her adventures. This “pinky promise” belies the depths to which Ellie and Corrie must descend to later in the film, and it sets us up for this contrast. Beattie competently completes the task of exploiting this contrast.

And in fact, Beattie only brings “competence” to this film. But then again, the material that Marsden originally gave teens way back in the early nineties is stock-standard coming-of-age fare. It was only his brilliant prose that stopped the novel from becoming a bit of a farce.

But Beattie doesn’t have brilliant prose to work with: he has instead a half-decent cast full of teen pop idols (however, Deniz Akdeniz, Phoebe Tonkin and Chris Pang as Homer, Fiona and a sullen Lee respectively are delightfully unknown) and a twelve-year old (that’s how old Robyn, played by Ashleigh Cummings, looks in the film), a bizarre and random cameo by Colin Friels as dentist Dr Clemens (with the amount of drugs he has on his person, one wonders if he bears any relation to Roger) who acts as a rather surly deus ex machina – in one inspired exchange, while cleaning out one of the characters’ bullet wounds, he caustically remarks to the cohort, “Youse picked a helluva weekend to go camping”. Gold.

What irritated me was the token reference to stoner Chris (Andrew Ryan). His character was seemingly making up the numbers in this film. In a big-budget, commercial flick like this (InsideFilm.com.au estimates 27 million dollars), Chris looks out of place standing in the same frame as photogenic Fiona. His character, unfortunately, would be better suited to an Ingmar Bergman film discussing, I don’t know, the evils of US imperialism. (Obviously my knowledge of Bergman films is a little hazy). In other words, his character should have been scrapped in pre-production. But then again, he does provide a little bit of comic relief in a fairly-emotionally charged movie – his pot-influenced recount of the first days of the crisis is worth a chuckle.

Ultimately, it’s worth seeing this movie if only because of its nostalgic factor. Everything about this film may only be “competent” but when you see it with a couple of mates and a popcorn and Coke in hand, it certainly is not the worst way to see out a miserable Melbourne day.

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Check out the trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_KhErNyiq8

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Vietnam War essay

It's been too long, fellow bloggites. Unfortunately, I've just been overpowered by the sheer quantity of homework that I have been getting. As a corollary, I haven't had the time to draft or plan a post - which is disappointing, because, in my neck of the woods (Melbourne, Australia), a lot has occurred in the month that I have been offline to this blog. To get the ball rolling, I am posting an essay that I did for History on, surprisingly enough, the Vietnam War. More specifically, I look at the evolution of US foreign policy from the end of the Second World War until the end of the Vietnam War. Enjoy.

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“Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily assume the task of opposing their government’s policy, especially in time of war.” In Martin Luther King’s “bravest” speech, called “A Time to Break Silence” and given on the 4th of April, 1967 at the Riverside Church, King, jr, questioned American foreign policy in Vietnam. But was there ever really a war? What in fact were American policies in Vietnam and, by extension, Asia? Noam Chomsky instead labels it “outright aggression” . Indeed, as the French, under generals Ely and Navarre, extricated themselves and – to paraphrase Thucydides – “having suffered what men must”, the international community was left to mop up the mess through the means of the Geneva Conference of 1954. American involvement in Vietnam is even more documented and one can fairly posit that pop culture references are increasing proportional to scholastic studies, and both are increasing at an exponential rate. Four presidents were involved in the quagmire of Vietnam (Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon) with the fifth – Truman – being important in shaping US foreign policy post – World War II. Meanwhile, the “faceless” men of these presidential administrations – McNamara, Rusk, Ball, both Bundys (William and McGeorge) and Taylor – played their part in doing their fair share of the political legwork for their public Commander-in-Chief.


Harry S. Truman, the first post-World War II president, along with political neophytes Dean Acheson and George Marshall directed American foreign policy – especially in Indochina – in such a way that imperialistic designs were hidden beneath maintaining the liberal-democratic status quo in the United States’ “sphere of influence” and other potentially-Communist areas across the globe. Ipso facto, this policy of hegemony laid the foundations for pre-emptive action that would so become a cornerstone of neocons like Paul Wolfowitz and Dick Cheney.

