Vale, Princess/General Leia Organa Solo.

         

Everybody who knows me well enough knows Star Wars is a religion for me and has been since my childhood, so today's news, while largely expected, has saddened me considerably. Carrie Fisher, born of Hollywood royalty, was an indomitable spirit on- and off-screen. She wore those hairbuns and that gold slave bikini better than anybody else could have, and she made Leia a female who could more than hold her own against the boys in battle. But it hardly stopped there. Carrie fearlessly and with great humour and self-deprecation told the truth about her tumultuous personal life, including her long-term struggles with addiction and mental illness, and the weight of expectation fame and her lineage placed on her from birth, and she strove to do everything she could to erase the social stigmas of those afflictions. Having generalised anxiety disorder myself, I must also thank her personally for that. My heart goes out fully to her family and friends, particularly her mother, Debbie Reynolds, whose grief now is a kind I've seen in my own family, unfortunately. She was much more than her most famous role (even ever since 1980 with her hilarious turn as Jake Blues' scorned ex-girlfriend), but Leia never went down without a fight, and Carrie sure as hell didn't. Rest in peace, sweet Princess. May the Force be with you.

Silent night, artsy night.

December. No other month has nearly as many holidays, be they religious ones or not. And whether you’re a religious believer or not (like me, respectfully), the December holidays have all unquestionably become something of a culture unto themselves. But while the enduring importance of Christmas to many of us today naturally has much to do with its basis in religion, I must say I believe other factors have long been play play here also, namely the arts. Now, before I try to argue that here, I wish to stress now that I will only be concentrating on Christmas here not out of ignorance towards the other December holidays, but simply because I'm not nearly familiar enough with any of them to write about them in this capacity.

As an atheist even I can’t deny the Catholic Church has real integrity, as all organized religions do for that matter. And because of that integrity, Christmas has endured for all these centuries. But I have to say, I believe the arts have played just as big a role in that endurance, especially in the modern world. I'm just going to scratch the surface here. Since 1843, when John Callcott Horsley illustrated the first ever Christmas card AND Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol was published, artists in every medium have given us all sorts of festive sentiments or observations. When Irving Berlin and Bing Crosby dreamed of a White Christmas they created the world’s biggest-selling single until Princess Diana’s chauffeur got behind the wheel drunk (and all those traditional Christmas carols are examples of music too, remember.) When Frank Capra and James Stewart said It’s a Wonderful Life, they inspired a US Christmas television tradition. More recently, in 1994 Mariah Carey recorded a new Christmas standard when she said All I Want for Christmas Is You, and that proud maverick Tim Burton spun a Christmas-set romance about a guy named Edward Scissorhands and then one about The Nightmare Before Christmas. Still looking at cinema, those of us who’ve ever been a bit weary of the holidays have had Terry Zwigoff tell them about that Bad Santa or Bob Clark tell them A Christmas Story. And I’d challenge anyone to find me a Christmas-observing action movie fan who doesn’t love Die Hard.

Finally, art has always meant to either shock us, or help us escape for awhile, and when has humanity not needed comfort and escapism?

Sure, some religious people might say the arts and pop culture have trivialized Christmas somewhat, and that’s their right. But I agree with what I think Mr Scrooge would say to that... Bah, humbug! Happy holidays, one and all!

When the bells stop jingling.

Australia woke this morning to the very relieving but sobering news that Victoria Police have foiled plans for a terrorist attack in Melbourne to have been carried out on Christmas Day. Among the locations for it were to have been Federation Square and Flinders Street, both astonishing public spaces (I visited them both in 2011). As pleased and grateful as I am that VP have foiled those plans, it has still made me quite fearful.

For me it brings to mind two international Christmas incidents, one of which became a significant tragedy. Firstly, the bombing of Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland, on 21 December 1988. I'm ashamed to say that was my birth year but more to the point, it caused 270 casualties and extensive property damage; it was the most notable act of modern terrorism worldwide until 9/11. The perpetrator, Libyan Abdelbaset al-Megrahi, was convicted in 2001 but then released in 2009 on compassionate grounds after a prostate cancer diagnosis; he died in 2012. Then, just before Christmas Day 2009 we learned of Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, the "Underpants Bomber," who had planned to bomb an American domestic flight. Now I know none of these figures likely celebrate or would have celebrated Christmas given their different faiths, but it has never been the only December holiday or the only religious one. (And I'm an atheist, by the way.)


