printThe following is from “The Tarts and “Tards” of Hollywood,” my latest column:
“…Hollywood had its Golden Age, back when well-written scripts reflected well-developed, multifaceted characters. Today, Tinseltown is a monolithic, left-liberal automaton, marching in thematic unison, and subjecting the viewer to the same impoverished, error-riddled, preachy themes.
The evidence is in. Activism and abreaction have replaced acting, and sermons have supplanted stories in the repertoire of the pretty, pea-brained community.
A giant digit wagging above a captive audience: that’s Hollywood.
The conservative-minded masochist comes to the cinema fully prepared to confront and forfeit his “fascist” sympathies. For example, in the 2008 flick “Conspiracy,” the battle is between the forces of absolute evil and pure good, in the border state of another “evil” governor.
Representing the open-border sensibility is Val Kilmer, a superhuman, super-good, Iraq war veteran. Standing in for the border-control, stark-raving crazies is an all-American, Arian, gang of war-profiteering developers.
Yet, in book-after-book, the “conservative” case against Hollywood consists, mainly, in reiterating the facts of this faction’s liberalism. Unless a protagonist is against G-d or for abortion, conservatives are culturally deaf to the piffle spewed by the pea-brained community.
What do I mean?
On a meta-level, Hollywood’s “angels and demons” productions have helped create a parallel universe willingly inhabited by our countrymen, conservative and liberal alike.
Consider the gender junk percepts. Did not the commentariat, conservatives and liberals, come together over Sen. Rick Santorum’s so-called archaic ideas on women in the fighting force? …”
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“She struts her stuff in a skirt slit up to her panties, which she promptly removes to make an underwear bomb”
Oh Ilana, for shame. She didn’t use the underwear for a bomb; she used it to cover a security camera. The bomb was made of some strong chemical compounds she mixed together.
I thought it was better than many female-power films overall. She only beat men at physical prowess when she took them by surprise. When she encounters a man without surprising him, one who is trained in the same elite combat skills that she is, she gets appropriately banged up. Unlike many films, the plot was very suspenseful and surprising to me.
TV detectives, male and female, have been woefully void of realism for years on end now. Even apparently hi-tech novelists get sloppy nowadays, from the detectives to SANE nurses in their stories. It’d be so much better for my blood pressure if, at least as far as professional etiquette goes, these authors would do half as much of the research into their characters’ jobs that I do in order to mend my damaged psyche after reading their sensationalist crap.
Most of the show people are unrecognizable from everyday people unless their presentation is cosmetically enhanced.
Sarah Palin on the other hand, could win a beauty contest were she to show up with the flu and in a bathrobe.
Hollywood can forward second rate crap as entertainment because the audience has been raised to look at second rate crap as normal.
I still like many old movies, mostly in marvelous black and white, and shown on Turner Classic Movies.
The last time I saw a movie in a movie theater was Mrs. Doubtfire in 1993 and I doubt I missed more than 6 good movies since (I later saw The Patriot and Pleasantville but on TV) and I probably got to miss 300 mediocre or bad movies.
Throw in the popcorn crud on the seats, the rude crowd talking/texting/phoning in the audience, and I think I have come out way ahead not experiencing the movie theater delight.