Catch 22 waving bye to me not long before I fled the theater my first viewing
Several times last week I had an almost, not-quite exchange with laizzes-faire “well, this is unacceptable so certainly it will be taken care of blitheness”, variation of a too nonchalant “this too shall pass” which left me disoriented, sapped of strength, as if the words were an invisible red-and-white striped straw that had unexpectedly found vein, tapped, then breezed along. My outrage over the murderous sadism of naked bodies suspended from and dying on Terror War chains, or the routine stripping of stateside prisoners for purposes of police state humiliation and dehumanization distanced with words of a tourist casual aloofness. I was in horror of the routine humiliation of real people with names and lives, easily imagining my flesh and person in their place, when around the corner strolls a mind that touches my own and I find myself in a place where velvet crowd-control ropes direct the traffic through medieval death dungeons, the victims are historical artifacts that make the price of the ticket, the chained a perpetual fact of life, the essential oddity that makes the attraction, but quickly and ultimately a prison cell is small and boring so move along. The lack of interest embraces and seems to want to win me over to its view and carry me with it. I become detached and disoriented. So this then has no meaning? Belongs to a world of shadowy “other” that has no relation to the tourist basking in the sun. They go to find something to eat and I am left in a state of slight, mute shock. Hollowed.
It’s been a long time since I read “Catch 22”. Just thinking of it now I realize that we probably no longer have the novel. A disintegrating paperback I’ve not seen around in a long time, which means it must have fallen apart and turned landfill sometime between then and now. Had the paperback already when I was 18 or 19, but I’d not read it before I went to see the movie, “Catch 22”.
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THE BLOB ATTACKS! Seriously, it does. Look around you, it’s everywhere. That bright light falling from heaven, the meteor that ruptures and spills out amorphic ooze that goes around gobbling up people? Considering the beliefs of the directors and producers of “The Blob”, it’s a safe bet it’s the fallen light of Lucifer deluding and absorbing humanity. Maybe not so confessed but I’d be seriously surprised if it wasn’t the quality inspiriation behind this Sci-Fi, horror flick that, despite poor acting, effects, script and lighting (no, I was never impressed), scared the begeezuz out of untold numbers of children. But for those not destined to be part of the Choice 144,000 reserved for the Rapture, the BLOB may instead remind of the tenacious growth of the ultra-conservative Dominionists and Neo-Dispensationalists, the absorption of millions into their faithful ranks, and their seeming bottomless pits of wrath and hunger.
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My seven-year-old son heard, from the other room, Patty Duke singing the VOD theme and thinking it’s some new CD asked me to buy it. My husband said it made him want to gnaw his leg off. Son comes in and I was playing the robo-mime girl for Husband, had told him robo-mime looked oddly convincing from the side, not right but not right in the kind of way where she looked like a movie version of the not right robo-mime played by an actor made to look not right. Son took one glance at the video and turned and closed the door, freaked by it.
Found through Billmon. This new Neely O’Hara which is based on the girlfriend of creator, David Hanson.
OK/cancel makes note of what is called the Uncanny Valley, a principle of “robotics concerning the emotional response of humans to robots and other non-human entities.” The idea is the more human in appearance the robot is, the more positive and empathetic human response is, but as the robot approaches pinch me perfection then humans want to thrash the data out of it.
The side view of the robot is quite convincing, at least in this video, the lighting, and my inner chimp response is to want to take apart the black box she’s sitting on and find the rest of the human mannequin-mime. I consider how frustrated I get with attempts to take care of any business on the phone with companies that are supposedly providing me a service, but after the contract is signed the humans disappear and from then on one negotiates recordings prompting button pushing. I don’t get mad at the voice but I do get infuriated with the “Apply considerable aggravation so they leave you alone and forget you’re there” policy of “Buy but please don’t use our service!”
Humans being humans, set Neely up at the rail station directing traffic and whether she antagonized or not, she would be an uncomfortable sight in at most a couple of weeks.
Hopefully David has a solid relationship with the girlfriend who served as model. If he doesn’t, I envision him some night listening over and over to (download at Top Quality Rock & Roll!) Patty Duke singing the Valley of the Dolls theme (which assumes a pathos before lacking) and Duke’s Learn to Live with your Heartbreak, in which she chastizes him to y’know, learn to live with the heartbreak because she’s leaving. There’s no furniture in his apartment, he never having needed any because he had Neely. He’s drunk, mumbling at, berating, screaming at then crying over his Neely whose heavily made-up eyes, in a parting close-up, are running a teary mascara down her cheeks.
Or maybe she’s biting him. I haven’t decided yet.
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you, help me
–Patty Duke “Valley of the Dolls”
Image from Wikipedia
Still too much in a flu (well, stomach bug) haze (my pregnant sister landed in the hospital with it Wednesday-Thursday, and thank goodness she’s OK) and staring at the wall being still not an option but an occupation, I am pulling out of Bigsofa archives a blog of “The Sound of Music”. Note that several things now associated with Homeland Security were in the film the explicit territory of Nazis.
The Sound of Music
Directed by Robert Wise
Julie Andrews – Marie von Trapp
Christopher Plummer – Captain von Trapp
Eleanor Parker – The Baroness
Richard Haydn – Max Detweiler
Rates: Good movie but really twisted politics
I read “Sound of Music” is the most watched movie of all time, which means it must be blogged. After all, the most watched move of all time must resonate deeply with a host of people.
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Betty’s winning job interview. Picture courtesy of H.o.p.
Sat down at the computer at 2:30 and though I’d been working continually with no goofing somehow after three hours I’d not managed to get much done at all when H.o.p. puts on one of his new Betty Boop DVDs and Marty sits down to watch after a minute and says hey come look at this twisted bit of Boop-oop-ee-doo in which Betty is sexually harassed by her employer, calls the police and ends up making out with the boss.
I ask H.o.p. to play it from the beginning as I figure it’s best not to remark upon until I’ve seen the whole seven minutes — and found the tale’s slightly more convoluted.
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