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The clown car strikes again by @DavidOAtkins

The clown car strikes again

by David Atkins

Did you hear there was another GOP debate last night? Apparently, President Obama won the debate by not being there.

Also, apparently Mitt Romney made a ridiculous bet with Rick Perry, who thinks that the best way to the nomination is to keep attacking Romney instead of Gingrich. Fun bunch of people.

In a normal election, President Obama would be in serious trouble. In this election, the Republicans he’s up against aren’t much of a threat. Take this poll out of Florida and South Carolina, where Obama is leading Romney and Gingrich (h/t Zandar at Balloon Juice. Yes, that’s South Carolina with Obama in the lead:

Turning to the general election, President Obama’s standing has improved in Florida, always a key presidential battleground state.

Forty-six percent of registered voters in the state approve of his job, which is up five points since October.

In hypothetical match-ups, the president leads Romney by seven points (48 to 41 percent) and Gingrich by 12 points (51 to 39 percent).

In South Carolina—a reliable Republican state in presidential contests—Obama’s approval rating stands at 44 percent, and he holds narrow leads over Romney (45 to 42 percent) and Gingrich (46 to 42 percent).

That lead in Florida may hold up, of course, while the lead in South Carolina almost certainly will not once the nominee is decided. Still, it shows that base discontent with Presidential choices isn’t limited to the Dem/progressive side of the aisle.

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Bipolar administration– Chris Hayes’ roundtable talks about Plan B and Clinton’s very excellent speech

Bipolar politics

by digby
Chris Hayes had a nice discussion this morning about the odious Plan B decision and Secretary Clinton’s historic LGBT speech this past week. Worth watching the whole thing if you have the time:

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I had forgotten this, which Hayes showed in a clip on the show:

Long-awaited guidelines ordered by President Obama last year to prevent government research from being altered or suppressed for political purposes so the integrity of government scientists can be protected could be released as early as Friday.

The guidelines are nearly 11/2 years overdue. During that time, the administration has drawn criticism for its own scientific missteps.

Obama had been in office less than two months when he ordered his science advisers to draw up the guidelines. He told government researchers gathered in the White House that he wanted to protect their work from political interference.

“It’s about letting scientists, like those who are here today, do their jobs free from manipulation or coercion and listening to what they tell us, even when it’s inconvenient, especially when it’s inconvenient,” he said.

Update: Also this, an excellent piece about how clinicians see the Plan B decision:

I emailed this weekend with several experienced clinicians in this area. They report that Plan B has an award-winning easy-to-read label, that there are very few medical contraindications to this medication. One commented: “We seem to be saying that a young teen can increase her risk of becoming a parent (which entails lots of reading and complex tasks) but not read a label.”

She went on to note evidence of how poor access to care is for teens, how many teens present late for prenatal care, late for contraception following initiation of sexual relationships, and, yes, late for abortion if that is their choice. Plan B is designed for people who are motivated to prevent pregnancy, who should be supported and not hindered. This debate is especially ironic in light of evidence that teens who have had unprotected sex typically do not access emergency contraception, when these medications are free or distributed to them in advance.

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Newtie in Nixonland

Newtie in Nixonland

by digby

Joan Walsh makes an interesting observation about a potential Newtie-Obama showdown:

One of the most unsettling moments of 2008 campaign came when Barack Obama told an interviewer, “I come from a new generation of Americans; I don’t want to fight the battles of the ’60s.” What an oddly cavalier thing to say. Obama’s presidential campaign, in fact, most of his career, would not have been possible without the battles of the ’60s. I wasn’t sure what was worse, that he believed what he said, that he thought we’d reached some kind of post-racial, post-ideological promised land, that we’d won the battles of the ’60s? Or that he didn’t, but he thought it was a politically winning message, putting all that muss and fuss behind us. I have to think it’s the latter. He’s a smart man.

Obama’s comments about the ’60s shouldn’t have been surprising. He’d already gone on in the same vein in his second book, “The Audacity of Hope.” There he confided that “in the back and forth between [Bill] Clinton and [Newt] Gingrich, and in the elections of 2000 and 2004, I sometimes felt as if I were watching the psychodrama of the baby boom generation — a tale rooted in old grudges and revenge plots hatched on a handful of college campuses long ago — played out on the national stage.”