Truman, as successor to Franklin Roosevelt, oversaw the end to the Second World War and the crucial Yalta and Potsdam conferences, which legitimised the eventual division of Europe into an East-West dichotomy. This in turn set the scene for Cold War battles, as epitomised in the wars of Korea and Vietnam. Clearly, the role of the common denominator of these two battles – Asia – needs to be explored further.

Inextricably linked with the rise of the Truman Doctrine was the focus upon Far East Asia as a place to subvert Soviet imperialism. Obviously, Eastern Europe was becoming Communist as well, but the politics there was more hegemonic – Josip Brosz’ “independent Communist state” of Yugoslavia was the exception rather than the rule. In Asia, however, Stalin’s schooling of Kim Il-Sung – the Korean Communist leader – was effected by the increase of Maoism. In the same vein, Soviet Russia was believed to only have “influence” – rather than direct control – over Ho.

The Truman Doctrine was influenced by events that occurred in the Eastern Hemisphere – namely, the Chinese Revolution. As Mao Zedong overcame Chiang Kai-shek and the Kuomintang, a sense of fear prevailed throughout the United States, which culminated in the virulent McCarthyism promoted by the eponymous Senator. Senior policy-makers manifested and preyed on these fears as well. NSC 68 especially demonstrates this fear-mongering. Under the guises of containment, which directed that Communism must be prevented through non-armed means and of the Domino Theory, which asserted that, if left unchecked, Communism would leap from one nation to the next. NSC 68 asserted the polarity between the USSR and the USA and also committed to the nuclear arms race. Importantly, it mentions pre-emptive war as a course of action. More significantly, however, NSC 68 endorses the “sublimity” of the United States. Chomsky rightly dismisses the paper as having “the simplicity of a fairytale.” At the very least, it is vainglorious of the USA to romanticise themselves in that matter. During the time of Truman, the culture of fear that existed due to foreign and domestic issues – real or imagined – allowed senior law-makers to provocatively endanger the world’s peace – and Truman, as public face of his Cabinet and Administration, should be remembered as doing such.

The accession to the presidency of Dwight Eisenhower saw a radical change in US policy. His administration gradually turned its eyes towards Asia even as the first piece of evidence came to light about the “severe discontent within the Eastern Bloc” came to light under Eisenhower’s watch. Even though the repressive “measures” taken by the Soviets to counter the Hungarians in 1956 were “distressing” Eisenhower seemed to be relatively indifferent compared to the glamour that Asia represented, given that it was to epitomise the epic ideological struggle between capitalism and communism, formally known as the Domino Theory.

NSC 5501 fully represented the “militant anti-Communism” that historian David Kaiser said was “the principle” of the Eisenhower administration’s foreign policy. The basic thrust of NSC 5501 was that nuclear weapons – seen as “the cheapest option for American defense” since the Second World War. Further revisions of foreign policy through the publication of later NSC documents became the foundation for the Eisenhower Doctrine, which, even though it was directed towards the Middle East, is still relevant as it advocated American aggression. The South East Asian Treaty Organisation – or SEATO – Pact that was signed by eight nations (Australia included) on the 8th of September 1954 was another arm of foreign policy of the Eisenhower administration. Created by the Secretary of State at the time, John Dulles, the SEATO Pact invoked each signatory to act “in accordance with its constitutional processes” against “overt” aggression. According to Kaiser, the SEATO Pact in any case gave considerable autonomy to member-nations to respond to the infiltration of Communism . The psychological effect of SEATO is an interesting endnote. Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Arthur Radford suggested that support and intervention in Laos and South Vietnam should “be backed as much possible by other Asians.” Through NSC 5501, its subsequent revisions and the SEATO Pact, the Eisenhower administration was perhaps more reactionary than any of the other administrations involved in Indochina.

As John Kennedy took office in 1961, he found himself in a quagmire not only in Eastern Europe, but also in Laos and South Vietnam. Not only that, but he was hindered among the “hawks” in his Departments of State and Defense who refused to hear his acceptance of neutralist states – which would neither question Communism or endorse it – and instead proceeded to give Eisenhower-era advice. Furthermore, apologists of the increasingly-corrupt and nepotic Diem Administration in the American Embassy in South Vietnam, such as Frederick Nolting, prevented progress on an issue that was becoming more and more important.

