Saturday 30 September 2023

Fear of The Dark


Night is the time 
of The Evil Curse,
and No Man is 
safe alone;

The Waters, are 
most Dangerous….

















"Manchester's Origins 

are all based on, like 


'I wanna pick someone who's kind of 

The Opposite of Superman, but 

also [just] as Powerful; so, 

his having telepathic powers and 

telekinetic powers, as opposed to

physical powers, 

unlike Superman

kind of represents (for me) —


'Okay, I was a guy who 

was picked-on -- so, 

in My Head

I'm Looking at People

that were picking-on Me, 

and going, : —

“I WISH YOU WOULD DIE

I WISH YOU WOULD DIE

I WISH YOU WOULD DIE !!”

and one day, They finally DID --


This, I Think, is 

a pretty relatable kind of 

Dark Fantasy that 

most people have, so -- 

Manchester IS That Guy.










Manchester's upbringing 

was very Dark -- he comes from 

an abusive Home where 

there's just Him and His Sister.


His Sister is a bit of 

a source Hope and 

some Light for him; 

she's put in a position where 

she has to work in a Sweat Shop 

and she loses her arms in 

an Industrial Accident and 

that snaps Manchester -- that's 

when His Powers unleash

that's when he starts 

executing Bloody Revenge 

on anybody who's near him, 

who ever Hurt Him

who ever did anything to him. 

He starts to explore 

What Those Powers Mean and 

what they allow him to Do.



I also wanted him 

to Be charismatic 

and funny, with just 

NO regard for Sensitivity

Political-Correctness --


In the comics, and in the film, too, 

there were jokes that we had to pull BACK on, 

because they were even pushing it TOO far...


Yeah, he was just a complete MESS

says absolutely whatever's on his mind and.... 

Kill Ya as soon as look at ya.. :)








After Superman and Manchester meet in 775, 

Superman sort of finds 

The Centre of The Power in His Brain 

and uses a little, er, 

X-Ray/Heat Vision Microsurgery 

to essentially sort of paralyse 

that bit that gives him 

His Power.





THEN, he decides to make 

another go at Superman -- 




He CAN'T get over this idea that 

Superman is as Wholesome and 

as Pure as he seems to be -- 

because if 

Superman's that Pure

that means that 

he's really that EVIL.


He starts throwing all of these 

Supervillains at Superman, 

and it's a ruse to get him 

far enough away from Lois, 

so that when he returns to Metropolis, 

she's DEAD.


But, he DID NOT kill Lois -- 

because, he had hoped that 

[Superman] would kill HIM, and, 

when The Illusion broke

he had killed a man 

under false pretences, and 

that REALLY was going to be his 

"SCREW YOU!!" to Superman -- 


but, er.... 


It didn't happen.






And so he just goes off into The World,  

and essentially commits suicide

as a result of that event -- 

when he decides it's time

he's going to end his own life

he basically turns His Own Power against himself

he sort of literally makes His Hand 

like A Gun and sort of 

telekinetically shoots himself 

in The Head...


-- Joe Kelly








Sunday 24 September 2023

My Father’s Armour




“George Lucas had Two Daughters, and he harboured a strong belief that Science Fiction and Fantasy could — and should — appeal to preteenage Girls. And thus Asla was brought up in age and reborn as Ahsoka Tano, aka Snips, Padawan-Learner to Jedi-Master Anakin Skywalker.”





“It's Star Wars starring 
an eleven-year-old girl.”

— George Lucas 
3 April 2008



The Harsh Light of Day



“Parker’s problem 
with Intimacy
turns out to be, that 
He can’t get 
Enough of it…”




“Raising the drinking age in this country from 18 to 21 
has had a direct result in these disasters 
of binge drinking fraternity parties — 

Let college students, the way we could :
Go out as 26 Freshmen, Have a Beer
Sit in a protected Adult Environment, 
Learn How to Discourse with The Opposite Sex 
in a safe environment. 

And now Today, 
because of this stupid rule that
Young People can’t even buy a drink 
in a bar until they’re 21
We have these fraternity parties 
that are like it’s The Cave Man Era. 

Well of course in this Modern Age 
this advantages Men

Men want to hook up. Men want to have sex
Women don’t understand What Men Want

Women put out because they’re hoping 
The Man will continue to be interested in them;

The Man just wants experience

The hormones drive toward. . . 

To Me, I theorise that The Sex Drive in Men 
is intertwined with Hunt and Pursuit

This is what Women don’t understand.”

— Paglia







Cut to Buffy and Willow walking through the campus late at night.

Buffy : So what I'm wondering is, does this always happen
Sleep with a guy and he goes all evil. God, I'm such a Fool.