You may know of the World War I Christmas truce between French, British and German troops on the Western Front in 1914. They dropped their weapons and ideological differences for just one day, in the name of peace and goodwill, so what do you think those men would all say if they saw either of those events, or learned of what was reportedly to transpire in Melbourne on Sunday? If they could call a truce for humanity on such an important date, over a century ago, surely humanity everywhere now can, too. And surely there's no reason not to at least try.

Pop culture violence: how influential is it?

"It seems today, all you see, is violence in movies and sex on TV..." - Lois Griffin.

The debate has raged for years: is pop culture too violent? Does that violence inspire real-life violence? I wonder what Spike Lee must have felt after one critic, reviewing Lee's 1989 Black protest film Do the Right Thing, for him implied that the film's target audience could not demonstrate self-control. A decade later, the Columbine High School massacre was widely blamed on the perpetrators' love of violent action films and video games. Then in 2012, a massacre infamously occurred outside a theatre screening The Dark Knight Rises. Pop culture violence can certainly be partly responsible for such tragedies, but does it stop there?

Now, I'll admit immediately I love a lot of violent movies despite considering myself a pacifist. But I'm just one example. Your outlook on or interpretation of one probably does stem from nature or nurture, too. Just considering ones that clearly promote violence for now, there are some I've loved (Kick-Ass, for example, which was never meant to be taken seriously overall anyway) and others I've hated (Fight Club first comes to mind; for me it's the most overrated movie of the '90s). Quentin Tarantino, the Gun Director himself, has said this about the whole issue: "What if a kid goes to school after seeing Kill Bill and starts slicing up other kids? You know, I'll take that chance! Violent films don't turn children into violent people. They may turn them into violent filmmakers but that's another matter altogether." As much as I adore QT and his films, I don't quite agree with that statement.

It's not just Hollywood, or cinema itself either. Bart and Lisa's favourite show on The Simpsons, The Itchy and Scratchy Show, has always been meant as a satirical comedy of children's cartoons like Road Runner that usually end in at least one character being blown up or flattened. These may be funny even to some adults, but children often - not always, but often - have trouble telling fact from fiction and right from wrong. And then we have foreign-language cinema, much of which of is decidedly more gratuitous than Hollywood's output, particularly Asian and Mexican cinema. Now, if you follow this blog you should know by now I have something of a weakness for Asian (particularly Japanese) action flicks, but I thankfully was raised to enjoy such texts without condoning or replicating their content, as many other fans have been.

Do I think pop culture violence can inspire real-life violence, particularly in children? Yes. But violence, sadly, is just in human nature, and our interpretations of and attitudes towards the violence we see, on- AND off-screen, depends on how we were raised to behave. That's the key. 

Nerdiness: show it loud and proud!

On Thursday I attended the Rogue One: A Star Wars Story midnight screening. It's very appropriate that many franchises have those now, as a way of rewarding fans. But going deeper, they're very appropriate because of one very 21st-century trend: nerd chic.

For much of the last century, once "pop culture" became what it is now, anything esoteric or intellectual was largely kept on society's fringes, albeit with fierce devotion from its followers. But then, after milestones like Star Wars/Trek, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings film trilogy and online gaming, nerds acquired quite a different cultural image.


Now, yes, some of the nerd stereotypes are still true: we can be either very skinny (like me) or overweight, we can have asthma, many allergies or be autistic (which I am), we may champion the Big Bang Theory (the TV show or the actual theory ;) ); or we may be in our 30s and still living with our parents. But plenty of us tick none of those boxes.

I'm a nerd and I love it. I love science fiction and fantasy, anime, Asian action movies, history, writing and reading. But obviously that's just me, and come to think of it, this year I've also done cosplay quite often, which is great fun. It's a global community where there's almost no judgment or mocking (although there must be personal conflicts sometimes but you get those everywhere), and so many nerd culture items have now permeated themselves into the general vernacular. They're instantly recognizable to even the "hip" crowd. Doesn't that just speak volumes?