The Kennedy Administration was riddled with civilian and military foreign policy advisers who seemingly could not adapt to the reformation of policies both foreign and domestic. However, foreign policy defined Kennedy’s presidency moreso than domestic ones did. Kennedy’s Cuban campaign was off to a horrific start with the disastrous Bay of Pigs invasion which Andrew Bacevich describes as a campaign of “subversion and sabotage” . Indeed, it attempted to overthrow the popularly-supported Castro government by sending CIA-trained loyalists of the deposed – and corrupt – Batista government. These loyalists would land at the eponymous bay, where they would quickly engage and subdue Castro forces. Evidently, CIA chiefs Allen Dulles and John McCone severely underestimated their opposition, because it was to be the Batista loyalists that would be subdued. This defeat would shape Kennedy’s foreign policy for his next two years in government.



Kennedy’s “hawks” who were unable or unwilling to hear his directives set back acceptance of political ideology in the region – and therefore until the mid-seventies , when an American solution could have been manufactured at one of the many conferences that were attended by America in regards to far-East Asia. Part of this intransigence was a byproduct of the bipartisan politics that was so important to the American political scene . Initially, many Eisenhower-era advisors continued in their role. Indeed, important bureaucrats in Eisenhower’s administration were recycled by Kennedy, including U. Johnson and Dean Rusk. This ensured that an emphasis on unilateralism was retained and heard – though largely ignored – by Kennedy.

Any suggestions of a neutralist government in Laos – the main hotspot for Communist activity – were buffeted by the unilateralist “hawks” of Kennedy’s bureaucracy. A unique insight is given by Walt Rowstow, the deputy National Security Adviser and MIT economist in a confidential interview given in 1964. As an intelligence officer in the Second World War, he believed he was justified in stating that “in the field where I worked – Laos and Vietnam...I concluded that this was the worst mess I had seen since 1942”.Intriguingly, he also said – in a very hawkish matter – that he “saw no way that we could protect vital US interests without the application of American force.” [my emphasis] This perhaps explains the deep, encrusted resistance to the neutralism proposed by Kennedy in regards to Indochina. Years before, John Dulles believed that

the principle of neutrality pretends that a nation can best gain safety for itself by being indifferent to the fate of others. This has increasingly become an obsolete conception, and, except under very exceptional circumstances, it is an immoral and shortsighted conception.

Rusk supplemented this view by accusing Marshal Phoumi Nosavan of the pro-American Royal Laotian Army of behaving too “amicably” with the Communist-inclined factions of Laotian politics. Meanwhile, Kennedy encouraged Phoumi to continue with “perseverance” the negotiations of the Laotian coalition government. Eventually, Kennedy’s neutralist view won out but it would remain to be seen about what would happen in South Vietnam.

Since the partition of Vietnam, effected by the Geneva Accords of 1954, a political instability existed in the south. Ngo Dinh Diem was installed as President of South Vietnam and, almost immediately his cankerous rule began to be felt. In 1955, he “refused to hold the elections mooted for July 1956, claiming he did not think they would be held fairly in the north.” Thus began an almost-decade long era of authoritarian rule and gradual degradation of the South Vietnamese economy due to his nepotistic practices. Also, any cosmopolitanism that existed in Vietnam was nullified by blatant discrimination towards the Buddhist majority – destruction of Buddhist temples and pagodas in order to construct Roman Catholic churches and schools. Needless to say, Eisenhower and Dulles endorsed his rule, as encapsulated in the photograph of the two leaders shaking hands at Washington National Airport in 1957 . Even Australian politics got in on the act, with bipartisan support shown for Diem when he visited in the same year.

What exacerbated Diem’s power reign in South Vietnam was the apologism evinced by American ambassadors there. The whole catastrophe was initiated by General Edward Lansdale’s publication of the report of his fact-finding mission in South Vietnam in January, 1961. In it, he argued primarily that the “approaches of both the South Vietnamese government and the American Embassy had to change fundamentally to avert imminent defeat.” The report even articulated the need of endorsing Ngo Dinh Diem until another strong leader could be found. Instead of being warmly received, the Assistant Secretary of State for Far Eastern Affairs, J. Parsons, dismissed the report’s author to Dean Rusk as being a “lone wolf”.

