I’m not saying Jodie Comer‘s Last Duel performance isn’t a lead — it is — but she’d have a better shot at winning if she was in the Best Supporting Actress category, and nobody would have an argument with her performance being so categorized.
Day: November 2, 2021
All Hail Wokester Slapdown
With 83% of the Virginia vote tally, Greg Youngkin (R) has 53% (1,426,017) vs. 47% (1,263,758) for Terry McAuliffe (D). It’s a very bleak omen for what may happen in the 2022 midterms, and, in Virginia at least, a clear rejection of wokester policies as far as education (CRT) is concerned. MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow: Virginia women went roughly 50-50 in the 2020 Presidential race, but they voted against McAuliffe, 57% to 43%, on the race-education issue.
Friendo: “Democrats will probably not get the message. They should but they won’t. They have to stop listening to Twitter. Everything and everyone is racist to the wokester left (Thomas Jeffersons statue being removed from NYC’s city hall, etc.) and moderate Americans are finally pushing back. I was surprised it was such a decisive win though — 51.9% to 47.4%. They all said Virginia would be a squeaker.”
Not So Much Her Cancel-Culture Quote…
…as her impressive…er, upkeep or maintenance or whatever the proper term is. C’mon…the lady was born three months after the release of Alfred Hitchcock‘s Vertigo and look at her…she has a porcelain doll’s face. She must know my guy in Prague, or at least have heard of him. Gifted artists tend to congregate.
Madonna: It’s interesting because peace is subjective. The way people think about the pandemic, for instance, that the vaccination is the only answer or the polarization of thinking you’re either on this side or the other. There’s no debate, there’s no discussion. That’s something I want to disturb. I want to disturb the fact that we’re not encouraged to discuss it. I believe that our job is to disturb the status quo. The censoring that’s going on in the world right now, that’s pretty frightening. No one’s allowed to speak their mind right now. No one’s allowed to say what they really think about things for fear of being canceled, cancel culture. In cancel culture, disturbing the peace is probably an act of treason.”
That’s It — MacAuliffe Is Dead
MSNBC exit polls say Terry McAuliffe‘s negatives are much higher than Glenn Youngkin‘s, and that probably means (unless MSNBC’s exit poll methodology is completely detached from logic and reality) that McAuliffe is going to lose the Virginia gubernatorial election. The legend is that McAuliffe basically committed suicide over the teaching of critical race theory in Virginia schools, and particularly by implying that parents who shared concerns along these lines were racist.
The implication is that other Democratic candidates who endorse CRT and the early instruction of non-binary gender studies in schools may be similarly threatened.
No question about it — woke terrorists have taken a serious hit. Speaking as a left-leaning moderate centrist, I’m feeling mixed emotions. I think McAuliffe asked for it and has no one to blame but himself. On the other hand I feel badly about any Republican winning anything in this godawful lunatic climate.
A Few Bars of Movie Music…
…that I couldn’t identify, and at the same time I couldn’t push it out of my head. It kept playing, over and over. I knew it was either Max Steiner or Miklos Rozsa, but I couldn’t remember the film. I figured if I stopped trying, the answer would come. But it didn’t. I tried going back to sleep. It was 2:15 am. I thought of ex-girlfriends and childhood traumas and the endless boredom of school, distant cities, riding on trains through Switzerland…couldn’t drop off. Then it hit me…Steiner! Whew, what a relief. I finally dropped off.
“Bastardized, Infantilized and Destroyed”
The basic idea is that ’80s Star Trek films smacked of maturity, character and grace under pressure while the Chris Pine Star Trek films too often smacked of immaturity and impulsiveness, and were altogether whiny and enraged. And this devolution of a once-beloved franchise was primarily the fault of the coddled, wimpy, candy-assed writers (Simon Pegg Doug Jung, Roberto Orci, Alex Kurtzman, Damon Lindelof, et, al.).
Critical Drinker, 11.2.21, 12:46 mark: “The final and probably biggest strand is the people hired to write this stuff. I’ve said before that a character is only as smart, capable and resourceful as the person writing them, and…well, you don’t need me to tell you that Hollywood creators these days aren’t exactly paragons of tough, stoic, confident self-reliance. They’re the kind of people who consider mean tweets to be on par with mass murder.
“The end result of all this is a generation of writers who are weak, fragile, spoiled, narcissistic, emotionally insecure…basically children in adult bodies. The ridiculous infantile shite that today’s writers produce” — the plot of Edgar Wright and Krysty Wilson-Cairns‘ Last Night in Soho, for example — “[fortifies] the endless river of sludge that passes for modern entertainment.”
I Don’t Care About Anything
…but the paycheck. The paycheck matters. That and starring in the usual lightweight crap…Onward, Lego Movie 2, infinite Guardians, Jurassic whatever, toxic Passengers, a bullshit Magnificent Seven remake, a bullshit Tomorrow War…nothing matters, keep earning, keep eating…me and Dwayne Johnson, man…we own this kind of attitude. Fuck it all, you only live once.
Serious Respect
Soon after embracing sobriety on 3.20.12, I realized that my laughter triggers has stopped functioning, and I’d never been much of a hah-hah guy to begin with. This was where alcohol came in, and why I loved succumbing to the rude, silly, sporadic kind of beer-buzz humor that I’d discovered in my mid teens….a cackling, mad-hatter laughter on the fly, depending on the joke or circumstance or how many sheets to the wind.
Well, that kind of vocal laughter had left my system. Sobriety had shown it the door. I’d always been an LQTM type but now I was really living deep in the well. And whenever a table of younger people (or middle-aged sillies on their second glass of wine) would break into gales of laughter, I would turn and glare daggers. I’ve been sober nine and a half years, and I still do that. Hearty chuckles and moderate laughter are fine, but shriekers are obnoxious. And if I’m in the vicinity, you can bet they’ll feel my silent condemnation..