Willow : Well maybe you made a mistake. But that's okay. Next time - what?

Buffy : Parker said it's okay to make mistakes. It was sweet.

Willow : No it wasn't. He was saying that so you would 
take a chance and sleep with him. He's a poop head.

Buffy : You're right. He's manipulative and shallow

And why doesn't he want me. Am I repulsive? 
If there was something repulsive about me you would tell me, right?

Willow : I'm Your Friend. I would call You repulsive in a second.

Buffy : Maybe Parker and I could still work it out. Do you think we could still work it out?

Willow : I think you're missing something about this whole poop head principal.

Buffy : I think I'm gonna take a walk. You go on ahead.

Willow : You sure?

Buffy : Yeah. 

She heads off leaving Willow behind. She walks along alone, then we see both Anya and Harmony, all looking downtrodden walking along.

BLACK OUT

STORM



“Do you realise 
how offensive
 you’re being?

That Tone and that Question 
were provoked courteous 
Disagreement with a Consensus 
which Kael was Trying 
to Create and Enforce







After Pauline Kael gave 
a bad review of The Enforcer
Clint Eastwood asked 
A Psychiatrist 
to do an analysis of her 
from her reviews of his past work, 
which he had memorised verbatim

It concluded that Kael was actually physically attracted to Clint 
and because she couldn't have him
she hated him. 
Therefore, it was some sort 
of Vengeance.







 PREFACE  


In the Nineteen Sixties and Seventies, Pauline Kael was not only the most powerful movie critic in America. She had become the most powerful reviewer in any medium. And her influence extended, not just to criticism of all kinds, but to journalism, to academic writing, to the appointment of faculty members at university film departments throughout the country. 

Writing every week for six months of the year in The New Yorker, and publishing regular collections of her pieces, she generated admiration (for some years deserved), and then – gradually, surprisingly – fear. She had colleagues and filmmakers she liked, and others she didn’t. Her likes and dislikes became dogmatic, remorseless. She had her cliques and imitators, including a more or less servile cult, known as the Paulettes. They chattered, laughed, sneered, whispered, loudly gossiped during previews and screenings. Then they went back to their various publications and tried to outdo one another in agreeing with Kael. 

Meanwhile, almost without anyone taking notice, Pauline Kael’s interest in movies was declining, even as her writing style became more and more excessive. She began less to write than to rule

The titles of her books, in their redundant, unfunny naughtiness, should have given it away. I Lost It at the Movies, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Deeper Into Movies. The joyless, fake ordinariness of it all, the aging, essentially humourless woman reveling in unimaginative talking dirty --- we didn’t notice, prize committees of various kinds did not notice, the underlying quality of what we were endorsing, year after year. But her influence was great, her exercises of power remarkably effective. What we might characterize as unconscious Pauline Kaelism was contagious, and now, still, pervades the culture, wherever second-rate prose can be found.  A Life in the Dark, a biography of Pauline Kael by Brian Kellow has just been published. Library of America has published an anthology of her writing. Both books are worthy and have been widely and seriously reviewed.

In 1980, Renata Adler, at the time a New Yorker writer --- author of two novels, and five books of essays and reporting, including, as it happens, A Year in The Dark, an anthology of her own pieces as former chief film critic of The New York Times --- reviewed Kael’s When the Lights Go Down for The New York Review of Books. 

That review stirred an enormous fuss, consternation, taking sides. The review itself was reviewed and discussed, as though it were News, in newspapers and magazines. It has somehow remained an occasional subject of controversy to this day. 

There were rumors: a committee had collaborated to write it; Mr. Shawn, editor of The New Yorker had secretly commissioned it; Adler was pursuing a vendetta generated by some incident or series of incidents years before. 

None of this, as it happened, was True

Kellow, in his biography, writes that Adler, at a meeting of the New York Film Critics,stormed out, saying she “had to see her analyst immediately.” 

Adler had no analyst; she had not “stormed out.” When she did, in fact, quietly walk out, several other critics, including Stefan Kanfer of Time (later, author of distinguished books), walked out with her. As they left, Kael said, “Do you realise how offensive you’re being?” 

That tone and that question were provoked by the departing critics’ (including Vincent Canby’s) courteous disagreement with a consensus which Kael was trying to create and enforce

Adler was relatively young, chief film critic of The New York Times - a position widely thought to be so self-evidently desirable that advertisements for a department store began “Some people think Renata Adler’s job is like being paid to eat bonbons.”) 

Adler had no reason to be hostile to Kael, and was not. In fact, until she was asked to review Kael’s collection, Adler had thought fairly highly of Kael’s work. 

