Showing posts with label 1980. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1980. Show all posts

Monday, 7 August 2023

Baby, It’s Cold Outside




In The Past
Politicians promised 
to create A Better World. 

They had Different Ways of achieving this, but
Their Power and Authority came 
from the optimistic Visions 
they offered to Their People. 

Those Dreams FAILED. 

And Today, People have 
Lost Faith in Ideologies. 

Increasingly, 
Politicians are seen simply 
as Managers of Public Life. 

But now, They have Discovered 
A NEW Role that restores 
Their Power and Authority. 

Instead of Delivering Dreams, Politicians now promise 
to Protect Us from  NIGHTMARES

They Say that 
They will rescue Us,
from dreadful Dangers 
that We cannot See and 
DO Not Understand. 

And The Great Danger of All — is

INTERNATIONAL TERRORISM.







The story begins in the summer of 1949... 

When a middle-aged school inspector from Egypt arrived at the small town of Greeley, in Colorado. His name was Sayyed Qutb

Qutb had been sent to the U.S. to study its educational system, and he enrolled in the local state college. His photographs appear in the college yearbook. 

But Qutb was destined to become much more than a school inspector. Out of his experiences of America that summer, Qutb was going to develop a powerful set of ideas that would directly inspire those who flew the planes on the attack of September the 11th

As he had traveled across the country, Qutb had become increasingly disenchanted with America. The very things that, on the surface, made the country look prosperous and happy, Qutb saw as signs of an inner corruption and decay.


JOHN CALVERT, Islamist historian: This was Truman’s America, and many Americans today regard it as a golden age of their civilization. But for Qutb, he saw a sinister side in this. All around him was crassness, corruption, vulgarity—talk centered on movie stars and automobile prices. 

He was also very concerned that the inhabitants of Greeley spent a lot of time in lawn care. Pruning their hedges, cutting their lawns. 

This, for Qutb, was indicative of the selfish and materialistic aspect of American life. Americans lived these isolated lives surrounded by their lawns. They lusted after material goods. And this, says Qutb quite succinctly, is the taste of America.

VO: What Qutb believed he was seeing was a hidden and dangerous reality underneath the surface of ordinary American life. One summer night, he went to a dance at a local church hall. He later wrote that what he saw that night crystallized his vision.

CALVERT: He talks about how the pastor played on the gramophone one of the big- band hits of the day, Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” 

He dimmed the lights so as to create a dreamy, romantic effect. 

And then, Qutb says that “chests met chests, arms circled waists, and the hall was full of lust and love.”

VO: To most people watching this dance, it would have been an innocent picture of youthful happiness. 

But Qutb saw something else : the dancers in front of him were tragic lost souls. They believed that they were free. But in reality, they were trapped by their own selfish and greedy desires. American society was not going forwards; it was taking people backwards. 

They were becoming isolated beings, driven by primitive animal forces. Such creatures, Qutb believed, could corrode the very bonds that held society together. And he became determined that night to prevent this culture of selfish Individualism taking over his own country.

Saturday, 6 November 2021

Calumet


How'd You Like Some Ice-cream, Doc?


“ The Poster that came out 
in Europe, at least in 
England, I believe, 
before The Movie was released in Europe said, 
"The Wave of Terror 
that swept across America." 

And Kubrick controlled 
The Posters very carefully

Now, it made you do a double take. 
I remember seeing it in Europe. 
I was the Rome Bureau Chief at the time for ABC News. 

And I remember looking at it. 
It said, 
"The Wave of Terror that 
swept across America." 

What's he talking about? 

And you'd sort of think that 
he was talking about 
the impact of The Book, 
The Shining. Maybe

The impact of The Movie 
that had just opened 
over there? Maybe

It didn't quite fit. 

The Wave of Terror 
that swept across America 
from Portland, Maine, 
to Portland, Oregon, 
was the genocidal armies and 
The White Men with Their Axe 
clearing it all and bringing in extractive industries, 
among many other 
good things as well. 