Frederick Nolting, the Foreign Service officer , as Ambassador, abandoned the “carrots-and –sticks policy” of his predecessor, Elbridge Durbrow. He decided instead to employ the practice of speaking optimistically to the press about Diem. First and foremost, Nolting was sure that Diem was “no dictator, in the sense of relishing power for its own sake.” One might think that the repressed Buddhists would be contrary to this position. Nolting’s description of Diem’s “philosophy of government” as “personalism” is a textbook example of diluting the language so much as to remove any sort of meaning from it. These examples suffice to account for the apologism that existed in the US Embassy in South Vietnam. Even Nolting’s successor, Henry Lodge, was in no hurry to show Diem the door once it became apparent that General Khanh and his associates would stage a coup in 1963. With that, the corner had been turned in South Vietnamese politics and there may have even been a golden period of cooperation between South Vietnam and America between Diem’s and Kennedy’s assassination three weeks later.

Lyndon Johnson’s ascendancy of the presidency saw a complete repeal of the optimistic and forward-thinking politics advocated by Kennedy. His passage of the civil rights, tax bills and his introduction of the Great Society highlighted great domestic success. But, in the foreign policy, Johnson’s leadership on the crises in Indochina was found wanting. The defining moment of Johnson’s presidency in Indochina came amidst the nation once and for all legitimising his executive powers by garnering 61 percent of the popular vote against the trigger-happy Republican candidate, Barry Goldwater.

On the third of November to the fourth, a group gathered “to examine courses of action in Southeast Asia” included some familiar faces, such as William and McGeorge Bundy, but also had up-and-comers, like John McNaughton, the Assistant Secretary of Defense for International Security Affairs. This group made only one recommendation –with three alternatives – and this was to shape Johnson’s administration in Indochina. Option C’ – the one that was accepted – would have in it “an advance decision to continue military pressures, if necessary, to the full limits of what military actions can contribute toward US national objectives” . Kaiser believes that there is a clear reference towards Eisenhower-era when nuclear weaponry was considered part of the main arsenal. As this option was endorsed by the Joint Chiefs of Staff, one would expect it to be more militant than a policy endorsed by civilians, by very definition. Apart from this flashback, Johnson’s legacy as an elected President in the foreign policy sphere in Indochina will be remembered as very much maintaining the status quo.

The last President to be involved directly in Indochina , Richard Nixon, instigated a policy of Vietnamisation, whereby indigenous South Vietnamese troops would have the opportunity to replace their American guardians . Or, as essayist Tony Judt explains, the “Nixon Doctrine” had the U.S. support “foreign allies without getting militarily embroiled in local conflicts.” Of course, Nixon’s input into foreign policy was miniscule. National Security Adviser, Secretary of State and general Superman Henry Kissinger did the globetrotting in order to sell the American foreign agenda. William Bundy’s tome, A Tangled Web: The Making of Foreign Policy in the Nixon Presidency critiques, according to Judt, “deception, and the peculiar combinations of duplicity and vagueness that marked foreign policy in the Nixon era” . Maybe there is a little bit of truth in that – after all, Nixon was impeached in 1972.

Another part of Nixon foreign policy was the invasion of Cambodia. An embodiment of Nixon or Guam Doctrine, which in turn was initiated by Nixon’s “Silent Majority” speech. Delivered on national television on the 24th of November, 1969, it boosted support for the closing war .

From the end of the Second World War and the start of the Truman Doctrine until the start of Vietnamisation and the end of the Vietnam War, American foreign affairs spokesmen either sought to be the world’s policeman by launching “police actions” – a war in everything but name – like that in Korea or by halting the Domino-like spread of Communism. However, the abstract nature of foreign affairs allowed faceless bureaucrats to get a chance to employ their fear-mongering, such as Eisenhower’s men considering nuclear weaponry as part of conventional arsenal. Kennedy’s presidency was instead defined by peace, with his advocacy of self-determination and neutralism the most remembered. Johnson was instead insecure in his first, unelected year as President. With a mandate tucked under his belt, however, he still decided to maintain the Indochinese status quo, and yet he brought troops in to South and North Vietnam proper. Finally, Nixon’s “Silent Majority” speech epitomised his Vietnamisation views, even though he sent troops to Cambodia in 1970.



