Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

12/20/09

Avatar: Racist?


I have not yet seen the movie Avatar, but with vacation on I am sure the Frustrated Son and I will be going soon. I found this review interesting.

A snippet from L,G and M:
But the racial essentialism of the film creates a whopper of an unintended thematic irony.* The planet and everything on it do not simply coexist in a harmonious balance of the New Age variety: they are hard-wired into a single neural network that makes the entire planet into a single entity and "the space people" less like a colonizing mercenary force than a disease. The humans are to be resisted not because they are economic imperialists (though they are) and not because they glory in militaristic combat (though they do) but because they are different. They do not belong to the planet and therefore there is no possibility for peaceful coexistence. The only way humans can be accepted is for them to forsake their humanity and become Na'vi. (Think literal assimilation.)

This is not a vision of a racially harmonious social politic: it is an inversion of the logic of passing that seems acceptable only because it imagines the experience of becoming a person of color as necessarily ennobling. The film argues that once a white person truly and deeply understands the non-white experience, he becomes an unstoppable combination of non-white primitivism and white rationalism which is exactly what happens. In order for the audience to support the transformation of Jake Sully into Braveheart Smurf, it must accept the essentialist assumptions that make such a combination possible ... and those assumptions are racist. In football terms, this is a variation of the black quarterback "problem."
Oy.

2/28/09

Am I My Mother?

Last night, as I was coughing and sneezing and blowing my brains out my nose, I watched The World According To Garp. Many years ago, when I was a young man, John Irving's book came out and made a splash. My mom told me I would love the book, so I read it. I did love it. Then the movie came out. I loved that too! It came out in 1982, I think. I was able to vote, but not drink.

Now, 27 years later (WTF?) the movie made me cry. A lot. I guess when you live a life as full as mine, with joy, and pain, and love, and death, and sorrow, and elation, movies can make you react like your 75-year old mother reacts to Kodak commercials.

I am not embarrassed (because nobody saw me!); In fact I am proud that I am emotionally healthy enough to cry like John Lithgow.

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