But that was The Wave of Terror that swept across America
terrifying, of course
The American Indians. 

I went in to see this movie in Leicester Square Movie Theatre, right near Leicester Square 
in London. 
And I remember it 
quite clearly from... 
I can even remember 
the seats we were sitting in. 

If I went back to that theater, 
I could point them to you, sort of near the back and over to the left. 

From the moment of 
the opening astonishing 
helicopter shot, 
I was terrified
I had no idea what 
was coming. 

I remember sort of sitting 
on the front edge of my theater seat there 
to keep from falling off. 

And I remember gripping my belt buckle with my left hand, I think it was... 
yes, my left hand, sort of to keep from falling off the edge of the seat 
and to try to Control My Terror 
as I watched this movie. 

I had no idea 
what was coming. 

I hadn't read The Book. 
I had barely seen any of the posters. 

And I remember that I was stunned when the movie was over. 

We left the theater, went in... 
down into our underground car park 
to get into the car to leave. 
And as we were driving up 
out of the car park, 
I was sitting in the back left seat. 

I was thinking, 
“What was that?”
“What was that?”
“What was it?”
“What was it?”
“What was it?”

And I think 
my visual imagination looked at that 
Calumet baking powder can
the one right behind Hallorann's head 
when he was talking to Danny. 

I knew what "calumet" meant. 
It meant "peace pipe." 

And I thought to myself, 
“Peace pipe, Indians —
Oh, my goodness, 
they're all over the place 
in that movie.”


‘The Loser has to 
keep America clean.’

And I suddenly said to my friends, 
"That movie was about the genocide 
of the American Indians." 

And they said, 
"What are you talking about?" 

And I started explaining it, because I'd noticed the Calumet baking soda can. 

In the first... the first time 
we seen one, it's 
a single baking powder can 
straight on. 

And you can see the whole word, "Calumet," so there's no duplicity, like the little girls represent later. 

This is an honest truth, an honest peace pipe between them. 

The other time we see the Calumet baking powder cans is when they're very carefully placed behind Jack Nicholson's head when he's talking to Grady. 

‘No need to rub it in, Mr. Grady. 
I'll deal with that situation as soon as I get out of here.’

 There's about six or seven of them stacked up, and they're all turned different ways, 
and you can't read any one 
of them completely. 

It's... I've always 
interpreted those 
as being broken, dishonest 
peace pipe treaties. 

They're not... 
These Two Guys, 
Grady and Jack, 
are not being honest 
with each other. 

Grady is trying to get Jack 
to go Kill His Family 
and commit Genocide
in the larger sense of the movie. 

You know, I mean, 
Kubrick often, 
in many of his movies, 
he will end them with a puzzle so that he forces you to go out of the theater saying, 

"What was that about?" 

And he would put things in the scenes that he knows will be, 
among other things, like confirmers when people start to try to figure out what the movie is about. 

And we know he took 
this kind of care

There's a photograph in one of the books that actually shows 
Kubrick carefully arranging objects on the shelves 
in that dry goods room. 

I thought afterwards, 
"How come I saw this 
and a lot of other people didn't?" 

And I've thought about it. 
It's a combination of factors

First, I grew up in Chicago 
and, therefore, 
just north of 
The Calumet Harbor 
and spent summers up 
in the sand dunes of Michigan, 
around on the other side 
of Lake Michigan. 

My Father took me and my sister out to collect little bits of Indian pottery. 

I'd already... I'd already covered, at that point in 1980, five years of the Lebanese civil war. 

I was, at that point, 
covering John Paul II. 
I was the Rome Bureau Chief. 
And listening to what 
he was saying about... 

Because he had experienced 
The Holocaust at its epicenter 
and also other horrors. 

And so all of those factors were very much alive in my mind 
when we went to see The Shining, 
which I just thought was going to be 
some kind of horror movie 
by this great moviemaker. 