The vicious GOP crusade against Clinton had been like an old college feud? Gingrich had proposed putting the children of welfare recipients in orphanages, and blamed Democrats for Susan Smith drowning her little boys. He personally wrote the GOP playbook for demonizing Democrats, advising other Republicans to call them “sick,” “corrupt,” “destructive,” “traitors” and about 50 other words for depravity. And Obama likened his differences with Clinton to the rumbling of rival frat boys? Obama did nod to “the victories that the 60s brought about” in the book, but he also blamed the Clinton-Gingrich gridlock on a case of “arrested development” among Americans raised in postwar affluence. So maybe there’s some kind of karma in the unlikely but growing possibility that the president himself will have to face Gingrich head to head in 2012. It’s becoming clear we’re still fighting “the battles of the ’60s.”

I wasn’t impressed with Obama’s analysis at the time. It was hard to know if he was just posturing for electoral purposes but it sounded to me like it could be a harbinger of things to come — an unwillingness to come to terms with the very real faultlines in American politics.

Rick Perlstein memorably wrote about this in the Washington Post a couple of years ago, making a definitive case that we are still living in Nixonland. (In my view we are always living in Nixonland.)

Perlstein wrote:

The fact is, the ’60s are still with us, and will remain so for the imaginable future. We are all like Zhou Enlai, who, asked what he thought about the French Revolution, answered, “It is too early to tell.” When and how will the cultural and political battle lines the baby boomers bequeathed us dissolve? It is, well and truly, still too early to tell. We can’t yet “overcome” the ’60s because we still don’t even know what the ’60s were — not even close.

Born myself in 1969 to pre-baby boomer parents, I’m a historian of America’s divisions who spent the age of George W. Bush reading more newspapers written when Johnson and Richard Nixon were president than current ones. And I recently had a fascinating experience scouring archives for photos of the 1960s to illustrate the book I’ve just finished based on that research. It was frustrating — and telling.

The pictures people take and save, as opposed to the ones they never take or the ones they discard, say a lot about how they understand their own times. And in our archives as much as in our mind’s eye, we still record the ’60s in hazy cliches — in the stereotype of the idealistic youngster who came through the counterculture and protest movements, then settled down to comfortable bourgeois domesticity.

What’s missing? The other side in that civil war. The right-wing populist rage of 1968 third-party presidential candidate George Wallace, who, referring to an idealistic protester who had lain down in front of Johnson’s limousine, promised that if he were elected, “the first time they lie down in front of my limousine, it’ll be the last one they’ll ever lay down in front of because their day is over!” That kind of quip helped him rise to as much as 20 percent in the polls.

It’s easy to find hundreds of pictures of the national student strike that followed Nixon’s announcement of the invasion of Cambodia in the spring of 1970. Plenty of pictures of the riots at Kent State that ended with four students shot dead by National Guardsmen. None I could find, however, of the counter-demonstrations by Kent, Ohio, townies — and even Kent State parents. Flashing four fingers and chanting “The score is four/And next time more,” they argued that the kids had it coming.

The ’60s were a trauma — two sets of contending Americans, each believing they were fighting for the future of civilization, but whose left- and right-wing visions of redemption were opposite and irreconcilable. They were a trauma the way the war of brother against brother between 1861 and 1865 was a trauma and the way the Great Depression was a trauma. Tens of millions of Americans hated tens of millions of other Americans, sometimes murderously so. The effects of such traumas linger in a society for generations.

Having grown up in a right wing household in that time, the memories of my childhood and youth are all colored by that fight. It has long been clear to me that that battle (and the underlying divide that’s existed for centuries)form the basis of our politics. Nixonland is America.

I get why the Obama supporters of 2008 wanted to believe those tired old battles were over. Young people always want to move on from their elders’ experience and write their own history. But they didn’t realize that Obama himself is a baby boomer, much closer in age to geezers like me than to them, despite his youthful appearance and modern tastes in popular culture. He grew up in the middle of Nixonland, just as I did, and he was similarly affected whether he wants to believe it or not.

The good news is that he may be about to face Nixon’s most direct heir, Newt Gingrich. If he recognizes this, he will see that his personal experience has prepared him well for the battle to come. It’s one we’ve been having our whole lives.

Update:

I don’t usually read Ross Douthat, but someone brought his column to my attention today and this insight is quite interesting:

Newt Gingrich’s recent rise in the polls is being sustained, in part, by a right-wing version of exactly the impulse that led Democrats to nominate Kerry: a desperate desire to somehow beat Barack Obama at his own game, and to explode what conservatives consider the great fantasy of the 2008 campaign — the conceit that Obama possessed an unmatched brilliance and an unprecedented eloquence.

