I can't wait to see this one. Once again, Stone is there holding a mirror up to America and making us take that long, critical look at ourselves.
The most important thing that has happened in American finance in this young century, the American Banks meltdown and US Government bailout decision, is on our television sets everyday, but not many in Holly wood seem interested or capable of delivering a topical film on the grand, society changing scale that only movies can bring to us.
Once again, Oliver Stone stands tall in the land of the tiny and the art of film for him is made to seem like going to war.
Speaking of going to war... How the hell did the US Senate have the balls to vote on debit card usage fee cuts?
Something that really helps small businesses around the country and not the corporate banking system?
The Banksters have already threatened Senators who voted for the bill with holding out on corporate donations to their future campaigns... remember guys, these same politicians bailed you out... no questions asked... don't bite the hand that feeds.
Some of my favorite progressive political blogs are taking swipes at President Obama's progressive street-cred.
These same blogs chastised the likes of little old me for supporting Senator Clinton in 2008 and not totally buying into the Game-Changer.
NOW all I read are FDL, TPM, Digby and such lecturing us liberal followers of their blogs on how uninformed we were to think Obama was a super-duper liberal. What were we thinking? What did we base that notion on? Certainly not his lack of record? Certainly not his lack of experience? Certainly not the color of his skin?
Certainly not by reading your blogs.
Disingenuous, ladies and gentleman… to put it kindly. And now most of Obama’s progressive support comes from liberals who have no choice.
Music and Books. Books and Music. Two topics I haven’t wrote about here lately. My expatriate New York friends reminded me the other night what an intellectual wasteland Los Angeles can be.
Here is a town that holds the reigns to the entertainment business and all we get is Disney Channel intellect and Reality TV emotions. So once again, thank you Oliver Stone.
I came away from dinner last week with a gift bag of books. The best thing about it is the authors I haven’t read. (James Purdy, John Casey and Clyde Edgerton) I recently discovered Orhan Pamuk through My Name Is Red and now I get to read Snow.I have Pete Dexter (The Paper Boy), Jim Harrison (Dalva). I have an autobiography of Samuel Fuller!!!
But what really excites me is The Just and the Unjust, a novel by James Gould Cozzens.
I discovered Cozzens only a couple of years ago. For some reason, we tend to bury our best and brightest and I had never come across his books on any list or even in the library. He is one of America’s great Post World War Two writers.
And hidden at the bottom of the bag, the book I have been avoiding. Norman Mailer’s last novel The Castle In The Forrest. I just didn’t think I wanted to go there with him.
As I pulled each book out of the when I got home and paged through them. I decided to read the first paragraph. Suddenly I was 15 pages in and turning the page to start the next chapter.
Mailer is a wonder. His prose are a powerhouse of the English language, his own intellect and psyche, his sense and sensibility of history.
Some of this book is gross and some is so engrossing that I want, but hesitate to recommend it to friends, because I’m not sure most folks would want to spend so much time with the young Adolf Hitler. I think I will just treasure it, hate it and marvel at it like I have so many other of Mailer’s books. (Harlot’s Ghost for example). Where do American prose go without Norman Mailer?
So we hit the movies and books, so all I got left is Santana’s Abraxas. “We stood before it and began to freeze inside from the exertion. We questioned the painting, berated it, made love to it, prayed to it: We called it mother, called it whore and slut, called it our beloved, called it Abraxas...”I downloaded this second Santana album after hearing "Samba Pa Ti" on the radio as I drove to work the other day. I remember this album being at the top of the list of my oldest sister’s favorite albums of all time. So this weekend will consist of a bottle of Spanish roja and some Santana... and a young Adolf Hitler... sweet dreams.