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I first saw Kim Bartley and Donnacha Ó Briain’s The Revolution Will Not Be Televised about six years back, the day after a very late night, “heroically” hauling myself out of bed and dragging myself up the road to the local cinema before sinking deep into a generously cushioned chair for the afternoon screening. If my viewing neighbors were delighted to be watching a film alongside what must have smelled something like a six-foot tall bottle of booze, their joy can only have redoubled when – approximately thirty-five seconds into the screening – this rancid alcohol-human hybrid (talking about myself, here) burst into tequila tinged sobs that rang out for the entire film…
Transpires, of course, that my extravagant and half-cut sentimentality was in aid of one of the most controversial documentaries of all time, one that has since even inspired a dedicated effort at debunkery, X-Ray of a Lie, which takes the unmistakable partiality of the filmmakers to task and accuses them of all sorts of questionable editing and bias.
What seems ultimately incontestable, however, is that the film captures – and from the eye of the storm – the attempted military overthrow of a democratically elected government, and its reversal by a popular uprising. And it is this – a familiar story with a less-familiar ending – that gives The Revolution Will Not Be Televised its awesome emotional pull, late night or not.
Whatever can be said against him, give me Hugo Chavez’s backslapping humanity (he appears to cuddle about a third of Venezuela in the course of this documentary alone) over the baby-kissing misanthropy of our own political class any day. Congratulations to him on winning another six year term. I hope he survives it.
Thee single best comment I’ve seen anywhere on the Internet, the one that totally sums up the horrifying experience of watching the Obama/Romney face-off. This in response to a great piece written by Esquire’s Charles P. Pierce titled “How to Recover from a First Presidential Debate.”
Barry Friedman, of Tulsa, Oklahoma writes:
Last night reminded me of the episode of THE HONEYMOONERS where Ralph goes on the “$99,000 ANSWER,” picks the popular music category, rents a piano, and has Norton play musical selections all week to prepare for the event. Thing is, Norton always “warms up” by playing the first few bars of SWANEE RIVER, a tune which annoys Ralph, even though he just knows the melody; so, the night of the show, first tune Ralph is given, of course, is “Swanee River,” which he can’t name; thus, he loses on the easiest, most obvious point. Last night, Romney played SWANEE RIVER over and over and, while we sat in our living rooms, screaming IT’S SWANEE RIVER, IT’S SWANEE FUCKING RIVER—or, more to the point, “47%... The Ryan budget which includes the $750-million… vouchers… women’s issues… ACA… you can’t balance the budget cutting ‘Sesame Street… 36 months of job growth… quote the RNC platform!”—Obama stood there like Ralph, dumbfounded, fully briefed, yet inexplicably, comically unprepared.
P.S. Did anyone else get the email from the Obama Campaign last night, the one that started “I hope I made you proud out there explaining the vision we share for this country”? Maybe next debate, they’ll wait until the debate is over before sending out self-congratulatory messages.
A few of you emailed me wondering why I didn’t weigh in with my 2 cents on the debate and it was simply because I was aghast at what I saw. And just so there is no confusion, I saw a bravura performance from a lying plutocrat shitbag who will do or say anything to win the election and a shockingly listless Barack Obama who could barely seem to rouse himself out of a Valium stupor long enough to babble for a moment or two.
Then I watched the media report on how Romney had won the debate—it looked that way to me—but never mentioning that he blatantly lied about everything. It was also covered so thoroughly on every nook and cranny of the Internet by folks who were apparently left less slack-jawed than I was, so I saw no point. To be honest, this election can’t be over fast enough to suit me. I’m bored by it and sick to death of writing about it. Enough already.
Still that didn’t keep me from being curious about what Jon Stewart would have to say…
The BFI Rueben Library is making the personal archive of film director Ken Loach accessible to the public. The first part of the archive will be available next week, with the remainder released in stages, once it is documented and cataloged.
The archive includes scripts, notes, call sheets and research materials, and covers Loach’s early career working on BBC dramas, such as Z Cars, The Wednesday Play and the documentary The Rank and File, and the films Poor Cow (1967), Black Jack, and Looks and Smiles (1981).
Look at that stupid, stupid face for a moment, won’t you?.
In case you forgot, Republican Senate candidate Todd “Legitimate Rape” Akin doesn’t actually know how pregnancy works.
On doctors who perform abortions, he’s even hazier:
“You find that along with the culture of death go all kinds of other law-breaking: Not following good sanitary procedure, giving abortions to women who are not actually pregnant, cheating on taxes, all these kinds of things.”
Cheating on taxes??? This was all from 2008, so I’m sure we won’t get much additional insight into this particular crazy misogynist pseudo-science theory, but if I had to guess, I’m pretty sure he’d say something about how those baby-killin’ doctors just looooove a good, medically unnecessary womb-rootin’.
I admire the slavery-to-war-to-terrorism-to-abortion transition though- it’s like a Dada game of “Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon” with insane right-wing bullshit.
Conservative talk show host Glenn Beck says that GOP hopeful Mitt Romney’s poll numbers have fallen as a part of a plan from God to make it obvious to the American people that divine intervention was responsible when Republicans take the White House in November.
“I know Mitt Romney wasn’t your first choice, nor was he mine,” Beck recently told controversial “historian” David Barton in a video clip highlighted by Right Wing Watch on Monday. “I am to the point that — A — God is trying to make this so clear to us that if it happens, it’s his finger. Because nothing looks good.”
“And yet, everybody I know who I consider a spiritual giant feels good,” he continued. “And it bothers me that I feel good because, I’m like, there’s no reason that I should feel good on this.”
Laugh all you want, but if Romney—who is behind in all nine battleground states according to the most recent polls—does manage to squeak out a win in November, it would indeed be a good argument for the existence of God. But what if he loses? Would this mean there is no God or that God is a Democrat or what? When Romney loses it seems like it might be a tad traumatizing for Beck and Barton, don’t you think, after watching this?
Now of course Beck won’t be held accountable for these ridiculous statements after the election. No one will even recall that he made them in the first place.
The clip with Newt Gingrich at approximately 1:40 is a fucking classic. Also, notice how Rick Santorum speaks of the multi-millionaire who beat him for the GOP nod with such unbridled contempt. You can tell that he absolutely hates Mitt Romney. Then again who can blame him? Santorum doesn’t even try to hide it. He can’t! (It almost makes me like him, but not quite).
Some Democrat-leaning PAC or The Daily Show or Rachel Maddow needs to make a slicker, nastier version of this puppy, pronto! There’s so much great material to work with.