This fantasy ran wild four years ago. Obama is “probably the smartest guy ever to become president,” the presidential historian Michael Beschloss announced shortly after the November election. The then-candidate’s Philadelphia address on race and Jeremiah Wright was “as great a speech as ever given by a presidential candidate,” a group of progressive luminaries declared in The Nation. Obama’s “Dreams From My Father” is quite possibly “the best-written memoir ever produced by an American politician,” Time Magazine’s Joe Klein declared. “He is not the Word made flesh,” Ezra Klein wrote of Obama’s rhetoric in The American Prospect, “but the triumph of word over flesh, over color, over despair.”

It’s easy to see why this kind of myth-making would infuriate Obama’s opponents. And so ever since the 2008 election, the right has embraced a sweeping counternarrative, in which the president’s eloquence is a myth and his brilliance a pure invention. Take away his campaign razzle-dazzle and his media cheering section, this argument goes, and what remains is a droning pedant, out of his depth and tongue-tied without a teleprompter.

Far be in from me to suggest there might be any other reason why these people might see Barack Obama as a plodding, dumb, affirmative action hire despite all evidence to the contrary. After all, they love Herman Cain.

But Douthat’s larger point is probably correct and I think what proves it more than anything is the base’s rejection of true blue conservatives Perry and Bachman. They want their own innelekshul this time to put that overrated so-and-so in the White House in his place. And the closest thing they have to that is Newtie.

Still Nixonland.

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Nuclear Fools: even in the face of Fukushima, greed wins out

Nuclear Fools

by digby

It’s clear the anti-regulatory right won’t be happy until their zealotry causes huge numbers of people to die. There’s just no other explanation for this sort of thing:

Commission Chairman Gregory Jaczko is a longtime proponent of reforming safety standards at nuclear power plants and was the first chair to win the seat without the support of the industry. The other four members were all strongly backed by the nuclear industry when they were nominated and confirmed.

In early December, the four other commission members wrote a letter to White House Chief of Staff William Daley accusing Jaczko of “increasingly problematic and erratic” behavior.

The letter was made public by Issa, chairman of the House Oversight and Government Reform Committee. All five commission members are scheduled to appear Wednesday before his panel. Issa has requested that a White House representative attend as well.

Jaczko is a former staffer to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid (D-Nev.), who successfully fought off the industry’s effort to use Yucca Mountain in his state as a dumping ground for nuclear waste. Jaczko also worked for Markey, an outspoken proponent of legislation to address climate change and a critic of the industry’s safety record.

The push for nuclear safety reforms was galvanized by the nightmare scenario in Japan, where radioactivity still haunts large swaths of the area around the Fukushima nuclear plant that failed in March 2011.

“The actions of these four Commissioners since the Fukushima nuclear disaster has caused a regulatory meltdown that has left America’s nuclear fleet and the general public at risk,” said Markey in a statement. “Instead of doing what they have been sworn to do, these four Commissioners have attempted a coup on the Chairman and have abdicated their responsibility to the American public to assure the safety of America’s nuclear industry. I call on these four Commissioners to stop the obstruction, do their jobs and quickly move to fully implement the lessons learned from the Fukushima disaster.”

In his own letter to Daley, Jaczko responded to the allegations, Reuters reported. “Unfortunately, all too often, a majority of this current commission has taken an approach that is not as protective of public health and safety as I believe is necessary,” he wrote.

These greedheads won’t be happy until we have one of these:

Mother Jones has been keeping up on the Fukushima news. Here’s just one of many disturbing reports:

Another new paper (open access) in PNAS reports on the distribution of Cesium-137. With its half-life of 30.1 years—meaning it will lose only half its radioactivity in the next three decades—cesium-137 is the most dangerous of all fallout for livestock and hence human life in the area for decades to come. The researchers found Cesium-137 strongly contaminated soils in large areas of eastern and northeastern Japan, whereas western Japan was sheltered by its mountain ranges. Soils and ocean waters between 130–150 °E and 30–46 °N were estimated to contaminated by 5.6 and 1.0 petabecquerels, respectively.

That will happen here if these reckless, avaricious one percenters have their way. If they can’t stop angling to reduce regulations even in the face of the worst nuclear disaster since Chernobyl then they are a true danger to mankind.

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Durban is better than nothing by @DavidOAtkins

Durban is better than nothing

by David Atkins

So this is a pleasant surprise:

UN climate conference approves landmark deal

New accord will put all countries under the same legal requirements to control greenhouse gases by 2020 at the latest.