Renata Adler’s “Pauline Kael piece” has been mentioned so often through the years, in articles about Kael, including interviews and virtually all obituaries, that people who had never read the piece had the strongest possible views of what they thought it said. Reviews of the two recent books refer to it. 

What follows is the piece itself —



When Clint Eastwood approached 
Don Siegel to offer him the directing job 
for Dirty Harry (1971)
Eastwood gave Siegel 
four drafts of the script, 
one of which was written 
by Terrence Malick. 

Malick's script changed The Killer 
from being a mindless psychopath 
who killed because he likes it 
to being a vigilante who 
killed wealthy criminals 
who'd escaped Justice. 

Siegel didn't like Malick's script, but 
Eastwood did. Malick's ideas 
formed the basis for 
Magnum Force.


The plot of this movie was inspired by 
The Death Squads of Brazil that 
were in the news at the time. 
John Milius pitched Clint Eastwood 
a scenario of Harry Callahan 
similarly encountering a corrupt 
Police Force of Vigilantes 
assassinating those they 
could not convict

Eastwood liked the idea, 
particularly since he wanted to 
address the controversy caused 
by the original movie, 
Dirty Harry. 

Some Viewers and 
Critics believed 
that it supposedly 
endorsed Fascism 
and Vigilantism

Eastwood wanted to make it clear 
that Harry was not A Vigilante.

Friday 22 September 2023

Friedkin






“I’ve always felt that A Film should first of all 
be an EMOTIONAL Experience
It should make you laugh
or cry, or be scared — 
but it should also inspire
and PROVOKE You…. 
and make you REFLECT.

Over the years, I’ve found that 
people take from The Exorcist 
what they bring TO it — 
if You Believe that The World is a Dark 
and EVIL Place, then The Exorcist 
WILL reinforce that belief…..

…..but if You Believe that 
There is a Force for Good
that COMBATS, and eventually 
TRIUMPHS over Evil 
— then You will be taking out of The Film, 
what WE tried to put IN to it.”

— Friedkin.

Oblivion





David Foster Wallace Interview and 
Reading from "Oblivion" on WPR (2004)


In fact, The 'Oblivion Machine' is the name 
in this story for The Entertainment INDUSTRY 
- comics, books, mags, film, TV, social media
that consumes our mortal hours, 
wasting The Days of Our Lives in
'picture shows' of all kinds.


Days of Our Lives is an American Television soap opera 
which originally aired on the American Television 
Network NBC from 1965 to 2022
and is one of the longest-running scripted 
Television programs in The World, 
airing nearly every weekday 
since November 8, 1965.

Stopping Power

Stopping Power
q


Dirty Harry, 
Magnum Force,
The Enforcer, 
Sudden Impact, 
The Dead Pool



Seamless Branching



Seamless Branching of 
The Theatrical Version
Special Edition Version and 
Extended Special Edition Version




“That’s the movie’s main plot, but let’s observe here that one of T2’s subplots actually echoes Cameron’s Schwarzenegger dilemma and creates a kind of weird metacinematic irony. 

Whereas T1 had argued for a certain kind of metaphysical passivity (i.e., Fate is unavoidable, and Skynet’s attempts to alter History serve only to bring it about), Terminator 2’s metaphysics are more active

In T2, The Connors take a page from Skynet’s book and try to head off the foreordained nuclear holocaust, first by trying to Kill Skynet’s inventor and then by destroying Cyberdyne’s labs and the first Terminator’s CPU (though why John Connor spends half the movie carrying the deadly CPU chip around in his pocket instead of just throwing it under the first available steamroller remains unclear and irksome). 

The Point here is that the protagonists’ attempts to revise The “Script” of History in T2 parallel The Director’s having to muck around with T2’s own script in order to get Schwarzenegger to be in the movie. 

Multivalent ironies like this — which require that film audiences know all kinds of behind-the-scenes stuff from watching Entertainment Tonight and reading (umm) certain magazines — are not commercial PostModernism at its finest.” 

— David Foster Wallace

The Intentional Fallacy




The New Critics, rather level-headedly at first, 
sought to dethrone The Author 
by attacking what they called “The Intentional Fallacy.” 

Writers are sometimes wrong about what their texts mean, or sometimes have no idea what they really mean. Sometimes The Text’s meaning even changes for The Writer. 