And all of those coming together along with the little key, 
the Calumet baking soda can
is why I just happened to tune to it as we were driving up out of that underground parking garage just off Leicester Square.”


“I first saw the movie in 1980 
when it first came out and saw it probably two times. 

I can say that I remembered 
the skier poster. 

That is one thing that really stuck with me. 
And The Window
The Window in The Office, 
that's another thing 
that really stuck with me. 

I remember, you know, in the newspapers afterwards, 
people being disappointed

And I remember people that I knew, 
yes, in dialogue afterwards, 
being disappointed that 
it was not more 
a horror film. 

Well, no Kubrick film's really 
just a regular movie. 

I understood that from, well, when I was 10 years old and I first saw 2001. I walked away. I thought, "This is a film that's supposed to make me think." 

I had my first 
religious experience 
seeing the film 
2001: A Space Odyssey 
in 1968.

Wednesday, 31 July 2019

A Collapsing MicroUniverse of Continually Reducing Options Offers The Promise of Exponential Growth Increases in Certainty of Outcomes

Tom : 
I take it you don't get 
many Strangers here.

IVO: 
Strangers?
DOCTOR: 
Yes, Visitors. 
Foreign Devils. You know, 
people you don't know.
IVO: 
Everyone here is known.

ROMANA: 
Well, what about people 
from the next village, 
or the nearest town?

IVO: 
There is only The Village 
and The Tower, nowhere else.

DOCTOR: 
Who lives in this Tower of your?
IVO: 
Why do you ask what everyone must know? 
Are you sent to test me? 
I am Ivo, HeadMan of This Village 
like My Father before me 
and His Father before him
The Lords know I'm loyal.

DOCTOR: 
Please, don't shout. Splendid, I'm sure. 
So you Serve The Lords, but 
What Do The Lords Do for You?

IVO: 
They Protect Us from The Wasting.

DOCTOR: 
Did you say The Wasting?

IVO: 
I have work to do.
ROMANA: 
Come on, Doctor. This is silly.
(Ivo starts tidying up the chairs.)

DOCTOR: 
Oh, come on, Ivo. 
These Lords of yours, how long 
have they ruled over you?

IVO: 
Forever.

DOCTOR: 
Really. As long as that
Well, that's a long time.

(The Doctor and Romana leave. Ivo shuts the door behind them, goes to a box on the wall and takes out a walkie-talkie.)
IVO: Kalmar. Kalmar, can you hear me? (burble) Two strangers, here, in the village. (burble burble) That's right, strangers. They were asking about scientists.

KALMAR: We have a generator. It gives us power for air, light and heat, and the communicators.
TARAK: But no weapons, eh, Kalmar.
KALMAR: When we have rediscovered basic scientific principles, we shall be able to make weapons of our own. But it takes time.
TARAK: How many of us have lived and died because everything takes time.
ROMANA: How long have things been like this?
KALMAR: Forever. The Lords rule in the Tower, the peasants toil in the fields. Nothing has changed in a thousand years.
TARAK: But it will change when we overthrow the Lords.
DOCTOR: What? Isn't that a bit dangerous? I mean, a chap in the village told me the Lords protected you from the Wasting.
KALMAR: You know about the Wasting?
DOCTOR: Well, only by hearsay. What is the Wasting?
TARAK: The Wasting?
DOCTOR: Yes.
TARAK: The Wasting is --
(Kalmar stops him.)
TARAK: 
The Wasting.
DOCTOR: Ah.

Tom
Listen. I'm going to have to 
go to The Rebels for Help. 
But 'Will they HELP...?' I ask myself.

K9: 
Probability of indigenous dissident group 
rendering effective assistance, very low.

Tom :
Shush. I'm thinking --
I've got to make a very impressive entrance. 
Something that'll win them over entirely.... 
Got it! Right, K9, we need 
a slight spatial movement 
and no temporary displacement. 

Very tricky, these short hops.....

K9: 
Information, Master.

Tom
What? What is it?