BIBLIOGRAPHY

Mirams, Sarah, (2004), Twentieth Century History, Thomson Press: Melbourne

Desailly, Robert, (1991), Conflict in the Modern World, Jacaranda Press: Melbourne

McDonald, Di, “Remembering and Forgetting: the Vietnam War and Historiography” in Welsh, Steven, (2005), Agora, History Teachers’ Association Press: Melbourne

Spurr, Michael (ed), (2007), Twentieth Century History, History Teacher’s Association Press: Melbourne

Judt, Tony (2008), Reappraisals: Reflections on the Forgotten Twentieth Century, William

Sawinski, Diane, (ed), (2001), Vietnam War: Primary Sources, UXL

Briggs, Justin, (2005), Contested Spaces, McGraw-Hill Publications, Sydney

Chomsky, Noam with David Barsamian, (2007), What We Say Goes: Conversations on US Power in a Changing World, Metropolitan Books

Bacevich, Andrew J. (2008), The Limits of Power: The End of American Exceptionalism, Metropolitan Books

Kaiser, David, (2000), American Tragedy: Kennedy, Johnson, and the Origins of the Vietnam War, The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press

Davidson, Phillip B. (1988), The History: 1946-1975: Vietnam at War, Presidio

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N.B: I would have included footnotes but y'know, Blogspot can't allow for that at the moment. C'est la vie
 





Monday, July 12, 2010

The Battle of Berlin: An Essay

[This was part of a History assignment that, apparently, didn't have to be done...... Oh well, waste not, want not].

The Second World War – The Battle of Berlin

The last hoorah for the Wermacht and the Großdeutsches Reich.

Soviet forces from the east. American and British forces from the west. This was the reality for millions of Berliners and top Nazis assembled in the Führerbunker.
Their fate had already been decided at the Yalta Conference two months earlier - in which Stalin, Churchill and Roosevelt dissected the Greater German Reich according to their various whims. Churchill, at odds with the Communist practice of Stalin tacitly supported by Roosevelt, sought free elections in Eastern and Central Europe and contrasted magnificently with “Uncle Joe”, who sought a Soviet sphere of influence. Importantly, the Yalta Conference was the genesis for the idea of splitting up Germany into four zones that would prove to be so contentious during the Cold War.
The battle was one-sided from the very beginning. Soviet forces simply overwhelmed the remnants of the Germany Army. Master tactician and strategist Gotthard Heinrici made do with what he had to keep the Russians at bay – in the end, that was all he could do.
Allied forces penetrated Berlin and the surrounding areas from above dropping more tonnage of bombs than raids in Britain. These raids continued for 36 successive nights ending on the 21st of April, neatly allowing the Soviets to enter the next day.
The 20th of April was the Führer’s birthday. On this glorious day placards amongst the fire-bombed city proclaimed: “Die Kriegsstadt Berlin grüsst den Führer!” (Berlin, the city of war, welcomes the Führer!)
Of course, many leading Nazis had to determine their loyalties. Himmler spoke to the Western Powers to come to some sort of an agreement with them, Göring’s attempt to take charge was immediately dismissed by Hitler. Bormann, the private secretary, and Goebbels remained fiercely loyal right until the very end; marked by the disappearance of the former and the suicide of the latter. Hitler chose Grand Admiral Dönitz as his successor and he got to work creating the so-called Flensburg government – the name represented the locality of the administration. Positioned on the border with Denmark, Dönitz acted as President – a post not held since the demise of von Hindenburg in 1933.
The Germans were outnumbered in every imaginable way possible: men, – although the Hitlerjugend (Hitler Youth) were used as well - artillery and aircraft to just name a few.
The only possible advantage that the Germans had was their intricate knowledge of inner-city Berlin. The Berlin Zoo was set up to provide flak support while the very last battle – if one can define it as a battle – was fought inside the Reichstag. Here, Meliton Kantaria played his part in the iconic photograph of the Soviet flag being raised over the building. Kantaria was part of the division chosen to storm the Reichstag and record a place in the annals of Soviet hagiography.
The aftermath was similarly horrific. Over a million Berliners were homeless and many more were living in substandard shelters. The Red Army pillaged and raped its way through the capital, with city dwellers unable to cope with actions best seen as primitive. Suicide was prevalent among German residents, who only three years earlier were celebrating the glory of the 1000-year Greater German Reich. The Battle of Berlin, then, was suitable in ending the war in Europe.
BIBLIOGRAPHY:
• Beevor, Antony, Berlin: The Downfall 1945
• Slowe, Peter and Richard Woods, Battlefield Berlin: Siege, Surrender and Occupation, 1945