It doesn’t matter what The Writer means, basically, for The New Critics; 
it matters only what The Text says

This critical overthrow of creative intent set the stage for the poststructural show that opened a couple decades later. The deconstructionists (“deconstructionist” and “poststructuralist” mean the same thing, by the way : “poststructuralist” is what you call a deconstructionist who doesn’t want to be called a deconstructionist), explicitly following Husserl and Brentano and Heidegger the same way The New Critics had co-opted Hegel, see the debate over the ownership of meaning as a skirmish in a larger war in Western philosophy over the idea that presence and unity are ontologically prior to expression. There’s been this longstanding deluded presumption, they think, that if there is an utterance then there must exist a unified, efficacious presence that causes and owns that utterance. The poststructuralists attack what they see as a post-Platonic prejudice in favour of Presence over Absence and Speech over Writing

We tend to trust Speech over Writing because of the immediacy of The Speaker : he’s right there, and we can grab him by the lapels and look into his face and figure out just exactly what one single thing he means. But the reason why the poststructuralists are in the Literary Theory business at all is that they see Writing, not Speech, as more faithful to the metaphysics of True Expression. 

For Barthes, Derrida, and Foucault, Writing is a better animal than Speech because it is iterable; it is iterable because it is abstract; and it is abstract because it is a function not of presence but of absence : The Reader’s absent when The Writer’s writing, and The Writer’s absent when The Reader’s reading. For The Deconstructionist, then, a writer’s circumstances and intentions are indeed a part of the “context” of a text, but context imposes no real cinctures on The Text’s meaning, because Meaning in Language requires a cultivation of Absence rather than Presence, involves not the imposition but the erasure of consciousness. This is so because these guys — Derrida following Heidegger and Barthes Mallarmé and Foucault God knows who — see Literary Language as not a tool but an environment

A Writer does not wield Language; he is subsumed in it. 
Language Speaks Us; Writing Writes; etc. 

Hix makes little mention of Heidegger’s Poetry, Language, Thought or Derrida’s Margins of Philosophy, where all this stuff is set out most clearly, but he does quote enough Barthes — “To Write is… to reach that point where only Language acts, performs,’ and not Me’”— so you get the idea that author-as-owner is not just superfluous but contradictory, and enough Foucault — “The Writing of Our Day has freed itself from the necessity of ‘expression’; [it is] an Interplay of Signs, regulated less by The Content it signifies than by the very nature of The Signifier”— so you can see that even The New Critics’ Holy Text disappears as the unitary lodestone of Meaning and Value

For Hix’s Teachers, trying to attribute Writing’s meaning to a static Text 
or a Human author is like trying to knit Your Own Body, Your Own Needles

Hix has an even better sartorial image: “Previously, The Text was a cloth to be unraveled by The Reader; if the cloth were unwound all the way, The Reader would find The Author holding the other end

But Barthes makes The Text a shroud, and no one, not even a corpse, is holding the other end.”

Herberts




No Fair! 
You changed 
The Outcome 
by measuring it!”




“When I was 16 
I left Home in search 
of My Misfortune and 
quickly found it. 
It was in Bermondsey

There’s enough misery in 
South London for everyone
it wasn’t as cool then as it’s 
meant to be now. 

There I holed up with 
some Lost Boys, 
two years older and 
a great deal wiser, 
and in My Mind
I made them Legends.

When I look back now at 
these 18-year-old lads 
I see that They were Herberts
but I needed them to 
Be Cool, so Cool
is What I Saw.”

— Brand.



“Perhaps Young Men like Me go awry 
because nobody can hold them. 
I don’t mean embrace, I mean 
in a parental sense
like parenthesesbracket’ them, 
To Stand as A Dam either side 
of the wayward lash and
unmovingly emit Care

The only Authority I ever 
knew was negative
Either inefficient or corrupt --
This is the consequence of 
Living with false ideals 
in a materialistic society. 

The Authority that I Give to Jimmy is Sacred
I know he is flawed but I am not consulting 
with the flawed part of him —
I am consulting with the part of him that is willing 
in spite of his own numerous obligationsWork,
 and Family to provide Loving Counsel for free

I Believe this relationship becomes 
a conduit for Truth, Divine Truth. 

That needn’t mean it’s all 
chocolates and roses
There’s a fair amount 
of ‘Suck it Up’ and 
Face Your Fear’, 
but it IS Truth. 

Perhaps we can take Truth 
to mean The Timeless
The Universal
Things that will not 
erode and fade, qualities 
I need to Live the Life 
I have moved into

How Does someone who has never 
been A Father become one? 
How Do any of Us 
progress beyond 
our Temporary Limits? 

The Potential-Person 
We can Becomehums• 
in an invisible grid 
Within and Without Us. 

A Genius may actuate
by Intuition but 
All of Us need Heroes
Role-Models and Mentors, that 
We may See What is Possible, 
Living Mandalas 
to lock onto as We Inhale 
and Expand into new states.