The Right Wing Noise Machine is harumphing and pontificating and raging about the fact that a “liberal university” DARED to invite someone like Ahmadinejad to speak.
I invite all of you to watch this clip from the speech.
Ahmadinejad says that Iran has no homosexuals…..and the audience audibly LAUGHS AT HIM.
That’s the fucking point, isn’t it? Right there. The Right Wingers in this country would have us gasping and recoiling in horror from every tinpot little dictator — for if we’re afraid of them, any governmental excess in the name of combating these “monsters” is excuseable.
Far smarter, in my opinion, to let us see them in their pathetic reality, and laugh at them.
UK Journalist tries out the new US “ray gun.”
I’m sure this will only ever be used in ethical, controlled circumstances. After all — we have no reason to fear our government, right?
and I went to a matinee of Eastern Promises yesterday.
Excellent film — it’s great to see David Cronenberg getting back into the swing of directing again. Between this and A History of Violence, he’s really hit his stride. Both films are subtle and restrained, allowing the audience to appreciate the sublime effect of even the most fleeting change of expression from his actors — notably Viggo Mortensen. And yet, in both — and especially in Eastern Promises — there are moments of violence in which Cronenberg reminds us of his past mastery of “body horror.” It is because these events happen surrounded by such quiet that they stand out as explosions — which is precisely what violence *should* be, even if American filmgoers, fed on a regular diet of over-the-top action violence, can’t seem to adjust to it.
There is an already much talked-about sequence in Eastern Promises — a knife fight in a Russian bath house, which Viggo Mortensen performs entirely naked. His nakedness made the impacts against the hard tiles and the ripping cuts of the razor-sharp blades terrifying to behold — there’s not even the comfort of back-of-the-mind knowledge of stunt padding under clothes, etc. Both he, and his character, are truly vulnerable.
And yet, in a sparsely-populated theater in a college town in Kansas, I was surrounded by the sounds of nervous tittering laughter from discomfort with nakedness, and the macho “duuuuuuuuuuude” posturing reactions to the violence. Sad.