Friday, July 9, 2010

Review: Animal Kingdom

As I settled down in Highpoint's cinema 16 at 4:40 with dear mother, I didn't know what to expect with this movie. Sure, Crikey's movie buff Luke Buckmaster gave it a middling review but for me Animal Kingdom was mind-blowing.

The opening scene shows James or "J" (James Frecheville) robotically watching Deal or No Deal; fair enough, I mean, his mum has just OD'd on heroin.


To the rescue is J's grandmother (Jackie Weaver)...



This is no fairytale, however. We see, instead, the confronting reality that J is introduced to: the dodgy uncles, the no-hope future.


Luke Ford is Uncle Darren or, perhaps surprisingly, "Dazza" and is portrayed as the weakest of the set of brothers. This is shown in a dramatic scene invovling him, uncle no. 2 Andrew (Ben Mendelsohn) and J's girlfriend Nicky (Laura Wheelwright) and is emphasised in a later scene with Mendelsohn and Weaver.


Mendelsohn is truly haunting in his role of Andrew Cody. An allusion to medication-taking is made once, but this is lost in his calculating yet terrifyingly sponataneous role as the cool-as-a-cucumber gangster returned from some sort of exile; any thoughts of religious metaphor are soon lost, however, upon viewing the aforementioned scene with Wheelwright and Ford.

Uncle number 3 is Craig Cody, played by Sullivan Stapleton. His character, though one-dimensional, epitomises the sheer waste of a drug addiction. His paranoia is sad to the point of pathetic. This is no blight on Michôd - it merely highlights the realism of this film. It was interesting to say the least when watching a scene involving Frecheville and Stapleton around the first third of the film when Frecheville is forced to initiate himself into the subculture of the Codys through Craig's express desire to prove himself as a worthy member of the clan. Of course, as articulate and pithy Craig shows himself to be, this "initiation" is tangible yet implicit.


However, hats must be taken off Joel Edgerton's role as Barry Brown. One scene that sticks to mind is, early on, when Brown gives J a hygiene lesson in a dodgy toilet in a dodgy restaurant somewhere out in Footscray, where mere mortals fear to tread....

Okay okay, I'm going overboard but the point is for all the (many) faults of the Codys and co. that Michod shows us, perhaps the director is trying to suggest that families of crime get caught up when they try and live the high life and that is their downfall; maybe if there were more focus on inherent and intrinsic relationships, there would be less crime.

On the other hand, it's not a morality tale, but instead it's a gripping insight into suburbia and all its defects.

What really gripped me in this movie was the raw honesty of the lives it depicted. All the characters - bar Craig Cody - show humanity in all its beautiful, flawed form one way or the other.

Obviously, it's a bit late to watch at the movies but when it comes out on DVD and Blu-ray, I would highly suggest you spend an evening viewing this intense drama that will surely go down as a classic in Aussie cinema

Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5BsYRmMfus

Friday, July 2, 2010

Review: Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Alright.

I've had a few weeks to mull over this fascinating novel and come up with some sort of position on it.

It starts with the protagonist, Yossarian, in a hospital with some sort mysterious disease "that fell just short of being jaundice." The ambiguity that we see here pervades the whole text.

Cach-22 is, of course, the delineation between perception and reality, between sanity and insanity.

But, this novel provides much deeper insight.

Summarily, Heller citiques the role of identity in a large and faceless organisation, i.e. the army, and he suggests perhaps that a person in an organisation is bigger than the organisation itself.

Contradictory I know, but this is the joy of reading Heller's work, which is an absolute ripper.

