Saturday, March 10, 2018

Blogs and Ends: The Weekend Edition

I didn't watch the Oscars and neither did you.  You already know that.

The ratings this year were a record low.

Why are you telling me stuff I already know, Cataline?

Because I'm trying to be clever on too little sleep.  Here's the thing, we* used to watch the Oscars and Hollywood doesn't get why we won't tune into their nerd prom anymore.

In truth the Oscars were always boring as hell but so was TV in general.  Out of curiosity I recently fired up Lost in Space on Hulu.  I watched the original unaired pilot episode.  Kind of interesting in that I didn't know there was one. The science was pretty hard, the Robinsons had been put in suspended animation because the trip to Alpha Centauri would take 98 years.  There was no Doctor Smith. No Robot. There was no Major West either he was Doctor West.  Oh, and no Jupiter Two.  It was different model called the Gemini 12.

On the off chance you are remotely interested.
I was not and I didn't watch it.

I presume the name got swapped at NASA's insistence. As they would not have been keen on an American spaceship named Gemini going on a mission that ends in disaster.  Honestly adding Doctor Smith and the Robot drastically improved things.

Getting back to my point.  I realized that this show was pretty exciting for sixties television which is to say it was boring as hell.  The action scenes were dull, the... I'm not going to give you list of all that was dull because the answer was everything.  This was simply the standard of the time.

The standard of the time was dull, boring and tedious.

Consequently the Oscars were a big a draw.  After all there were only three networks and two of them were showing reruns that night.  The Oscars could bill themselves as being special because they kinda, sorta were.  Going to the movies was a different experience back then. Every town had a theater but that theater only had one screen.  When a movie was released it would be around for months while it made the rounds.

There was a big difference between TV stars and movie stars.  Movie stars had a very limited exposure and you usually had to pay to see them.  It was a part of the glamour**. People would tune in large numbers, watch the red carpet procession, listen to Bob Hope gently rib the high and mighty of Hollywood and then everyone would settle in for an evening of dull.  Although Best Picture usually did have some excitement attached because back then everyone had seen all of the nominees.  There wasn't much skin in the game but there was a little.  A quite a few people would always be left saying, "are you kidding me?  That won?"

No one would make any far left political speeches.  You kept that shit to yourself.  In Hollywood it was a requirement or you would never work there again.

Now, things are different. From TakiMag by Steve Sailor:

While this Academy Awards show was so predictably leftist that Nielsen ratings were way down, voters forgot to uphold the overall theme and gave the two May 1940 movies four Oscars: Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk won three technical prizes and Darkest Hour earned veteran Gary Oldman his first Best Actor award for his Churchill.

It would be interesting to see a debate between Nolan and Oldman over who hates Hollywood’s political correctness more.

While the mobs of Volunteer Auxiliary Thought Police are increasingly fanatical at policing non-leftist crimethink, much of the Nolan/Oldman-level talent appears to be drifting toward the right.

One exception, however, was the big winner at this year’s Academy Awards, Best Director Guillermo del Toro, whose The Shape of Water won Best Picture for being an art-house/schlock matinee movie about a white woman’s forbidden love affair miscegenating with the Creature from the Black Lagoon.

The Shape of Water’s plot is: A Democratic Party Coalition of the Fringes (a disabled woman, a gay man, a black woman, a Jewish Communist Russian spy, and a fish) unites to defeat the GOP Core American cishet evilest evil white male of all time (besides Trump, of course). Square-jawed white man Michael Shannon plays the epitome of hateful hate-filled white whiteness who epitomizes his white male privilege by peeing on the floor.

If you are at all alert to contemporary political tendencies, you’ll notice how incredibly stupid The Shape of Water is. On the other hand, del Toro just won the Best Director Oscar, so who exactly is the stupid one?

Perhaps the pandering politics of this movie is just del Toro’s Safe Space for what he really cares about, which is colors. Nobody who matters is going to give del Toro trouble for his hate-whiteyness, and that frees him up to obsess over the colors he really cares about: not partisan red vs. blue, but red vs. green. The Shape of Water is constructed around a color scheme where red represents the beloved nostalgic past and green signifies the hideous technological future.

If genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains, then del Toro is a genius at imposing his childlike fanaticism about how red is his favorite color and green is his most hated color on every single frame in the movie.

On the other hand, I kind of like green. I’m trying to get my lawn to turn green now that it has finally started raining in Southern California.

Granted, I’m not as aesthetic or as stylish as del Toro.

Annoyingly, del Toro used to be on the list of film people I liked.  Yes, he was a Gamma but he made stuff I enjoyed.  We had clearly loved the same things when we were kids.  But after President Trump was elected everybody dropped their masks. 
Everyone at the Oscars is now a Far Left.  In Hollywood it is a requirement or you will never work there again.

*As in "we" the country. Don't become pedantic or Blogger's comment's system is going to start glitching again, now that I know I can use that as an excuse.

**Referring to the original definition of the word. 


Mr. Bee said...

You found The TV show boring because we've now seen this type of thing recycled 500 different ways. At that time it was new, refreshing and the background was an actual deadly serious space race going on. There was the expectation that moon bases and Mars colonies were less than 30 years away. Science and technology was moving ahead by leaps and bounds and because of that science fiction was vital and relevant in trying to make sense of what was happening and where it could lead.

Tamaqua said...

I started a marathon session of Season One of "American Gods" with the incomparable Ian McShane as Odin. It's weird, but a good weird.

Cataline Sergius said...


The dialog drove me nuts. The producers are too in love with Gaiman's prose. "The air feels constipated." That's a decent bit of descriptive but it's terrible dialog.

Ian McShane was the only reason I gave it try. I cut off my subscription to HBO when Deadwood was canceled and never looked back.

Cataline Sergius said...

@Mr. Bee

It says something about how cynical I've become that when it was explained that, the Robinson's would be the first of tens of millions of people who would be leaving for Alpha Centauri because of Earth's population explosion, my reflexive reaction was this plan is just a dog and pony show.

It's clearly meant to distract the public from the encroaching disaster. Humans are mass produced by unskilled labor, "tens of millions" will count for nothing.

What this really is, is an attempt at eugenics!

There isn't a single IQ on that ship below 145, (possible exception Judy Robinson but that is allowable because a. her genetics on both sides are pretty solid in that regard so if she is crossed with the high IQ "Doctor" West she likely to breed true and b. (prime) she smoking hot and it would be a shame to leave that behind on Earth.

I came up with all of that in under five seconds.