K9: 
The relative smallness of E-Space 
should render fractional increments more stable.

Tom
But of course! Good boy, K9!




[Outside The TARDIS]

Tom :
There she blows. 

ADRIC: 
We found it. 

Tom :
Yes, well, that's one of the advantages of living 
in a rapidly shrinking micro-universe. 

ROMANA: 
What are the others? 

(The Doctor enters the TARDIS.) 

Tom :
Other what? 

ROMANA: 
Other advantages? 

Tom : 
Ah, well, it's difficult to say

[Outside the gate]

PACKARD
The Ship's moved!
 
(It is within sight of The Gate now.

RORVIK: 
Contracting continuum. 
PACKARD: Gobbledygook. 
RORVIK: Oh, you never learn anything, do you. There's only one thing for it. Right, everybody. The MZ. 
(The bridge crew re-enter the gate. Aldo holds Royce back.) 
ALDO: I'm not going near that thing. That's a dangerous weapon, that it. 
ROYCE: No, Rorvik knows what he's doing. He's seen us right up to now. Hasn't he? 
(There is the sound of the MZ powering up. The two men run for it. KaBOOM! and smoke and bits of masonry come flying out of the gate, followed by Rorvik and his crew.) 
RORVIK: Don't give up, lads. We'll go for the back blast. 

[Tardis]

ADRIC: Why don't we just dematerialise and go? 
DOCTOR + ROMANA: No. 
ROMANA: We can't just dematerialise and leave them. There are slaves on that ship. 
(The rumble of the warp motors knocks them off their feet. The spaceship lifts off.) 
ROMANA: What's happening? 
DOCTOR: Shush. Mass attraction. There's something moving out there. It's shaking the entire gateway. 
(The spaceship turns.) 
ADRIC: Look! 
ROMANA: What's he doing? He can't take off with his warp motors in that state. 
DOCTOR: Back blast. 
ROMANA: What? 
DOCTOR: Back blast. He's going to use the jets to try and smash through the mirrors. 
ROMANA: He's mad. The back blast backlash will bounce back and destroy everything. 
DOCTOR: Yes. 
ROMANA: It's bound to accelerate the collapse of space around here. 
DOCTOR: Yes. 
ADRIC: But surely that would flip you back into N-space if you dematerialised at the right moment? 
DOCTOR: Shush. 
ROMANA: We cannot even think of that with those slaves on board. We've got to do something. 
DOCTOR: I'm not hopeful. 
ROMANA: Neither am I. 
ADRIC: Wait a minute. There is that damaged area. 
DOCTOR: Yes. What damaged area? 
ROMANA: Of course. 
DOCTOR: What? 
ROMANA: By the warp motors. 
DOCTOR: Yes? 
ROMANA: The main cable insulation is exposed. We might be able to short out his power. 
DOCTOR: No. 
(The Doctor goes to the console and flicks a lever.) 
DOCTOR: Right. Stop! If I'm not back for whatever reason in thirteen and a half minutes, I want you to dematerialise. 
ADRIC: Without you? 
ROMANA: I am not letting you go alone. 
DOCTOR: That's an order. It's about time you started accepting orders. 
ROMANA: It is long past time, but how do you think you're going to find the cable? 
DOCTOR: With my eyes. 
ROMANA: Adric and I have seen it. 
DOCTOR: Good. Come on. 
ADRIC: I'm coming too. 
ROMANA: You are not. It's long past time you learnt to obey orders. Now stay here, and if we are not back for whatever reason in thirteen and a half minutes, I want you to dematerialise. Do you understand? 
DOCTOR: I like that. I think you're improving. 
ROMANA: It's a matter of complete indifference to me. 
DOCTOR: Indifference? Thirteen and a half minutes. 
ADRIC: I'm sure you will. 