I could easily quote one of the characters of the novel, Doc Daneeka, explaining to Yossarian the logic behind Catch-22. But, to do that would be to miss the point.

The point of this novel is to highlight the transience of perception and the ultimate futility of the past, and also of war.

You see, Yossarian is a fighter pilot taking time off from the war in hospital, where, later in the novel, he develops a relationship with the plain Nurse Sue Ann Duckett.

The interesting thing about this novel is that it presents a single event through the eyes of different characters and through different chapters. This means that the book is not chronological at all.

I don't mind it. For some reason it reminds me of catching up with a group of mates when one recalls an anecdote - then the others offer backstory, different interpretation etc. It's strangely pleasing and it emphasises the informality of Heller's writing.

Only the last chapter offers any real drama/emotion, yet there are still loose ends as the final page is turned.

Again, the familiarity of Heller's prose kept me turning the pages.

I could rant on about the horrors of war, the pedantry of the bueracracy and the military-industrial complex. But that would be a waste of my time.

Instead, what Heller gives us an incredibly moving and even humanist - I'll get to that in a sec - account of life in a regimented structure.

You can easily parallelise the army to organised religion in this novel.
Indeed, the resident chaplain, Robert Shipman, is castigated and shunned throughout the piece. Clearly, what Heller lampoons is the extreme and religious-like effort that people put into anything - especially the army.

Heller lampoons Milo Minderbinder, the almost-fascist mess officer for turning upon his own army to enhance and give profit to "the syndicate".
Heller lampoons the chaplain for religion's supposed mildness.
Heller lampoons the Doc for his inability to find a disease.

Indeed, Catch-22 reminds me of Hamlet and The Wizard of Oz in that the protganist is surrounded by characters who only seem to have a fraction of the humanity of the main character.

Plot and themes are inextricably linked in this novel, which means that it will be pretty hard to give details away; suffice it to say that there is some sort of happy ending but what is more important is the journey.

And perhaps there isn't any. After all, this book is only really full of ranbling anecdotes.
Why then complain?

In altre parole don't read this book expecting to be morally enlightened. No. It's fun, funny, a little bit dirty but most of all a somewhat funny but mostly sad endictment on the army as an organisation in general.

Sure, be cynical if you want to about its lack of structure (like this review itself, but did not Oscar Wilde himself contend that the critic is just as important as the artist?), but instead enjoy the ride that is Joseph Heller's Catch-22.

Name change

Hello readers!!!

If you have noticed the name change - and being avid readers, you will have - it reflects a more general approach to the topics that I will write about.

(In case you didn't know, the previous title of this blog was Western Suburbs Wog - it explains the first post).

Topics hitherto uncovered by me will include book, music, movie etc. reviews along with a broad look at what it means to be a bohemian in the western suburbs of Melbourne.

So yeah, I'm also going to incorporate a lot of the bigfella's work/quotes in as well just to get into the spirit of things.

Enjoy

Saturday, June 19, 2010

The concept that could save the English language

Now, being of wog descent, I've taken some sort of interest in the two languages of my heritage - Maltese and Croatian -, espcially since I am studying Italian at Year 11 VCE level, which of course has given a lot of new information on the English language in turn.

Even better, studying Shakespeare in Lit. has given me an idea of what the English language used to be.

I got the main idea for this post a couple of weeks ago on a Sunday when I was randomingly foraging for food in the fridge.

Going to our grandparents the previous day, we naturally received enough food to feed the Bolivian armed forces.

Jump back to the next day.....

I noticed that my Masterchef-grandmother had given us some soup - Fair enough, whatever - but it was really the labelling on the jar that caught my eye. Labelled, "Šugar", I realised that the solution to the conundrum of the English language was the (re?)introduction of accent marks.

(Obviously, the realisation that she had put soup into a no-doubt-cleaned sugar jar didn't bother me at all)!

I'm no scholar - as of yet - but it seems to me when English was still a byword for, I don't know, pehaps backward-Middle French, accent marks abounded and pronunciation would have been way easier.

I could be entirely wrong here so I am perfectly happy to be potentially corrected.

(This is why I made the point about studying Shakespeare. - It is easy to see the influence of Continental languages and their associated idiosyncracies on the well-read Bard).

