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Finally got a chance to do viewing #2 this past week. I watched with a clearer, more critical eye this time, and I think I’ve dug down into what much of the disconnect may be (aside from the stuff I mentioned before about white dudes who can’t see someone unlike themselves as a hero or protagonist.) Short version: It’s about recognizing that perfection is the enemy of progress.
Star Wars is a generational thing. The first two trilogies were created by Boomers for their own 1950s pulp-sci-fi nostalgia, and for two generations of youth: Gen Xers in the ’70s; Millennials in the 2000s. This most recent spate of films, however, is largely being created and driven by Gen Xers–those of us at whom this universe was originally aimed. We’re making these new films in part for our own nostalgia, but also to carry on these beloved stories for our own children. Millennials are involved in this, too, but by and large, we’re doing these stories for a younger generation. Not the kids who were born in the ’80s or ’90s, but the ones born this century–Generation Z (or whatever they’re calling the 21st-century kids.)
This being the case, I think one of the reasons this film is resonating so much with some of us yet not with others is parenting. Yes, some parents dislike it and some non-parents love it, but the overarching themes of the story are particularly aimed at and best able to be understood by people who are now telling these stories to their own children. Most especially, one of the key themes–that heroes are not infallible–is an understanding that’s hard to come by until you’ve had a moment of reckoning with your own failings as an adult who’s supposed to be someone for a child to look up to. Continue reading
I’ll be seeing it again later this week, but after a couple of days to process it, I think I’m ready to write something about The Last Jedi (though my memory on details may be a tad fuzzy.)
Fair warning! There will be spoilers. Read at your own risk.
First, to get this out of the way: I loved it. I didn’t have quite the sense of happy surprise I did with The Force Awakens, which is to be expected for a sequel. It also, as many reviewers have noted, has a different tone and pacing to many of the stories that have gone before it. I suspect that may be part of the reason some people didn’t like it so much. There were also some of the usual continuity and plausibility errors, but that’s par for the course for all of these films, so, eh.
There are also, however, some people who have decided to make it a personal crusade to rage on this movie, with a concerted effort to game its audience scores on Rotten Tomatoes, Metacritic and IMDB. Interestingly, some of this seems to have been taken up by the conservative bot army on Twitter, too. It’s really odd to see a generic MAGA account purportedly run by a Midwestern retiree suddenly switch from fapping over Trump to ostensible movie criticism. This sort of thing would be expected from the mass of 4chan-spawned racist fanboy/G*mergate dipshits who have now included fetishizing Nazis with their “I’m so oppressed” whining, but having it carry over outside of those circles and into the Russian-bot army is weird. Not sure what the endgame for this particular round of automated trolling is supposed to be, or whether it’s just that since one region of the asshat Twitsphere was going off about it, the bots picked up on it.
At any rate, it’s unsurprising that The Last Jedi is getting the same sort of rageflailing from this crowd as every other blockbuster that has dared to include people other than white dudes among its heroes. Seems that when you get more non-white-dude characters beyond a token Black guy (usually the team’s “muscle”), and a pretty girl who exists primarily as a quest reward for the hero, some folks think they’re now an endangered species. Had to laugh when I got called a racist and sexist on Facebook for noting that, given the massive box office these movies have gotten, the rest of us seem to be happy with the diversity. Indeed, white dudes being only 80% of characters in tentpole blockbusters, rather than 90%, is clearly evidence of impending genocide.
Which leads me to a more-detailed take on this particular one. Spoilers ahoy! Continue reading
(Note: This is a longer version of a series of tweets I made earlier. If you’re not getting enough of my ranting here, find me there for more!)
Thinking this morning about a dude who was at my caucus a year and a half ago: White. Army-green but not army-issue jacket. Close-cropped hair. There was little time for discussion, and the hall was noisy enough that few could be heard over the din anyway, but this guy had a loud voice, and decided he wanted to dominate the conversation. He spent a good ten minutes telling us about why he was there: He was 30, he said, and had never voted nor been involved in politics before. What changed things for him? Bernie, whom he kept praising to the ceiling.
Oh, FFS, I thought. Continue reading
Another day, another punch in the face when I first read news in the morning. And another one that hits close to home: I’m genderqueer myself, and have a ton of Trans friends. I’ve already been agonizing over the ghoulish health-care bill (I’m expensive to keep alive, and lifetime caps/pre-existing exclusions would kill me), not to mention agonizing about the misery of millions of people facing police violence, deportations and other awful attacks, so this is just one more thing. But the pile of one more things keeps getting bigger and bigger, and I’m wondering when it’s going to topple onto my head.
I know we still had problems. I know there was still plenty of work to do. I know things were very, very far from perfect. Yet I can’t help mourning for how different my life was under Obama. His election gave me a measure of hope I’d never really had before, and for the first time in my entire life, I started to relax a little bit, trusting that there were people in charge who believed in and were working for the right thing. I took a risk on buying a new house. I started saving up to pay for an adoption. I wrote three novels. I had a life, not just a long series of days that each ended in a silent sigh of relief that I had survived. That relative comfort is now gone, and I’m left wondering if it’s ever going to come back, or if I am forever stuck always looking over my shoulder, grieving and angry for the people already suffering, and always wondering when the fragile bubble of safety I exist in is going to pop. Continue reading
It is my sincere hope that you’re having a good day, or at least are looking forward to doing something nice today, since I’m about to become thoroughly Debbie Downer on y’all. Short version: Settle in, because this administration isn’t dead, yet, and won’t be for a long time, but don’t give up the fight!
Since he announced his candidacy, the Trump-as-politician story has never lacked for something outrageous, often multiple things each week—or even each day. Just when it seems like we’ve reached outrage fatigue, he ups the ante. Some probably have already gone into a complacent state of new normal, but many of us are still paying attention. We wake up, check the news to see what terrible thing he’s done today, and then spend the rest of the day stumbling around in numb horror, a vague sense of queasiness coloring everything we do. It should be no surprise that we’re all eager to believe any hint that somehow, there’s been a break: something has been discovered that will finally, this time, get him out.
Folks, don’t hold your breath. Continue reading
My previous post on this topic has gotten some good feedback (yay!) but something else has come up this week that’s making me revisit the question: Some rather good data crunching pointing up the effects of voter suppression on turnout, particularly among Black voters. There’s some really terrific stuff in that thread, and I highly recommend reading it all.
Unfortunately, further analysis doesn’t bear out an assertion that correcting for this would have changed the result. While I don’t at all mean to imply that voter suppression is insignificant—it absolutely is, it’s horrific, and it needs to be stopped—in this particular case, it’s unlikely that it affected the outcome on its own. It factored in, definitely, as I’ll illustrate, but even if we isolated that particular variable, we’d still have the same result.
Let’s take another look at the spreadsheet I assembled for this project: Continue reading