[Bridge]

RORVIK: Steady now. I want a landing that wouldn't ripple the skin on a custard. 
(The spaceship touches down with its engines pointing at the Tardis, which is very close by.) 
RORVIK: Good lads. Who's got control of the overload power? 
MAN [OC]: I think it's me. 
RORVIK: You think? Listen, everyone. This isn't the MZ we're messing around with here, it's a full blown back blast. I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your eye on the controls. 
PACKARD: Back blast activated, and building. 
RORVIK: How long till full power? 
PACKARD: It's hard to tell with the motors in this state. About ten minutes. 
RORVIK: Revivals. Break out the cargo. 
PACKARD: What, now? 
RORVIK: Well, if this works, we'll need to see where we're going. 
PACKARD: You can't do a proper revival in ten minutes! 
RORVIK: We'll revive them all. One of them might come through. Well, try it. Let's do something round here for a change. 

[Cargo hold]

ROYCE: Don't switch the light on. 
ALDO: Why not? 
ROYCE: Well, it's bad for them. 
ALDO: What, you think this is going to do them any good? 
(They wheel out the first Tharil.) 
ALDO: I don't know. Ten minutes to plug them all up. Rush, rush, rush. 
SAGAN: Ready? 
ROYCE: Yes, sir. Just as the Captain ordered. Meet the sardines. 
SAGAN: Prepare for revival. Switch on now. Well, what's the matter? 
ALDO: Er, I feel I'm coming over a bit nauseous, sir. I'll be all right with a breath of air. 
(Aldo leaves, and Royce tries to follow.) 
SAGAN: And where do you think you're going? 
ROYCE: Oh, I'll just go and make sure he's all right, sir. I'll be back in a minute. 

[Spaceship]

(Aldo has hidden in a store room, and brewed a couple of mugs of drink.) 
ALDO: Psst. 
(Royce enters and takes a mug. There is a scream from the cargo hold.) 
ALDO: I can't stand a lot of that. 
ROYCE: Funny you signed on with Rorvik. 
ALDO: Light duties is what he said. 
(Another, louder, scream.) 
ROYCE: It'll all end in tears, mark my words. 
(A third scream.) 

[Cargo hold]

(Rorvik and Lane enter.) 
SAGAN: Sorry, sir. It's no good. 
RORVIK: No good? What kind of report's that? 
SAGAN: Three tries, three rejects. 
LANE: Could be the power fluctuation where we had the damage. I'll go and look. 
RORVIK: Since when do you give yourself orders on my ship? I'll check the cable, you get back to the bridge. Well, break out some more. 
(Biroc and the other Tharil, who is apparently called Lazlo, are hiding by the main hatch when Rorvik leaves the spaceship. Lazlo enters.) 

[Outer skin breach]

ROMANA: The clipboard marks the spot. I'll stand guard. 
(The Doctor climbs through the hole and up a ladder. When he's out of sight, Romana enters and heads for a staircase. The Doctor reaches the top of the ladder.) 
RORVIK: Is this what you're looking for, Doctor? 
(Rorvik drops the clipboard.) 
DOCTOR: Look here, Rorvik. You've got to stop this back blast. You'll kill us all. 
RORVIK: So you say, Doctor. I say it's the only way out of here. 
(Rorvik stands on the Doctor's fingers.) 
DOCTOR: You can't blast through those mirrors. You must realise by now it just throws the energy straight back. 
RORVIK: They've got to break. Everything breaks eventually. 
(He kicks the Doctor back down the ladder, comes after him and starts to strangle him with his own scarf. Romana arrives and tries hitting Rorvik with the clipboard.) 
DOCTOR: Never mind the clipboard, short the cables. 
(The Doctor gives Romana the manacles.) 
DOCTOR: Drain the main power line. Earth it to the ladder. 
ROMANA: I know. I've done it. 
(Rorvik lets the Doctor go and heads for the ladder to undo the damage.) 
DOCTOR: Biroc? What are you doing here? 
BIROC: Nothing. 
DOCTOR: It's all right for you. 
BIROC: And for you, too. Do nothing. 
DOCTOR: Do nothing? 
ROMANA: Of course, Doctor. Don't you see? 
DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. Do nothing, if it's the right sort of nothing. 
(They join hands with Biroc and fade away. Rorvik has removed the manacles from the cable.) 
RORVIK: Run, Doctor. Scurry off back to your blue box. You're like all the rest. Lizards when there's a man's work to be done. I'm sick of your kind. Faint-hearted, do-nothing, lily-livered deadweights. This is the end for all of you! I'm finally getting something done! Bwahahahaha! 