The president of the UN climate conference in South Africa has announced agreement on a programme mapping out a new course by all nations to fight climate change over the coming decades.

Maite Nkoana-Mashabane, who is also South Africa’s foreign minister, said the 194-party conference had agreed to start negotiations on a new accord that would put all countries under the same legal regime to enforce their commitments to control greenhouse gases.

“We came here with plan A, and we have concluded this meeting with plan A to save one planet for the future of our children and our grandchildren to come,” Nkoana-Mashabane said.

“We have made history,” she said.

Ban Ki-moon, the UN secretary-general, said the deal represents “an important advance in our work on climate change”.

Delegates agreed to start work next year on the new treaty to be decided by 2015 and to come into force by 2020.

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, of course. Details of the treaty still need to be hammered out. It doesn’t go nearly far enough, fast enough to where we need to be. Of course, it’s anybody’s guess what where “we need to be” even is, or can be.

But small steps are better than no steps. The best hope for humanity right now that worldwide protests against the financial oligarchy continue, that the austerity craze becomes increasingly seen as the awful and insanely stupid trend that it is, that the inevitable global climate-change-induced weather events of the next few years drive more attention to this issue, and that the nations of the world cooperate on an international Apollo Program of sorts to achieve sustainable energy innovations and conservation investments to quickly mitigate the problem.

That’s optimistic by far, but it’s the best shot for humanity’s future–to say nothing of the future of the millions of other species on the planet that are rapidly dying off due to our lack of action.

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Saturday Night At The Movies — Blu Christmas: The Top 10 hi-def reissues of 2011

Saturday Night At The Movies


Blu Xmas: The Top 10 hi-def reissues of 2011
By Dennis Hartley












Since procrastinators (you know who you are) still have a little window (now through December 15, according to the USPS) to mail parcel post in time for Christmas delivery, I thought I’d toss out some gift ideas for you, with ten Blu-rays to consider. Most titles also have a concurrent standard DVD edition available, so if you don’t have a Blu-ray player, don’t despair. As per usual, my list is presented in alphabetical, not preferential order. But first, we need to talk (awkward silence). Well, just a gentle reminder. Any time you click a film title link from this weekly feature and end up making a purchase (any Amazon item), you help your favorite starving bloggers get a little something more than just a lump of coal in their Christmas/Hanukah stockings… *cough*…). Happy holidays!

Barry Lyndon – Although it remains a mystery as to why Stanley Kubrick’s most visually sumptuous film took so long to arrive on Blu-ray, I’m just happy that it finally has. This beautifully constructed, leisurely paced adaptation of William Makepeace Thackeray’s rags-to-riches-to-rags tale about a roguish Irishman of low birth (Ryan O’Neal) who grifts his way into the British aristocracy is like watching 18th-century paintings come to life (and to its detractors, about as exciting as being forced to stare at one of said paintings for 3 hours, strapped to a chair). This magnificent film has improved with age, like a fine wine; successive viewings prove the legends about Kubrick’s obsession with the minutest of details regarding production design were not exaggerated-every frame steeps in period authenticity. Michael Hordern’s delightfully droll voiceover performance as The Narrator rescues the proceedings from sliding into staidness. Warner includes no extras to speak of (they are notorious for issuing bare bones editions), but the film looks spectacular. Now, if “someone” would release Ridley Scott’s gorgeous 1977 Napoleonic piece, The Duellists on Blu-ray (anyone? Bueller?) then my life will be (sorta) complete.

Beauty and the Beast – Out of the myriad movie adaptations of Mme. Leprince de Beaumont’s fairy tale, Jean Cocteau and (uncredited) co-director Rene Clement’s 1946 version remains the most deeply haunting and romantic rendering. This probably had something to do with the fact that it was made by a director who quite literally had the soul of a poet (Cocteau’s day job, in case you didn’t know). Jean Marais (Cocteau’s favorite leading man, onscreen and off) gives a touching and soulful performance as The Beast who is paralyzed by an unrequited passion for his “prisoner of love”, the beautiful Belle (Josette Day). This version is a surreal, transportive fantasy that I don’t think was made for kids (especially with the psychosexual undercurrents). The moral of the original tale, however, remains intact, and simple enough for a child to grasp: it’s what’s inside that counts. The film is a triumph of production design, with an inventive visual style that continues to influence filmmakers (a recent example would be Guillermo del Toro, who wore the Cocteau influence all over his sleeve in his 2006 film, Pan’s Labyrinth ). Criterion’s Blu-ray reissue of the 2002 restoration highlights Henri Alekan’s stunning B & W photography. Extras include a fascinating interview with (the late) Alekan, who shares memories while visiting a few original shooting locations. The disc has an option to run Philip Glass’ synchronous opera, La Belle et la Bête, as an alternate soundtrack.

