“We should worry about the [wokester] hive mind policing content at the New York Times. We should worry when any story is suppressed to tell a more idealized one, a safer one, or one that won’t offend. You can’t even find legit criticism of the forced resignation of op-ed editor James Bennet beyond rightwing outlets because the only outlet that would cover it would have been the Times under Bennett, who attempted to deliver an opposing viewpoint. They aren’t going to police themselves but they should.
“The truth is that the New York Times must learn how to stand up to Twitter. While every respectable outlet should carefully read every potentially incendiary piece before publication ten times over, they should never not publish something for fear of offending. And if they do make that decision not to publish out of a responsibility to keep the peace, that is their call.
No defunding or disbanding but…? Significant portions of police departments are regarded as unrestrained brutalists who represent a kind of governmentally-funded Trumpian militia. So if you, the Hollywood Elsewhere administrator, were in charge of getting rid of “the bad apples,” how would you do it? Obviously the uniformed goons need to go, but how do we decide which goons are the worst? I’m asking.
What kind of a staunchly retarded hillbilly nihilist jackass asswipe do you have to be to still be a Trump supporter? What did Biden say recently about 10% to 15% of people in this country being “bad”? Sounds low.
How about spending two hours and 16 minutes with a smart-assed, perpetually stoned flatliner from arguably the most low-rent culture on the Eastern seaboard and certainly the scuzziest borough of New York City, a place so low on the cultural totem pole than even New Jerseyans look down upon it? And at the same time a well-crafted film with heart and honesty and a relatable personality? And which ends…well, hopefully?
You can give the side-eye to Judd Apatow and Pete Davidson‘s The King of Staten Island all you want. You can say it’s too oddball fringe-y, too lower-depths, too submerged on its own weed planet and too caught up in nihilism and arrested development to connect with Joe and Jane Popcorn.
Which I strongly disagree with. Because it’s funny and plain-spoken (if a bit dismaying at times) and it doesn’t back off from an unusual milieu and mentality, and certainly from Pete Davidson‘s “Scott”, a layabout for the ages.
KOSI made me smile and guffaw and even laugh out loud several times (highly unusual for an LQTM-er). And I believed every word of it…every line, emotion, situation, character. It’s peddling sardonic humor that doesn’t feel schticky, although I guess it is. The tone is low-key raw, kinda nervy, certainly unpretentious and 90% bullshit-free.
Okay, it softens up during the final passage, but I welcomed this with open arms. Because a film about wall-to-wall, start-to-finish nihilism would be too much. And the length (136 minutes) doesn’t feel longish but completely necessary and natural.
And it fills out Davidson’s comic persona to the extent that he’s suddenly a completely compelling big-screen presence and (am I allowed to say this?) a movie star. And I loved the supporting turns by Bel Powley (whom I’d never really warmed to before), Bill Burr (whom I admire but have never found screamingly funny as a stand-op), Marisa Tomei and the always authentic Steve Buscemi.
It’s a shame this Universal release is going straight-to-streaming this Friday (6.12), as I’d love to watch it a third time at the Arclight with a couple of hundred know-it-alls and generally, you know, groove with the room.
The script (co-penned by Apatow, Davidson and Dave Sirus) is….what, 75% inspired by Davidson’s own life? Same Staten Island upbringing, same deceased fireman dad (killed in a local apartment fire rather than inside the World Trade Center on 9/11, which actually happened when Pete was 7), same living-with-mom (Marisa Tomei) and getting-ripped-with-loser-friends lifestyle. Quippy and weird and oddly endearing.
The difference is that it imagines how things might have turned out if Davidson hadn’t begun to try stand-up comedy in his mid teens and had stayed in an aimless funk into his mid 20s.
Aside from an unlikely dream of becoming a tattoo artist and an idiotic plan to open a combination tattoo parlor and restaurant, Scott is living a kind of “whatever” lifestyle, smoking weed and poking at this or that pretention, generally hanging back as time flies by and even flirting with stupid suicide, as dramatized in the opening scene.
KOSI reminded me at times of the Last Exit to Brooklyn milieu and the boozy despairing blokes in the British “kitchen sink” dramas of the late ’50s and early ’60s.
Scott is in a friends-with-benefits relationship with longtime friend Kelsey (Powley). His disapproving sister Claire (Maude Apatow) is about to leave for college. And his three bonged-out friends are on the verge of becoming petty felons.
And then mom begins dating a divorced, bald-headed fireman with a rangy moustache (Burr) and Scott is like “what?” And the film becomes a story about an emotionally stalled quipster-stoner trying to break up their relationship. But eventually (and thank God) there’s a way out of that.
I’m still of the view that ex-N.Y. Times op-ed editor James Bennet‘s statement about not having read the Tom Cotton“send in the troops” piece is suspicious, at the very least.
I was kicked around last night for saying this, but it just doesn’t smell right. The mob can pretend that Bennet is gone because he was simply a careless editor in this instance, but my gut says no. And I certainly don’t believe the piece wasn’t checked and assessed by deputy editor James Dao and probably others.
Here’s how Bennet explained things on June 4th. And here’s that 6.2 Morning Consult poll saying that 58% of the American public supported Cotton’s view about stopping looters. The Khmer Rouge didn’t want to acknowledge this viewpoint, much less see it supported in a Times op-ed.
