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Disney Dumps Narnia

31 December 2008

Chronicles of Narnia

The Hollywood Reporter scooped Tinseltown with the news that Walt Disney Studios is ditching the dreadful Chronicles of Narnia motion pictures, a smart move on Disney’s part. The first Narnia picture, about four British children who choose to sacrifice themselves in a Judeo-Christian fantasy, was overbearing religious propaganda, the second was a watered-down Christian parable and the violent, thinly veiled series never fit Disney’s brand of clean, honest, and upright family movies; Christian production company Walden Media’s Narnia pics existed for the moralizing, not for the story—the latter being a sacred Walt Disney rule that often drives Disney success (see Disney’s superior Eight Below). Disney Chairman Dick Cook, who discussed killing Disney’s deal with Narnia’s Walden Media—Hollywood’s epitome of artistic mediocrity—in my 2005 interview, knows a stinker when he sees one. Excellent call, Mr. Cook. Don’t be surprised if Twentieth Century Fox, which seeks and sponsors faith-based pictures, picks the Narnia nonsense up and watch for religionists to lash out at Disney—or at anyone who rejects Narnia, which is based on the books by C.S. Lewis.

Religion continues to be a regular topic for discussion on Leonard Peikoff’s weekly podcast, which unfortunately remains in test phase with the roundtable format. Podcast 40 runs the term greed by those in Dr. Peikoff’s company. Podcast 41 fares better—he goes solo again—addressing a range of issues including Sen. John McCain’s heroism, self-indulgence, use of the term religious, meaning of the term arbitrary, morality in theory and in practice, and a communication from an intelligent eighth grader. Podcast 42 goes back to the group with two questions that Dr. Peikoff uses to spark a thread about one’s method of thinking.

Watching yesterday’s political train wreck from Illinois (more to say on that—and the other Illinois-originated political disaster, Obama’s Reverend Rick Warren—later), I’m reminded of my early optimism that the election of Barack Obama to the nation’s presidency could inadvertently lead to recovery by way of a quicker demolition, and, thus, revolution and reconstruction. In the wake of the economic recession and piecemeal, bipartisan nationalization of American industry, cash-strapped states are turning toward so-called privatization—of land, institutions and roads—in overwhelmingly Democratic-controlled states. The point is that, under incoming Obama, whose supposed integrity is unmasked more every day, government control of business will rapidly expand and, without opposition from religionists, such as Rev. Warren, who share National Socialism as a goal, market-oriented solutions may emerge without the usual round of left-wing denunciation—the public may demand it after Obamacans unite behind historic enactment of an axis of religious-environmentalist-National Socialist policies. After all, thanks to religious Republicans and their disastrous expansion of the welfare state and a hugely harmful military presence in Iraq, the left practically controls America’s government.

Movie Site Sale & Merry Christmas Tunes

30 December 2008

Lifetime Intimate Portraits: Christmas Belles

On a personal note, this year’s Christmas (my favorite holiday), coming after a final exam and surgery, was especially rewarding. I had planned to post here before December 25 to wish you, dear reader, a merry Christmas. I wasn’t up for it. For now, the tree stands and the smell of pine and firewood fills the air. Besides classic Christmas albums by Ella Fitzgerald—18 tracks of Ella’s smooth voice (with liner notes)—and a cheery country Christmas CD by George Strait, I can’t stop listening to Sarah McLachlan’s enchanting Wintersong. The ethereal singer’s gentle renditions of Gordon Lightfoot’s Song for a Winter’s Night and In the Bleak Mid-Winter notch how I feel this year. One of the most enduring Christmas songs is Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt—whom we just lost—which I have on Rhino’s 14-tune collection, Lifetime Presents Christmas Belles CD, which I also recommend. Decades ago, I had the pleasure of serving Miss Kitt when I worked at a café on the Upper East Side. That doll was always dressed to the nines, and, let me tell you, she was a class act.

Speaking of days gone by, I’m re-connecting with my club scene pals on Facebook, which incidentally offers a neat method of keeping abreast of posts on this blog. The most direct means is my e-mail bulletin, which highlights new content.

My former business partners at Box Office Mojo announced that the Web site sold this summer to the Internet Movie Database (IMDb, which is owned by Amazon.com). With the new boss pledging to bring what he calls IMDb’s passion for getting things right to BOM, crunching box office numbers may continue to thrive online.

