Sunday, May 18, 2008

Moving Pictures

Amba ponders how new technology will enter into the movies:

I was trying to think of a comparably artful use of today's technology. People obsessively staring into their laptops and checking their e-mail or Crackberrys in social settings is pretty boring and annoying, but somewhere there's a director who will make it gripping.

It must be my nature, because I've thought instead about how new technology will make old movies incomprehensible to our children. So much of the plots depended on things the characters didn't know, or couldn't do, which everyone now can know or do.

It was a dark and stormy night. The car died on a lonely road. The young woman was alone at the wheel. She had to call a tow truck, call her dad, call her husband -- call anyone. But the only sign of humanity visible for miles around was from the lonely farmhouse at the top of the hill. She turned her head slowly up to that sickly yellow rectangle of light and trembled at the thought of what she must do ....

"Duh, mom. Why doesn't she just use her cellie?"

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Friday, April 18, 2008

Documentary


One of the sleaziest documentaries to arrive in a very long time, “Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed” is a conspiracy-theory rant masquerading as investigative inquiry.

Thus begins the New York Times review (by Jeannette Catsoulis) published today.

Needless to say, in this fight I'm firmly on the side of Darwin's modern heirs. Prevailing science ought to be questioned, and probed for flaws and contradictions. But some people seem to hope that, if they just attack science in subtle enough terms, it will all just fall down and then we'll all go back to using the Bible for a science textbook. Which seems to me in some cases a tactic toward using the Bible as a literal guide to everything in life. In which case we might as well be Islamists with a different book.

My interest in anything Ben Stein does shrinks to zero with his involvement in this movie. I understand the point is not directly to argue for creationism, but to draw a sympathetic portrait of creationists in the education and scientific field who have been roughed up by their peers. But in that case I'm inclined to sympathize with the peers. Just like I'd be on the side of the humanities academics who expelled agenda-driven Ward Churchill from their profession. Honest, hard questioning of prevailing orthodoxies is one thing. Intellectual vandalism in the name of revolution is another.

The new film has been criticized in a number of extensive pieces for its twisty propagandism and loose play with facts, quotes, and interviews. That doesn't surprise me. There's already a fair degree of straw man in the usual creationist argument. For instance, nobody reputable in the world of biology thinks complex systems in living things "just happened by accident." And the creationists know well that the simplistic argument has an advantage in a public forum. Flat-earthers used to be judged winners in public debates in the 19th century, even by people who knew better. All they have to do is say, "look around you; you can see it's flat." An appeal to common sense that can be refuted, but only by a long explanation involving mathematics.

When I see atheist and agnostic and Shinto scientists embrace creationism or Intelligent Design, in any sort of numbers, and defend it as passionately and persistently as born-agains do, then I'll begin to take it seriously. When some biologist or paleontologist who has never even heard of the Bible reads an Intelligent Design text and says, "That fits the facts better than evolution by natural selection, and it explains them more coherently," then I'll pay attention.

[See more here and here and here and also this by quondam co-blogger reader_iam, to which I wholeheartedly consent. I should add that I also lament the excesses of some prominent voices for scientific rationalism when they step outside their turf and go after faith with a fundamentalist fervor.]

So the "New York Times" is unsparing in its evisceration of "Expelled," and I ought to approve that.

I don't.

Because I also remember this review.

Mixing sober outrage with mischievous humor and blithely trampling the boundary between documentary and demagoguery, Michael Moore takes wholesale aim at the Bush administration, whose tenure has been distinguished, in his view, by unparalleled and unmitigated arrogance, mendacity and incompetence. Of course, your estimation of the movie will largely depend on whether you share this view, but this unabashedly partisan collage of interviews, archival video clips and Mr. Moore's trademark agitprop stunts is nonetheless his most disciplined and powerful film to date.

I have not seen either film. But I see the two films -- as described by both their makers and their critics -- as essentially the same shabby thing in purpose, method, and ethos.

Yet the "New York Times" (two different reviewers, same newspaper) is scathing about the one:

This is not argument, it’s circus, a distraction from the film’s contempt for precision and intellectual rigor. This goes further than a willful misunderstanding of the scientific method. The film suggests, for example, that Dr. Sternberg lost his job at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History because of intellectual discrimination but neglects to inform us that he was actually not an employee but rather an unpaid research associate who had completed his three-year term.