As the English language becomes more mechanical and scientific in its structure (euphonic??), I wonder where this leaves pronuciation.

(The influence of neo-Marxism on the English language must be left, sadly, for another post).

We all know that words like "sugar" and "sure" are pronounced "shoogar" and "shure", not "soogar" or "soore" - Clearly, the caron that my grandmother had inserted was meant to account for the "sh" sound in her native tongue - Croatian -, leaving the regular "s" for words like "silly" and "see' (obviously these words aren't Croatian but you get my point).

What would be the effect of (re?)introducing accent marks into the English language - beacuse, after all, it would have to be pragmatic, practical and important to (re?)ntroduce such sweeping changes into any language. Government departments would have to be the initiators of these reforms - staff would have to be retrained, software and keyboards would have to be recalibrated and circulars would have to be published on correct use.

Then, the reforms would spiral outwards: the selling of keyboards with accents would become the next big thing, with directors and owners potentially opting to sell their livelihoods because of the costs that would mirror those of the abovementioned-government departments. Then the education system would have to deal with these linguistic changes as well. (ACARA, anyone?)

Then the advertising to the general public. Oh God, the advertising.....

I personally would advocate anything to do with making the English language easier to pronounce. But where would the funding come from? The Department of Linguistics? Not gonna happen, mate.

I think it is important that language is practical and I do want to see the triumph of function over form when it comes to any language. Whether that outcome is decided by the rise of mechanics or the rise of accenting, I do not know, but one thing I can confirm is that gone are the days of pomp and circumstance in any sort of the text in the English language.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

World Cup and its sociopolitical thingumabobs

Alright, so the fifth word in the title is a little bit wanky but it's important to recognise that the World Cup emphasises its mishmash of cultures and the joinage of these into a global celebration of footy.

(Sorry, did I mean footy? -I really meant soccer - or even better, association football).

Anywho, what I'm trying to say is that when global events like the World Cup and the Olympics happen, the cosmopolitanism of any given nation is seen naked - where people of mixed heritage make the decision of choosing which of thier parent nations means more to them.

Now, that's not neccessarily a bad thing but...
Some nationalities have more of a rep for...unbridled passion...than others.
Here, when the two teams of a person's heritage face off, (eg. Serbia v. Australia for a Serbian-Australian), racial clashes can ignite and it makes quite a splash in conservative media - the argument being that patriotism should be accepted first and foremost.

Obviously, decreeing which team someone can go for is just idiotic and pointless - sport is the enjoyment of seeing one's chosen team win and win well.

There is no immediate solution to this rampant nationalism that manifests itself in the realms of any sport - the only way forward will be when that old and ancient way of thinking brought over from Europe by migrants ceases to exist and that will only happen when - perhaps I'm being a bit morbid here - the old guard - i.e. first generation migrants but not their descendants - die out.

A footnote: You may not know this but I am of European heritage so I know what I'm talking about. In this matter, my grandparents can actually be quite docile when it comes to this sort of thing - but get them started on Serbia and...

Another footnote: Globalisation has meant that some of my schoolmates actively follow the English Premier League. That's fine, whatever. At the end of the day, one can go for Ghana, even if there is no semi-logical reason why. But, where perception is key, that person is just going to look like a fool.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Exams

Ahh yes that time of the year is once again upon us that respective schools perform the supreme sacrifice of writing up torturous exams and then marking them - mon dieu! how hard! - or, even better, buying them off various random no-name obscure "educational" companies -I mean, what is that meant to mean anyway - it's the free market at work anywho, s'il vous plait. (Blogspot italisication is now starting to shit me).

So yeah, thats all for now

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Hello hello!!

Yes, welcome, everyone to this inaugural post
Just in case you're wondering what this post will be about, it will detail how I see this neo-Marxist, poste-modern society from the point of view of a humble western suburbian wog.

Yes, that's right, I said the "w" word. So, no Comintern PC from me. -Huh, what do y'know, it actually rhymes

Anywho, I will try to do obsequious service to you loyal readers entertainment-wise so that you keep returning to the newest and review-est blog ever!

So yeah, have fun reading my semi-humourous accounts and give me plenty of comments!