Land of Blagojevich and Home of the Bailout?

15 December 2008

Looks like there’s more bad news on tap: President Bush is apparently ready to sign yet another government handout, this one to automotive companies about to go bankrupt. As with Bush and the Republicans’ laws to bailout banks and subsidize seniors’ drugs, this amounts to massive government intervention. We’re in a spiral toward National Socialism: Republicans must remember that Bush and their Grand Old Religious Party made huge advancements toward this coming disaster—and Democrats must face that their party and their new president have the power to pull us out of the spiral and return the nation to freedom, capitalism and individual rights.

The corruption scandal involving Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich is not surprising to those of us familiar with politics—in both parties—in the Land of Lincoln (and Kerner, Walker, and Ryan). Whether blowhard Blagojevich’s thoroughly corrupt tactics are tied to President-elect Obama remains to be seen, however, there is a discrepancy over whether the Obama team had talked with the governor about Blagojevich’s appointment to Obama’s soon-to-be-vacant U.S. Senate seat. Obama at first said no, but, earlier, a top aide had said that the Senate seat had been discussed and there’s certainly the hint of a quid pro quo in Blagojevich relationship with the man who took the governor’s former seat in Congress, Obama’s secretive designated chief of staff, Rep. Rahm Emanuel. Knowing that he was under likely surveillance by the feds—United States Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald as a modern-day Elliot Ness—why did observably brazen Blagojevich figure he was apparently immune from prosecution? Look for this story to have long legs—if the press dares to dig.

Finished watching the rest of the first season of the CBS summer drama, Swingtown. Scenes are gorgeous and thoughtful and they move briskly but not like a five-year-old on a sugar rush. Characters grow and evolve accordingly and interestingly, a rare combination on television. Swingtown is excellent, it ought to continue and, of course, it has apparently been cancelled. Though it does essentially sanction a student-teacher relationship (the closest this Judeo-Christian-targeted show comes to a moral transgression), and it unfortunately needles middle class values in later episodes, Swingtown dramatizes happiness as life’s purpose. There is a campaign to save the show—wrongly branded as salacious by CBS—from extinction.

Good news from the McNamees and their Pacific Legal Foundation (PLF) attorney, Paul Beard: the Fourth Appellate District, Division 3, has ruled against the California Coastal Commission that George and Sharlee McNamee can keep their beach amenities while their case is being adjudicated. Stay updated on their effort at the PLF’s blog.

TV Shots: Swingtown

12 December 2008

Swingtown

Television programming—network or cable—is not a high priority, as most of my favorite shows have not been aired in decades and movies occupy much of my time. I do watch from time to time, usually MSNBC or Turner Classic Movies, or a specific program, such as American Idol, when a friend makes a convincing case (though I haven’t seen another Idol since Sanjaya).

Thanks to DVD, along comes Swingtown, which apparently aired on CBS and, for all I know, it may still be on the schedule. My Facebook friends, well, those with whom I’ve reconnected from grade school in the Land of Blizzards and Blagojevich, kept making reference to Swingtown, set in Chicago’s suburbs during the Seventies, a place and era I know something about. I asked Paramount for a look at the first season.

First, one, then, two episodes—and I was hooked. I’m up to number four, it keeps improving and I feel like I can’t stop watching (sort of like using Facebook). The premise of the show isn’t much at first glance—a couple of swingers entice others to join in the fun—and I’ve seen so many smarmy cable shows, such as Entourage, Queer as Folk, and that David Duchovny debacle, none of which appeal to me—I prefer Frasier, Wings and The Waltons—that I had low expectations.

Based on the first four episodes, especially the third, which is all about tearing down life’s bad wallpaper, Swingtown (no relation to the Steve Miller Band tune) is brilliantly conceived and executed. Each character in the ensemble is interesting. Scripts are economical. There is plenty of substance to savor in each episode and everything telescopes neatly into something more meaningful. Even the visual transitions—clever by themselves—are logical.