Blow Out – One of Brian de Palma’s finest efforts, this 1981 paranoia thriller is one of my favorite conspiracy-a-go-go flicks. John Travolta stars as a movie sound man who works on schlocky horror films. One night, while making a field recording of outdoor ambience, he unexpectedly captures the sounds of a fatal car accident involving a political candidate, which may or may not have actually been an “accident”. The proof lies buried somewhere in his recording-which naturally becomes a coveted item by a number of dubious characters. His life begins to unravel in tandem with the secrets on his tape. The director brings on a full arsenal of influences (from Antonioni to Hitchcock), but succeeds in making this one his most “de Palma-esque” (if that makes sense) with some of the deftest set-pieces he’s ever done (particularly in the climax-which borders on the poetic-followed by one of the most haunting epilogues you’ll ever see). This visually stunning film has been screaming for a Blu-ray release, and Criterion has done it proud. The extras include excellent, in-depth interviews with de Palma and co-star Nancy Allen.

Kiss Me Deadly – Robert Aldrich directed this influential 1955 pulp noir, adapted by A.I. Bezzerides from Mickey Spillane’s novel. Ralph Meeker is the epitome of Cool as hard-boiled private detective Mike Hammer, who gives a ride to a half-crazed (and half-naked) escapee from “the laughing house” (Cloris Leachman) one fateful evening after she flags him down on the highway. This sets off a chain of events that escalates from pushing matches with low-rent thugs to an embroilment with a complex conspiracy involving a government scientist and a stolen box of highly radioactive “whatsit” that is being coveted by any number of shadowy and nefarious parties. The sometimes confounding plot takes a back seat to the film’s groundbreaking look and vibe. The expressive and inventive cinematography (by Ernest Laszlo), coupled with the shocking brutality and nihilism of the characters, puts it light years ahead of its time. Criterion’s transfer is excellent (even if the hi-def does bring out the inherent graininess-which you won’t notice after a bit). Extras include commentary from two respected noir historians, contextual excerpts from two docs (one about screenwriter Bezzerides and the other a profile of Spillane) and a tribute by Alex Cox (who paid homage in his film, Repo Man ).

Looney Tunes Platinum Collection Vol. 1 – During those long, dark nights of my soul, when all seems hopeless and futile, there’s always one particular thought that never fails to bring me back to the light. It’s that feeling that somewhere, out there in the ether, there’s a frog, with a top hat and a cane, waiting for a chance to pop out of a box to sing:

Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime galSend me a kiss by wire, baby my heart’s on fire…
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, just go ahead and skip to the next review now. The rest of you might want to check out this fabulous 3-disc collection, which features 50 classic animated shorts (and 18 rarities) from the Warner Brothers vaults. Deep catalog Looney Tunes geeks may quibble until the cows come home about what’s not here (Warner has previously released six similar DVD collections in standard definition), but for the more casual fans (like yours truly) there is plenty here to please. I’m just happy to have the likes of “One Froggy Evening”, “I Love to Singa”, “Rabbit of Seville”, “Duck Amuck”, “Leghorn Lovelorn”, “Three Little Bops” and “What’s Opera Doc?” all in one place. The selections cover all eras, from the 1940s onward. One thing that does become clear, as you watch these restored gems in gorgeous hi-def (especially those from the pre-television era) is that these are not “cartoons”, they are 7 ½ minute films, every bit as artful as anything else cinema has to offer. Extras include a trio of excellent documentaries about the studio’s star director, the legendary Chuck Jones. The real diamond amongst the rarities is The Dot and the Line: A Romance in Lower Mathematics (directed by Jones for MGM), which won the 1965 Oscar for Best Animated Short Film.
The Man Who Would Be King – Look in the dictionary under “ripping yarn” and you’ll likely see a picture of this engaging adventure from 1975, co-adapted by director John Huston with Gladys Hill from Rudyard Kipling’s classic short story. Stars Sean Connery and Michael Caine both shine (and have fantastic chemistry) as a pair of British army veterans who set their sights on plundering an isolated kingdom in the Hindu Kush. Well, that’s their initial plan. Before it’s all said and done, one of them finds himself to be the King of Kafiristan, and the other one sort of…covering his friend’s flank while they both try to figure out how they are going to load up all that treasure and make a graceful exit without losing their heads in the process. As it is difficult for a king to “uncrown” himself, that is going to take one hell of a soft shoe routine. In the realm of “buddy films”, the combined star magnetism provided here by Connery and Caine has seldom been equaled (Redford and Newman come to mind). Also with Christopher Plummer (as Kipling) and Saeed Jaffrey. Warner’s Blu-ray is short on extras, but has a spiffy transfer.

