Day: July 14, 2020

Julia Marchese has a “friend” who’s “never seen a classic black and white film before”? And she wants suggestions about what b&w classics she could show this person, who’s almost certainly a Millennial or a Zoomer? First, make sure that the film is an HD or Bluray-quality presentation. And second, show him/her Out of the Past, The Train, Cold War, Dr. Strangelove, High Noon, Treasure of the Sierra Madre, On The Waterfront, Schindler’s List, Manhattan, Stardust Memories or The Hustler.

On second thought forget the whole idea. Anyone who’s reached the ripe old age of 22, 26 or 30 without having watched a single black-and-white film has probably avoided a lot of other things that might expand their vistas (books, plays, museums, travel, peyote buttons). I would guess, in fact, that they’re almost certainly lacking in basic curiosity about God knows how many other aspects of life on planet earth.

In short, their future is mapped out. They can’t be helped. They’ll never attain enlightenment. They’re a lost cause.

I suffered through George Miller‘s The Witches of Eastwick (’87) once, and that was enough. Talk about an empty, vulgar, over-budgeted, effects-driven hodgepodge…wow. Sloppy, coarse, deeply unfunny. Candy-colored Vilmos Zsigmond cinematography, pink balloons, huge yellow tennis balls, etc. Jack Nicholson was on the ample, over-fed side during filming. I remember a woman agent complaining that he looked like “a moose,” and that it wasn’t good that he had bigger boobs than costars Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer and Susan Sarandon. John Updike‘s “The Witches of Eastwick” (’84) was a different, darker kettle of fish. I’ve never even considered re-watching it on Amazon.

Beware of the “safeties,” or anyone who uses the term “I need to feel safe.” They are truly people to be feared. Because recent history has shown us that anyone who says “I need to feel safe” is often ready and willing to slit your digital throat if they’ve decided that something you’ve said or written has made them feel unsafe.

Make no mistake — these people are ready to bring death to attain the right kind of fulfillment.

Life in the big, bad world is generally an uncertain environment in terms of absolute feelings of security. There are all kinds of monsters and bugaboos ready to hurt you or steal your money or poison your food or get you fired from your job. Feelings of safety come and go, for the most part. I feel safe at midnight when I lock the door and turn out the lights, but when I go on twitter I feel like a deer in a forest filled with lions, tigers and bears.

The plug has officially been pulled on Telluride ‘20. I had suspected as much but now it’s fact.

It’s basically the fault of Trump and all those red-state governors who insisted on premature re-openings starting in late April, as well as the millions of young, reckless and entitled who need to party. Infection rates are flat or dropping across the globe but not here. Because rugged individualist Americans need their freedom. This country is a pathetic joke.

The Mountainside Inn, the poor man’s lodging choice for the Telluride Film Festival, wanted to hold onto my money (almost $1700) and roll my reservation forward to 2021. I told them “no thanks” although I would like to reserve for next year. The guy didn’t like hearing this and hung up rather abruptly (“Okay, thanks very much, bye!”) without assuring me that he’d send a cancellation confirmation to my email address.

Last week he told me that in the event of a cancellation they’ll be keeping a handling fee of 8%, or roughly $136.00. Dick move.

Telluride statement that HE 100% agrees with: “We understand that film festivals and their long-term health are not top of mind today. A safe vaccine, vital medical interventions for those sick and properly enforced health regulations are. However, we do ask that you take this moment to consider a world where gathering around a shared love of culture is no longer possible and what that means for the psychological condition of the world. If the prospect prompts a sense of despair, please advocate and champion the return of our gatherings that provide vital nourishment and oxygen to humanity’s soul, at the appropriate time, of course!”

Bari Weiss, the left-centrist, anti-left-extremist staff writer for the New York Times’ opinion section, has resigned over the general atmosphere of wokester bullying by the radical Marxist BLM absolutists (i.e., the 1619 crowd). Please read her resignation letter, but the gist is that she’s found the climate of leftist doctrinaire intolerance at the Times to be intolerable.

Over and over Weiss had been accused of wrongthink by the African American vanguard and their ardent white-guilt allies of being too centrist and measured and occasionally contrarian in a revolutionary era dedicated to overhauling conventional liberalism and quashing half-measure doctrines once and for all.

Excerpt from Weiss’ resignation letter:

In an era in which “offense-taking has been weaponized and a route to political power,” as Weiss noted a couple of years ago, her ultra-left enemies at the Times beat her over and over with their condemnation sticks (“We don’t feel safe with people like you around”), and Weiss finally couldn’t take it any more. The “safeties” made her feel unsafe.

Just as ardent #MeToo wokesters have accepted the idea that a few relatively innocent men might have to be destroyed in order to overthrow the patriarchy, revolution-minded BLM wokesters feel that severe measures (including intolerance directed at people like Weiss) are justified during a unique historical moment in which institutional and everyday racism is being shouted down and beaten into some kind of submission.

“Twitter is not on the masthead of The New York Times, but Twitter has become its ultimate editor,” Weiss said in a resignation letter addressed to publisher A.G. Sulzberger earlier today. “Stories are chosen and told in a way to satisfy the narrowest of audiences, rather than to allow a curious public to read about the world and then draw their own conclusions. I was always taught that journalists were charged with writing the first rough draft of history. Now, history itself is one more ephemeral thing molded to fit the needs of a predetermined narrative.”

Ahhh, the narcissism of small differences! What kind of a rancid, punitive atmosphere has manifested inside the paper of record? Weiss’s resignation offers a clear snapshot.

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