The program is best experienced from the pilot forward, unfolding its interlocking stories in layers, but there are essentially three couples: conservative Roger and Janet, who personify the Fifties—for better and worse—hedonistic Tom and Trina, who represent the godawful Sixties—and they’re tame, kids, believe me—and Bruce and Susan, who presumably symbolize the self-enlightenment Seventies. The whole cast is good but Lana Parrilla as Trina the temptress pulls the strings on Swingtown. She’s a kitten with a whip and a vocabulary and she walks away like an Underalls commercial.

Susan’s the moral center, seeking both honor and happiness here on earth. Janet’s the comic relief and her rapid-fire lines are a hoot. Husbands are less developed, of course, and Susan’s Bruce is as bland as a brown paper bag but the men are passably involving. There are a few kids, too, and they’re relatively forgotten by the self-indulgent parents to the point of danger. The show gets the essentials down pat, in both dramatic and period detail: Susan strives to integrate living by rules—Janet—and knowing when to break them—Trina—and Swingtown is honest about the era’s drug and alcohol abuse and so-called progressive education, which gets a well-deserved if implicit skewering in a character who teaches Joyce, Kierkegaard and Bob Dylan (many of us survived having teachers like this; one of mine taught Pink Floyd and John Lennon).

Swingtown doesn’t glamorize or rationalize the Seventies’ hedonism, which was real and deeply destructive, though it dramatizes the anything-goes morality with humor, candor and, in particular, sincerity—a quality today’s cynical TV wasteland distinctly lacks. Don’t watch for shock value and don’t expect middle class values to be ridiculed. Swingtown is not the cousin of South Park, unlike much if not most of what’s on TV; it’s not sneering at everything in America.

Try to tune out bad covers of overused (and unnecessary) Seventies songs, some of which weren’t even released in 1976 when the show takes place, and try to overlook Swingtown’s other flaws, including a horribly miscast actress as Susan’s high school daughter. Enjoy an intelligent TV show that rips conservative and liberal conformism alike while aiming for something better than foul-mouthed smut and pop culture jokes. So far, Swingtown is like seeing Mayberry melded with Pleasantville. Definitely worth a look.

Peikoff on Greenspan

11 December 2008

In his latest podcast, Leonard Peikoff addresses the question of how former Federal Reserve Board Chairman Alan Greenspan, with whom Dr. Peikoff studied Objectivism under Ayn Rand, could have written in defense of laissez-faire capitalism yet evolved into an advocate of the welfare state. Returning to his regular solo format, he also answers questions about dating, being both an Objectivist and religious, the difference between a wish and a whim, government financing of technology and President-elect Obama’s attack on the virtue of selfishness.

Property Rights

9 December 2008

Dear friend Sharlee McNamee loves her property on the Corona del Mar beach and she certainly knows how to make the most of it. While I worked in Orange County years ago, driving down from L.A., Sharlee let me stay there on weekends. She and her husband, George, hosted a wonderful celebration for me, as well as countless fund-raisers for films and causes; she was southern California’s supreme beach hostess during the Eighties, welcoming new intellectuals into her warm, inviting world for hours of debate and discussion about Ayn Rand’s philosophy.

For the past seven years, she’s been putting that philosophy into personal practice by defending her beloved property against an assault by the state of California, a noble effort which is finally getting aid from the Pacific Legal Foundation. Win or lose—and justice means 100 percent victory over California’s dictatorial Coastal Commission, a monstrosity that should be abolished—Sharlee McNamee should be supported by anyone who favors individual rights.

Peikoff, Pop and Screen Shots

8 December 2008

Soul

Do dogs have some degree of freedom of the will? Dr. Leonard Peikoff, experimenting with a roundtable format, addresses this question and another in answer to an excellent letter from a truck driver—whom I think has a good point—about whether Objectivists tend to denigrate and dismiss middle class values and those who hold them. I don’t like this new format as a replacement of the usual podcast—I prefer Dr. Peikoff’s solo work as a rule—and I don’t think the participants get to the core of this correspondent’s concerns. Listen to the podcast and judge for yourself.

Shine Through It

Sorry to say that pop singer Seal’s new album, Soul, is a bust. His relaxed vocal style does not suit these original rhythm and blues tunes, which require more intensity than Seal can muster. Seal, it turns out, lacks soul. But Seal managed to inspire actor Terrence Howard to write a song for his new album, Shine Through It. The soulful tune is called “Sanctuary,” and, while the album is mixed, Howard’s an honest artist whose sincerity comes through on every track. He wrote the tender, lush and romantic “Sanctuary” after hearing Seal and his wife, model Heidi Klum, talk about how they met and fell in love.