Once Upon A Time In The West -Although it is chockablock with classic “western” tropes, Sergio Leone manages to honor, parody, and transcend the genre all at once with this 1968 masterpiece. This is a textbook example of pure cinema, distilled to a crystalline perfection of mood, atmosphere and narrative at its most elemental. At its heart, it’s a relatively simple revenge tale, involving a headstrong widow (Claudia Cardinale) and an enigmatic “harmonica man” (Charles Bronson) who both have a sizable bone to pick with a sociopathic gun for hire (Henry Fonda, cast against type as one of the most execrable villains in screen history). But there are bigger doings afoot as well-like building a railroad and winning the (mythic) American West. Also on board: Jason Robards, Jack Elam, Woody Strode and Keenan Wynn. Dario Argento and Bernardo Bertolucci had a hand in developing the story, and it wouldn’t be a classic Leone joint without a typically rousing soundtrack by his longtime musical collaborator, Ennio Morricone (love that “Harmonica Man Theme”). It goes without saying that Tonino Delli Colli’s cinematography is breathtaking in HD. Paramount’s Blu-ray includes the theatrical and fully restored versions, and carries over all of the extras from their previous DVD edition.

The Stuntman -“How tall was King Kong?” That’s the $64,000 question, posed several times by Eli Cross (Peter O’Toole), the larger-than-life director of the film-within-the-film in Richard Rush’s 1980 cult classic. Once you discover that King Kong was but “3 foot, six inches tall”, it becomes clear that the fictional director’s query is actually code for a much bigger question: “What is reality?” And that is the question to ponder as you take this wild ride through the Dream Factory. Because from the moment our protagonist, a fugitive on the run from the cops (Steve Railsback) tumbles ass over teakettle onto Mr. Cross’s set, where he is in the midst of filming an art-house flavored WW I action adventure, his concept of what is real and what isn’t becomes quite muddled, to say the least (as does ours). O’Toole really chews the scenery; he is ably supported by a cast that includes Barbara Hershey and Allen Garfield. A one-of-a-kind flick that stands up well to repeat viewings, it is truly a movie for people who love the movies. The Blu-ray transfer does reveal it to be a candidate for a full-blown restoration at some point-but you can’t have everything. Luckily, Severin Films has seen fit to include the full-length doc, The Sinister Making of the Stuntman, because it makes for a fascinating tale in and of itself.

The Sweet Smell of Success – I think I actually nearly swooned when I first heard that Criterion was going to give this one the Blu-ray treatment; it’s one of my all-time favorite noirs. Tony Curtis gives a knockout performance as a slimy press agent who shamelessly sucks up to Burt Lancaster’s JJ Hunsecker, a powerful NYC entertainment columnist who can launch (or sabotage) show biz careers with a flick of his poison pen (yes, kids-print journalists once held that kind of power…JJ is sort of a cross between Perez Hilton and Andrew Breitbart). Although it was made 50 years ago, the film retains its edge and remains one of the most vicious and cynical ruminations on America’s obsession with fame and celebrity. Alexander Mackendrick directed, and the sharp Clifford Odets/Ernest Lehman screenplay veritably drips with venom. Lots of quotable lines; Barry Levinson paid homage in his 1982 film Diner , with a character who is obsessed with the film and drops in and out of scenes, incessantly quoting the dialogue. A 1973 documentary about the cinematographer James Wong Howe is the highlight amongst the extras on the disc.