The bottom line, I suspect, is Times wokester outrage over the Cotton piece was such that someone had to lose their job, someone had to take the hit.
From The Guardian‘s Kenan Malik, posted on 6.7 (yesterday), in a piece titled “Publish and Debate, NYT, But Don’t Be In Denial“: “The claims that op-ed editor James Bennet had not read the piece before publication, or that there was insufficient fact-checking, have the smell of excuses for a climbdown after the fact.
“Like many liberal newspapers, the NYT has responded to the rise of a more polarized politics by hiring conservative columnists, such as Bret Stephens. The problem, though, is not a lack of conservative voices. It’s the failure to create a wider culture of debate and engagement and an entrenchment of the ‘you can’t say that’ ethos. That’s an issue not just in liberal circles. And not just at the New York Times.”
Journo pally: “There is no way Cotton’s piece wasn’t read. Carefully. They knew what they had.
“And if Bennet didn’t read it before publication then who did? There is no way Cotton’s piece wasn’t read. Carefully. The Times calls everyone. They fact-check everything as a rule. I’ve been in stories in the Times [and] I get calls from fact checkers.
“The revised explanation is an excuse to quell the angry mob. Some are happy with this excuse but it isn’t why Bennet resigned.
“The Times-Bennet-Cotton thing is also part of a recent [wokester] pattern — Hachette/Woody Allen, Chris Matthews, Philadelphia Inquirer fallout (“Buildings Matter”), etc.
“Bennet’s statement that he didn’t read the piece suggests that if he had he would have made a different decision. But no matter how you slice this episode it comes back bullshit. From the official, recently revised Times perspective. Either they are not publishing it because they think it puts black lives at risk or they are being pressured because others think same.
“The fact is, no one told the story of those 58% of Americans who were scared and wanted to be protected by the military if need be. No one on the left wanted that to be true. But it was true.”
In ole Mexico ultralight rides cost $25 or $50, depending on how much time you spend in the air. Tatiana did the $50; I did the $25. First time for both of us.
N.Y. Times staffers representing the BLM chapter of the wokester Khmer Rouge have apparently forced the resignation of poor James Bennet, the Times editorial page editor who approved the publishing of Tom Cotton‘s controversial “Send In The Troops” op-ed, which basically said U.S. troops should be used to stop looters.
BLM supporters were outraged (i.e., “Tom Cotton’s Fascist Op-Ed” by Michelle Goldberg), believing that such a move might endanger the lives of Times employees of color. This led to an intense backlash against the article, and then Bennet himself.
Bennet initially defended his decision as an expression of the op-ed section’s policy of offering a forum for occasionally non-liberal viewpoints. But the wokesters wouldn’t have it. Bennet and exec editor Dean Bacquet soon wimped out, saying that the column shouldn’t have run in the first place because it didn’t meet Times standards blah blah. Wokester standards, they meant.
Update: Bennet has stated that he didn’t read the Cotton piece before it ran. Of all the op-eds he forgot to read this is the one he dropped the ball on? THIS ONE? I find this flabbergasting, too absurd to be true, ice cream cone smashed into forehead, etc.
Backtoarticle: Are wokester progressives turning into fascists? Have they decided that intolerance is the only way to go henceforth?
It would appear that op-ed-wise (and perhaps in other ways), the N.Y. Times is no longer a sensibly liberal, fair-minded, free-speech paper of record, certainly when it comes to issues and opinions that reflect upon people of color and particularly the forces that seem to be either vaguely or unmistakably against humanist social goals, or are vaguely or unmistakably in league with white supremacists and/or separatists, namely Trump Nation and many organs of local law enforcement.
Nobody sensible is arguing against wokester ideals and beliefs (particularly rooting out systemic racism in the nation’s police departments), but who isn’t horrified by cancel-culture fanatics muscling their way into power at the N.Y. Times with the idea of (dare I say it?) rooting out anyone else who might think like James Bennet? And thereby turning the Times into a force for our-way-or-the-highway absolutism?
What is the difference between the BLM Khmer Rouge suppressing op-ed pieces and scorning ideas that are viewed as subversive of or opposed to wokester ideals and…I don’t want to say it because it’ll sound wrong. But we’re basically witnessing the assertion of lefty progressive fascism.
I had to return to Tijuana’s Baja Oral Center on Monday to finish up some crown work, so we decided to stay a couple of days at the beachside, reasonably priced Poco Cielo hotel.
It’s about 50 minutes down the coast — just south of Puerto Nuevo, a half-hour north of Enseneda. Loving it all again, especially the fact that everyone down here is relatively relaxed on the pandemic stuff.
We felt badly about leaving Anya, our three-year-old Siamese female, for 48 hours, so we took her along. She didn’t freak out too badly on the way down — she was actually calm and cool for the most part — but she found the exotic air of Mexico alarming. She hugged me (and I her) like a frightened two-year-old child when we first entered the hotel room. She’s fine now. All cats hate travel.
But at least Anya can now say to herself, “I have now seen more than a small pocket of West Hollywood and have settled into a much more colorful realm than some swank hotel in Santa Barbara…I have seen a bit of the world, you bet!”
This part of Mexico is a 3G realm, I’m afraid, although the wifi inside the hotel restaurant is fine.