4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days

After hearing it compared to the brilliant German picture, The Lives of Others, I finally got around to seeing the Romanian picture 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days (2007). The movie concerns two young college students in communist Romania in 1987; it is completely non-intellectual and, therefore, not comparable to The Lives of Others, an excellent dramatization of life under dictatorship. 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days is a crude, naturalistic picture about young woman’s illegal abortion that manages to avoid any of the relevant issues surrounding her unwanted pregnancy, such as Catholicism, communism and the motives of the woman who helps her (how she wound up pregnant and by whom is not addressed). One can only suppose about various motives in this stark, subtitled movie, and one inevitably does fill in the blanks, but ultimately this is a graphic slice of life about getting an abortion.

Screen Shots

7 December 2008

Doubt

Doubt, the Catholic moral drama starring Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman, is engaging for a while, but it ends up imploding. Streep plays a nun in 1964 who hates sugar, ballpoint pens and anything remotely approaching an enhancement of the lives of men. Her view is that suffering is the point of one’s existence, so when a liberal priest (Hoffman) comes to St. Nicholas—with the first Negro student enrolled at the school—she’s immediately on guard.

She’s like a one-woman Taliban, physically striking children in church and bearing false witness when it suits her—but she may be right in her unsubstantiated suspicion that Father Flynn (Hoffman) is molesting the Negro altar boy in private quarters. The doubt is seeded through an innocent vessel played by Amy Adams. With such an interesting conflict, Doubt ought to be excellent, but instead it dodges the question of what happened and, like an agnostic arguing with himself about faith and reason, is eventually more like a game than a drama about a devastating accusation with real consequences. Hoffman makes off with every scene, Adams is great and Streep overacts as always. Doubt does nail the disparity between the Catholic Church’s coddled priests and hardworking nuns.

I highly recommend Frost/Nixon, directed by Ron Howard (The Da Vinci Code); also added my review of The Queen.

Pics, Passages and Pre-Presidential Obama

2 December 2008

The Obama presidency is shaping up and, as the saying goes, are we ever in for it. The pretense of Barack Obama’s credibility—especially honesty—is gone. During the campaign, Obama practically (and rightly) denounced Sen. Hillary Clinton as a liar when she falsely—and repeatedly—claimed she was under fire in Kosovo. He pointed out that she routinely substituted being First Lady for foreign policy experience—and now he has designated the woman who all but declared him unfit for the presidency as his secretary of state. You want change? His appointments are Clinton/Bush retreads, unmasking his change theme as a fraud less than a month after he was elected.

His campaign was predicated on pulling troops out of Iraq—a disastrous military deployment by Bush—only to reverse himself and name Bush’s Defense Secretary as his own and back off pulling troops out of Iraq. Clearly, President-elect Obama offers more of the same of what Leonard Peikoff dubbed “Clinbush” on the airwaves. But Obama’s having some relatively positive impact: suddenly, silent Bush head-nodders are denouncing socialism—never mind that Bush and Republicans were shoving it down our throats for the last eight years—after not lifting a finger to oppose Bush’s bailouts, Medicare drug subsidies and aid to Africa.

And the nation—in overwhelming opposition to our government—appears united in the people’s shared contempt for a bailout of failed corporations that make cars that not enough people want to buy to keep them in business—while they’re shackled by regulations that force them to pay outrageous wages and benefits to workers who make cars that nobody wants to buy. The tide is turning against socialism; we shall see how (actually, whether) the people respond (actually, whether they resist) when Obama/Pelosi/Reid/McCain/Clinton invoke total National Socialism. Even NPR liberals and their conservative, eco-religious brethren may not cotton to mandatory solar panels on the roof, nationalized banks and car companies and the Eco-Police coming to take their kids to mandatory Peace Corps camp in the Rain Forest.

On the upside, Obama has signaled that he may lift the ban on embryonic stem cell research, defend the right to an abortion via judicial appointments, pursue nuclear power development and attack Moslem Pakistan—none of which would happen under a Judeo-Christian administration. Also, Republicans, for the first time since Arizona Sen. Barry Goldwater’s historic defeat in the 1964 presidential election, are questioning their philosophy instead of making excuses for religious welfare-statism.