Mixing physical apples and metaphysical oranges at every turn “Expelled” is an unprincipled propaganda piece that insults believers and nonbelievers alike. In its fudging, eliding and refusal to define terms, the movie proves that the only expulsion here is of reason itself.

And finds the other the work of a jolly good fellow who occasionally goes too far but his big heart is in the right place:

The movie's cheap shots and inconsistencies may frustrate its admirers, but by now we should have learned to appreciate Mr. Moore for what he is. He is rarely subtle, often impolite, frequently tendentious and sometimes self-contradictory. He is also a credit to the Republic.

A credit to the Republic! What contemptible bilge. There's not an ounce of intellectual consistency or probity in the art of criticism in the media, of course. That's not new. But the proof, to me, was rarely so baldly stated. You could reverse those two movie descriptions, and with a few noun changes, print them under each other's headline. So what makes for the difference?

If it's wrong in case A, it's wrong in case B. Perhaps, you will say, my accidental convergence of opposition to both Moore's self-serving America-skeptic pseudo-pacifist showmanship and "Expelled's" shabby special pleading for anti-scientific Trojan horses allows me to appear to take a higher ground than the "Times." I have spent the day trying to think of a single cause I advocate, however earnestly, that I would wish to see promoted by such tactics as these filmmakers use. One undeniable good that I think would be advanced by propaganda and deception and lies.

I cannot think of one. If I were framed for murder and on death row, I would not want Michael Moore to try to win sympathy for me.

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Friday, July 06, 2007

One Of Those Mysteries

[Posted by reader_iam]

From another room, I hear yet another burst of raucous laughter from my husband and father-in-law, who are sprawled out in front of the TV--assuming it can be called sprawling if the sprawlers are rolling about.
Me: What are you watching?

DH: A Steven Seagal movie.

Me: I didn't think he starred in comedies.

FIT: He doesn't.

Me: Then why are you laughing so hard?

DH: Because! (Pauses for more guffaws.) His movies are so funny.

FIT: (Seemingly starts to say something, but bursts into laughter again.)

Me: Oh.

MIT: (Awakened by laughter) What is so FUNNY, you guys? This isn't comedy.

DH: Yes, it is.
At the risk of being sexist, any guys out there wanna try to 'splain this to me (and my mother-in-law)? 'Cause I'm thinking this may be one of those Mars-Venus things.

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Friday, May 05, 2006

At the Movies

So has anyone in my newsroom been to see "United 93"? You've got to be kidding. The people who lined up two and three times for "Fahrenheit 9/11" are made visibly uncomfortable by this film. They seem to just wish it would go away.

Actually, one person has seen it -- the new guy. Poor new guy. He hasn't picked up the culture yet. He thinks it was powerful. People have no response except to change the subject.

It's funny: the anti-Bush diatribes have been going non-stop since "United 93" came out. It's now almost non-stop, at one corner of the room or another, for one or two people to be holding forth about Dear Leader the Chimperor. Everything gets dragged up and recycled. I even heard "Jeff Gannon" rehearsed again, in detail.

I used to think it was my imagination, but this time I predicted it. Every time some accumulation of events in the real world rises so high it threatens to overwhelm the notion that there's really nothing wrong with the world except Americans, and that the only thing we have to fear is Bush and Cheney, the media pod people start to chant their mantras and wave their talismanic totems.

Like savages panicked by an eclipse, they bang the pots till it goes away.

Then they do their best to forget it ever happened. A known and predictable universe is worth any price.

And while we're caught up in filmmaking that brings us face to face with jarring reality, keep your eyes out for The War Tapes.

This movie is the tip of the iceberg. It is my hope that people will start to really see that War is not a video game and soldiers are not little Republican or Democrat robots running around without an original thought. It smells, it hurts, and it sucks! We went through a lot and all came home alive. Thank God!

Greyhawk sez: "The feedback on the film I've gotten from military folks who've seen it has been 100% positive."

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