[Cargo hold]

(Sagan rolls his latest failure off the gurney. Then Lazlo enters.) 
SAGAN: Here, where did you spring from? I haven't done you. Never mind, you're just what we need. 
(Sagan pulls his blaster, but Lazlo easily overpowers him and brings an exposed piece of cable towards his chest.) 
SAGAN: Just a minute! Argh! 
(Lazlo goes to the nearest Tharil and holds his paw out over his forehead. The Tharil wakes. He repeats the operation.) 

[Outside the Tardis]

DOCTOR: We've made it. Quick, quick, inside. What's the matter? 
ROMANA: I'm not coming with you. 
DOCTOR: Inside. That's an order. 
ROMANA: No more orders, Doctor. Goodbye. 
DOCTOR: What? What a moment to choose. 
ROMANA: But it is, isn't it? A moment to choose. I've got to be my own Romana. 
BIROC: And we need a Time Lord. 
ROMANA: Goodbye, Doctor. 

Tom : 
No, no, no. Wait, wait. There's something else. 
K9. He'll be all right with you behind the mirrors. 

ROMANA: 
I'll take care of him. 

Tom : 
I'll miss you. You were the noblest Romana of them all. 

(The Doctor enters the TARDIS. Romana carries K9 away, with Biroc. 
They return to The Gate and go through The Mirror. 
The TARDIS dematerialises, glowing red 
in the building back blast from the spaceship. 
The Gate explodes, then the spaceship goes boom and bursts into flames.

[Monochrome land]

(The TARDIS briefly appears in mid air by Powis Castle. 
Romana, Biroc and K9 watch from the terraced gardens.

ROMANA: 
The TARDIS. Gone

K9: 
TARDIS preserved in concept, Mistress. 
This unit contains all necessary schedules 
for duplication of The TARDIS, Mistress.
 
ROMANA
Exactly, K9. Biroc will help us use The Gateway 
to travel anywhere in E-space, 
and We can give him 
Time technology.
 
BIROC: 
You shall be Our Time Lord, and We will travel far. 
Our People are enslaved on many planets. 

ROMANA: 
And You and I, K9, are going to help Biroc free them. 
That's something we've got to do, don't you think?

K9: 
Affirmative, Mistress. 

(Time-shifted images of Tharils leave the smoking remains 
of the spaceship and enter The Gateway.

[TARDIS]

ADRIC: 
The Picture's fading.
 
Tom : 
Yes. 

ADRIC
It's gone. Nothing there

Tom : 
So it has. Nothing
Well, that's something. 

ADRIC: 
How can nothing be something? 

Tom :
Well, if the E-space image translator doesn't work, 
I'm hoping we're in N-Space.
 
ADRIC
Back in Your Own Universe....

Tom :
Yes. 

ADRIC: 
Can you be sure?
 
Tom : 
Did I say 'sure'? 

ADRIC: 
No. 

Tom :
Yes -- One Good, Solid Hope's 
worth a cartload of Certainties. 

ADRIC
Will Romana be alright? 

Tom :
Alright? She'll be superb.

Thursday, 15 May 2014

Children of the 1980s


“There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. 

What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that Rain is Poison and Sex is Death

If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a Strange World. 

Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.” 

― Hunter S. Thompson, 
Generation of Swine: 
Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's


Thanks, Doc.

Now, since we're being so honest - why don't you tell us about the Franklin Savings & Loan, you, Larry King and the kids.....