3 Women -If Robert Altman’s haunting, one-of-a-kind 1977 character study plays out like a languid, sun-baked California desert fever dream, it’s because it was. As the late director explains on the commentary track of Criterion’s 2011 reissue, the story literally appeared to him while he was sleeping. What ended up on the screen not only represents Altman’s personal best, but the best American art film of the 1970s. The three women of interest are Millie (Shelly Duvall), an incessantly chatty nursing home therapist, dismissed as a needy bore by everyone around her except for her childlike roommate/co-worker Pinky (Sissy Spacek), who worships the ground she walks on, and the enigmatic Willie (Janice Rule), a pregnant artist who whiles away her days painting bizarre anthropomorphic lizard figures on the bottoms of swimming pools. The personas of the three women merge in an oddly compelling fashion, bolstered by fearless performances from the trio of leading ladies. By the end, it’s irrefutable that Willie, Millie and Pinky could only have come from the land of Wynken, Blynken and Nod. Criterion uncharacteristically skimps on disc extras, but this mesmerizing film was made for HD.

Honorable mention: For the Stanley Kubrick fan on your list, Criterion’s reissue of the director’s 1956 noir, The Killing is a shoo-in. The package features what must be the most generous “bonus” of the year, which is Kubrick’s 1955 noir, Killer’s Kiss (also nicely restored). I did a more detailed essay about the two films in August. BTW, more good news for Kubrick fans: A super-rare screening of Kubrick’s “lost” debut film, Fear and Desire, will air December 14th on TCM. I hope this means a DVD is in the works…
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Brain freeze: hope your airline pilot doesn’t get it

Brain freeze

by digby

I realize that the risks of being in an airplane crash are vanishingly small compared to many other everyday risks to life and limb. I drive on LA freeways, for instance — not that I don’t think about that risk as well.

But there is something about airplane crashes that hit a primal chord in a lot of people and it seems to affect me more and more. (I think most of us get more fearful as we age — not one of the more attractive aspects of getting older.) Anyway, this piece is about the Air France crash from a couple of years ago, in which a 747 flying from Rio to Paris seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. They found the black boxes recently and made a chilling discovery about the cause:

Air France 447 was operating with three pilots: a captain, who was the most senior crewmember, and two co-pilots. At any given time, two of them were required to be in the cockpit, seated at the pair of seats equipped with controls. Four hours into the flight, the captain went to take a nap, leaving the flying of the plane to the more junior of the co-pilots, Pierre-Cédric Bonin. Sitting beside him was the other co-pilot, David Robert.

The crisis began mere minutes later, when the plane flew into clouds roiling up from a large tropical thunderstorm, and the moisture condensed and froze on the plane’s external air-speed sensors. In response, the autopilot disengaged. For a few minutes, the pilots had no way of knowing how fast they were going, and had to fly the plane by hand — something, crucially, that Bonin had no experience doing at that altitude.

The proper thing for Bonin to have done would have been to keep the plane flying level and to have Robert refer to a relevant checklist to sort out their airspeed problems. Instead, neither man consulted a checklist and Bonin pulled back on the controls, causing the airplane to climb and lose airspeed. Soon, he had put the plane into an aerodynamic stall, which means that the wings had lost their ability to generate lift. Even with engines at full power, the Airbus began to plummet toward the ocean.

As the severity of their predicament became more and more apparent, the pilots were unable to reason through the cause of their situation. Despite numerous boldfaced clues to the nature of their problem — including a stall-warning alarm that blared 75 times — they were simply baffled. As Robert put it, after the captain had hurried back to the cockpit, “We’ve totally lost control of the plane. We don’t understand at all… We’ve tried everything.”

Psychologists who study performance under pressure are well aware of the phenomenon of “brain freeze,” the inability of the human mind to engage in complex reasoning in the grip of intense fear. It appears that arousal of the amygdala causes a partial shutdown of the frontal cortex, so that it becomes possible to engage only in instinctive or well-learned behaviour.

In the case of Air France 447, it appears that Bonin, in his panic, completely forgot one of the most basic tenets of flight training: when at risk of a stall, never pull back on the controls. Instead, he held back the controls in a kind of panicked death-grip all the way down to the ocean. Ironically, if he had simply taken his hands away, the plane would have regained speed and started flying again.

Creepy, no?

Again, the risks of this happening to you are practically nil. But the description of that circumstance is chilling.

Ironically, as the industry has automated many more of the pilot functions due to this “brain freeze” phenomenon the pilots have less actual experience flying planes and are more subject to it. According to the author of the piece, it is going to lead to planes being completely automated. I’m not sure why this is a good thing.

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A global zeitgeist by @DavidOAtkins

A global zeitgeist

by David Atkins

Meanwhile, in Russia:

MOSCOW — Tens of thousands of Russians walked purposefully to a square in the center of Moscow on Saturday, speaking up against their authoritarian government after years of silence and marking a dividing point in the rule of Vladimir Putin.