But there is an intriguing difference between the first Obama press rollout of cabinet appointments and his latest Hillary-fest; the designees were standing together around Obama in the photo frame at the first event—not so in the second, where Obama stood alone and tried to charm everyone with the sort of cheap, hammy mugging that liberals used to tag on Ronald Reagan, a model by Obama’s admission.

It’s all about Obama, all the time, which is not arrogance as much as superficiality and an ominous sign of what the man feels he needs in order to govern: adulation. An astonishingly honest appraisal of the incoming administration came from a Democratic congressman appearing recently on MSNBC—his name escapes me—in which he praised Obama, twice, for an ability to “make the trains run on time.” Either this moron does not know that this infamous phrase is widely associated with dictatorship—originally, I believe, from a comment by Italian fascist and Nazi ally Benito Mussolini; later associated with Nazi Germany—or, more ominously, he knows exactly the source.

On a sad note, Maryland businessman, real estate developer and Korean War veteran Leon Trager died at the age of 80. Mr. Trager was not a friend, but in my few encounters with him over 15 years as a journalist, he was selfish, generous and principled (thanks for the link, Jack).

John Lewis, Ph.D.

Good news comes from John Lewis, Ph.D., who, at the invitation of a member of Israel’s Knesset, is scheduled to address a conference this month in Israel, Facing Jihad, described as “a summit of European lawmakers who are united in their shared belief that Islam today poses a serious threat to Western civilization.” Professor Lewis is among my favorite teachers; he is writing, teaching a business course at Duke University, and he’s slated to teach a course at the upcoming Objectivist Conference 2009 in Boston. Dr. Lewis tells me that his lecture, “The Defeat of Islamic Totalitarianism: A Proper Policy,” is intended to urge lawmakers to make policy on a proper identification of the West’s enemy.

The Facing Jihad conference also features a screening of the Dutch short film, Fitna, and an address by its creator. I wrote about the outrageous Network Solutions ban on Fitna earlier this year [http://www.boxofficemojo.com/features/?id=2471&p=s.htm (scroll down and read “World Wide Web”)] so it’s good to see the filmmaker get an audience.

I can’t truly say the same about a number of recent motion pictures—and I know I’m behind on reviews—though I promise I’m on the lookout for quality movies and I’m excited about seeing some upcoming movies, such as Milk and Frost/Nixon.

Yes Man was better in concept than in practice—more exactly, the idea of a comedy about a man who says ‘yes’ to everything was not properly executed—and both Body of Lies (with DiCaprio and Crowe) and Pride and Glory were disappointing in spite of Russell Crowe and Edward Norton, respectively, two of Tinseltown’s best actors. The scripts were terrible as usual and Leonardo DiCaprio was awful, unlike his performance in Blood Diamond.

Quantum of Solace and Changeling were excruciatingly dull but both benefitted from low expectations and were mildly interesting in spots. I admit I hate the new thuggish, brain-dead Bond—I hated Casino Royale, Sony’s first Bond re-hatch—but Judi Dench can read the McDonald’s menu and make it sound fascinating.

Lippy Angelina Jolie in Changeling, Clint Eastwood’s stylish Los Angeles crime saga, shows she can act, though any honest person can’t help but notice the glaring double-standard about the non-reaction to this picture—with boys being caged, molested and mutilated—and the outrage over the Dakota Fanning rape scene in the Christian-killed Hounddog. Hollywood apparently scotches anything the religionists object to if it involves sexual abuse and girls. But both Hollywood and the religionists share an extremely high tolerance for sexual and physical torture of boys.

Four Christmases

Not as atrocious as I figured it would be—and Reese Witherspoon can do no wrong—is Four Christmases, though Vince Vaughan still looks (and sounds) like he needs a few weeks of detoxification. The movie is moderately foul as these things go. Jon Voight, Sissy Spacek and Robert Duvall are wasted as usual. I do recommend the innocuous yet infectious High School Musical 3 and an interesting documentary called Dear Zachary which will break your heart, but more on those later. Best thing about Hollywood’s Christmas season so far: Mamma Mia! coming out on DVD.