The American Experience

From “What’s Your 1619 Beef?‘, posted three and one-third years ago (7.30.20):

“Many factors drove the expansion and gradual strengthening & shaping of this country, and particularly the spirit and character of it — immigration, the industrial revolution and the cruel exploitations and excesses of the wealthy elites, the delusion of religion, anti-Native American racism and genocide, breadbasket farming, Abraham Lincoln, Frederick C. Douglas, the vast networks of railroads, selfishness & self-interest, factories, construction, the two world wars of the 20th Century, scientific innovation, native musical forms including jazz, blues (obviously African-American art forms) and rock, American literature, theatre and Hollywood movies, sweat shops, 20th Century urban architecture, Frank Lloyd Wright, major-league baseball, Babe Ruth & Lou Gehrig, family-based communities and the Protestant work ethic, fashion, gardening, native cuisine and the influences of European, Mexican, Asian and African cultures, hot dogs, the shipping industry, hard work and innovation, the garment industry, John Steinbeck, George Gershwin, Paul Robeson, Louis Armstrong, JFK, MLK, Stanley Kubrick, Chet Baker, John Coltrane, Marilyn Monroe, Amelia Earhart, Malcom X, Taylor Swift, Charlie Parker, Elizabeth Warren, Katharine Hepburn, Aretha Franklin, Jean Arthur, Eleanor Roosevelt, Carol Lombard, Shirley Chisholm, Marlon Brando, Woody Allen, barber shops & manual lawnmowers, the auto industry, prohibition & gangsters, the Great Depression and the anti-Communism and anti-Socialism that eventually sprang from that, status-quo-challenging comedians like Richard Pryor, Lenny Bruce and Steve Allen (“schmock schmock!”), popular music (Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra and the Beatles), TV, great American universities, great historians, great journalism (including the National Lampoon and Spy magazine), beat poetry, hippies, the anti-Vietnam War movement, pot and psychedelia, cocaine, quaaludes and Studio 54, 20th & 21st Century tech innovations, gay culture, comic books, stage musicals, Steve Jobs, etc.”

“Holdovers” Momentum

I feel a certain investment in the just-concluded Montclair Film Festival. Montclair is a hop, skip and a jump from Jett, Cait and Sutton’s place, and two weekends ago I attended a screening of The Holdovers there. The festival’s audience awards have been announced, and as you might expect Alexander Payne‘s yesteryear New England dramedy won the top prize in the fiction feature category. Likewise The Taste of Things won the World Cinema audience award. The documentary feature award was won by Matthew Heineman‘s American Symphony.

Deeply Infuriating Headline

This i-d.vice headline infuriates me. It really burns my ass. Seriously…”It’s North West’s World — We All Just Live In It“?

I’m not saying that Hollywood Elsewhere has just become Takedown Central for this 10-year-old daughter of Ye and Kim Kardashianthis privileged, blase, to-the-manor-born princess of absolutely nothing…I can control myself but she was born in 2013, for God’s sake — only eight years older than Sutton.

I’m reminded of the decade-old hype around Jaden Smith, and how that didn’t happen.

Friendo: “Making her famous now is a sure path to destruction. Not to mention her father’s mental health issues and that oral sex scandal in Venice. Here be monsters.”

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Apartment Hallway Agony

I was impossible not to respect Leonardo DiCaprio‘s intense, go-for-broke performances as loose-cannon tupes in This Boy’s Life and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, which he performed at age 16 and 17 or something like that. But they were “kid” performances. Next came a pulp western, The Quick and the Dead (’95), which, performed at age 19, showcased his first teenager performance. Alas, the movie wasn’t so hot.

Next came Scott Kalvert‘s The Basketball Diaries, which I saw at Sundance ’95. This, for me, was Leo’s breakthrough — the film that really made me sit up and take notice. Street guy, edge guy, junkie,…wham. This scene in particular is what cinched the deal.

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Katie Holmes Tells Marty What’s Wrong With “Killers of Flower Moon”

Eddie Ginley to HE (email): “I was rewatching Wonder Boys the other night, and this scene….what Katie Holmes is saying, rather, reminded me of Killers of the Flower Moon.

Michael Douglas (as Professor Grady Tripp) is looking for feedback on his manuscript and Katie brings up Douglas’ lesson that writing is about choices. By not making any choices, she contends, he basically gave up telling any kind of story, finding himself lost in superfluous details.

“To me, the similarities between Douglas’ character and Martin Scorsese are clear.

“Scorsese used to know all about making choices — big, bold, confident choices that spoke to how he saw the world and what he wanted to say.

“Not so much with Killers of the Flower Moon. Is it a tragic love story? Is it a socially-conscious film about a racial injustice? Is it a gangster film? Is it an Osage Nation lament?

“Well, it’s everything and nothing, isn’t it?”

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Social Media Happyface Fascism

Every so often I get really sick of looking at all these lying, smiling, happyasaclam faces on social media…too many damn blissful photos in too many flush locations, I’m tellin’ ya…well-heeled older folks using Hawaii and Paris and Sicily and Turks and Caicos or some midtown Manhattan restaurant as backdrop statements or general affirmations of comfort and contentment…happy and beaming and seemingly overjoyed…time of our lives!

These are presentations, of course, and naturally they’re not truthful. Advertisements For Ourselves. We all understand this, of course, but this doesn’t stop the infinite ecstasy people from posting these ads 24/7. Every Instagram day is a deluge of feigned fucking delight.

Do I blame people for trying to flood my feed with relentless happyface messaging? I guess not but on the other hand and to be perfectly honest I’m feeling more and more resentful, ya wealthy, well-fed, nicely tanned and well-dressed pricks ya.

If I was hanging today in Turks and Caicos would I take the same kind of “hah!..look at how wonderful my life is!” selfies and post them all over? No, I wouldn’t — I would post handsome photos, sure, but of anyone or anything other than myself because I no longer look like the handsome glammy guy of yore** and I don’t particularly want to advertise this fact.

** Even though I look half-decent for a “seasoned” guy with my Prague touch-ups, relatively trim physique for a guy who sits and writes every damn day, CVS whitened teeth and dark Prague hair.