People raised their voices in cities and towns across the country, an estimated 20,000 to 40,000 in Moscow, another 10,000 in St. Petersburg. In a buoyant mood, they celebrated a widespread feeling that something had changed as they gathered in the largest opposition protests Putin has ever encountered.

While no one was calling it a revolution — bloggers dubbed it The Great December Evolution — protesters demanded free elections and called for their leaders to listen to them. Organizers promised to hold an even bigger rally on Dec. 24.

Putin no doubt will win the presidency in March, putting him in position to rule for another 12 years. But by the end of the demonstration, change had already begun. Heavily armored police stood silently and respectfully and made no arrests here, unlike earlier in the week. Two government-owned television stations, Channel One and NTV, broadcast straightforward reports of the demonstration after ignoring the others over the last week. And in a message from his jail cell, blogger Alexei Navalny told Russians they had brought about the most important transformation simply by standing in the square.

“The most powerful weapon is self-esteem,” he wrote. “One for all and all for one.”

The particulars in each country and culture are different, but it’s obvious that there is a seething discontent with the modern global political and economic order. Russia has been under the control of the plutocratic oligarchs since at least Yeltsin. America’s political system is broken and totally at the mercy of the corporate sector, with yet more proof of that coming today. The dictators of the Middle East have been making alliances with the West in exchange for keeping their petro-plutocrats safe.

The very wealthy the world over are content with the system. But no one else is. If the powers that be thought that there would be a nice, slow, easy transition to them to a world with just an economically privileged elite and a fungible impoverished underclass, they’re wrong. It may be possible to keep an underclass cowed for generations on end, but once people have seen an alternative and lived better, forcing them quietly back into serfdom is a very difficult task.

There’s something about self-respect that, once hard won, is very difficult to take away.

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Sheriff Joe: the child molester’s friend

Sheriff Joe: the child molester’s friend

by digby

He was too busy designing the inmates’ pink underwear, I guess:

Sheriff Arpaio, the top law enforcement official in sprawling Maricopa County, is perhaps best known for his hard-nosed treatment of prisoners and his aggressive raids aimed at illegal immigrants. But it is his department’s approach to more than 400 sex-crimes cases that has Sheriff Arpaio in trouble.

His deputies failed to investigate or conducted only the sketchiest of inquiries into hundreds of sex crimes between 2005 and 2007, investigations by Arizona law enforcement agencies have shown. Many of those cases involved molested children.

The cases were first raised by The East Valley Tribune in 2008 but resurfaced in the news media earlier this year and in a recent article by The Associated Press, which prompted Sheriff Arpaio to defend himself at a news conference. “If there were any victims, I apologize to those victims,” he said on Monday, vowing to hold deputies accountable.

He’s 79 years old and should be retired anyway. But the people who voted for him all these years are going to hell right along with him. He’s a sadist and a bigot and that’s what they liked about him.

When you see all these patriarchal institutions being revealed as either perpetrating sex crimes or covering them up you have to believe that this has been one of the biggest secrets of the human experience.It’s just not reasonable to think that all these people just started molesting kids or seeing it as no big deal. It must have always been like this and is only coming to light in this era of openness. After all, these institutions were much more insular before. That’s a startling thought isn’t it?

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Guess what? Stephen Colbert isn’t really conservative!

Guess what? Stephen Colbert isn’t really conservative

by digby

Oh dear God, this is just sad:

This study investigated biased message processing of political satire in The Colbert Report and the influence of political ideology on perceptions of Stephen Colbert. Results indicate that political ideology influences biased processing of ambiguous political messages and source in late-night comedy. Using data from an experiment (N = 332), we found that individual-level political ideology significantly predicted perceptions of Colbert’s political ideology.

Additionally, there was no significant difference between the groups in thinking Colbert was funny, but conservatives were more likely to report that Colbert only pretends to be joking and genuinely meant what he said while liberals were more likely to report that Colbert used satire and was not serious when offering political statements. Conservatism also significantly predicted perceptions that Colbert disliked liberalism.

Finally, a post hoc analysis revealed that perceptions of Colbert’s political opinions fully mediated the relationship between political ideology and individual-level opinion.

This “study” is called “The Irony of Satire: Political Ideology and the Motivation to See What You Want to See in The Colbert Report.”

Except, you know, the liberals are not “seeing what they want to see.” It is satire! That is not an opinion. The liberals are factually correct and the conservatives are blithering idiots.

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