I think it was Bill Gates who once said something like, "Don't make fun of nerds. You'll end up working for one one day." And that is spot on. (But don't quote me on that attribution.) Just consider the types who run for political office, aim to be a company's CEO, direct all Hollywood blockbusters or write the biggest bestsellers: most are nerds to the core.


That's also a pleasant reality because of the social limitations many of us (and not just nerds ;) ) face. They can inspire us, show us how we, too, can succeed, and they can use their fame to help whatever cause.


Nerd chic is a beautiful thing to me. And I'm so fucking proud to be a nerd. Not simply because of the success of everything related, but because the whole subculture has achieved a strong, beautiful voice and every member a sense of camaraderie and solidarity. If you try to play with us, what will it be for you? Game over!

Something Cult, Foreign-Language or Indie #16: C.R.A.Z.Y. (2005)



Zachary Beaulieu (Marc-Andre Grondin) is the fourth of five sons, born on 25 December 1960, into a middle-class Catholic family in Quebec. With an ambiguous sexuality and more explicit aesthetic tastes than his brothers, he quickly becomes a pariah at home, particularly in the eyes of his rigidly conservative father Gervais (Michel Cote) and tearaway second-oldest brother Raymond (Pierre-Luc Brillant). As he grows up and his homosexuality becomes increasingly harder to hide, he never stops fighting for his father's love and acceptance. (Meanwhile, his mother Laurianne (Danielle Proulx), who always makes ironed toast for breakfast, swears he's a faith healer.)

C.R.A.Z.Y. won 11 Genie Awards (basically the Canadian Oscars) in 2006 and was named the eight-greatest Canadian film ever made at the 2015 Toronto International Film Festival, and deservedly so in both cases. Jean-Marc Vallee (who's since made Dallas Buyers Club among other things), drawing on his own adolescence in '60s and '70s Quebec, takes us on a very vivid ride through that era and place (when the so-called "Quiet Revolution" was in full swing; Google it if necessary), with very accurate period design, a smashing period soundtrack, and obviously a nice message about acceptance in every form.

Marc-Andre Grondin is a terrific find: he fills Zac with such vitality and tempestuousness, with fear and loneliness just under the boilerplate (and after seeing this movie, I promise David Bowie's Space Oddity will always remind you of him). Vallee's son Emile also plays Zac as a boy. Danielle Proulx also shines as a housewife who very much knows how and when to bring the boys (her husband included) into line, and Michel Cote creates a father you can ultimately sympathise with despite so much (and who plays Patsy Cline albums and belts Charles Aznavour out repeatedly).

But what always stays with me most about C.R.A.Z.Y., perhaps superficially, is its visuals. Vallee infuses it with a really striking bohemian, Dadaist aesthetic that offers such a rush, particularly in the second half when Zac's glam-rock lifestyle reaches its zenith. Vallee even invokes a tinge of this in the numerous birthday/Christmas scenes.

I have to conclude this way: I'm crazy about C.R.A.Z.Y.

Jagger's New Boy.

So at 73, Mick Jagger's welcomed a newborn son after a night of Satisfaction.
I wonder whether:
- If they make the kid a new crib, Mick'll tell them to Paint It Black.
- When he's over the sleepless nights, Mick'll call him a Beast of Burden.
- After that, he'll have Sympathy for the (little) Devil.
- For his first birthday, he'll get some toy Wild Horses or a Brown Sugar cake.
- If the kid complains about his music, Mick'll say "I know, it's only rock and roll, but I like it."
- If Mick asks "Have you seen your mother, baby?" The kid'll groan, "Yes, Dad, she's standing in the shadow."
- After he buys him his first trampoline, Mick'll call him Jumpin' Jack Flash.
- He'll be raised to be a Street Fighting Man.
- When he asks Mick what he wants for Father's Day, Mick'll just say "Gimme Shelter."
- When he skins his knee, Mick'll just go "Let It Bleed."
- If the kid complains about that, Mick'll tell him he can't always get what he wants.