District 9: Worst movie about race since Crash
August 22, 2009
I’m about as pessimistic as can be about Hollywood features in general, even when they garner near-universal acclaim like District 9 — the very mediocre Slumdog Millionaire comes quickest to mind — so maybe I only have myself to blame for setting myself up for this disappointment.
But hot fuck, was I offended by the rank stupidity of District 9.
Even by Independence Day-level summer sci-fi blockbuster conceits (big splosions, bravado, and black and white divisions between good and bad, blue-collar miners installing nukes into an asteroid to save the world, etc., etc.), District 9 tests the limits of plausibility within the first few minutes of the film.
Aliens coming to the Earth and, in an interesting change from the standard fare, NOT blowing up the White House? Fine. Great, even.
Aliens coming to the Earth as refugees, able to transport a million of their kind to another occupied planet and getting stuck with apparently only 1.5 members of the race having the sparsest trace of intellect (actually, have 1,000,000+ depicted-as-retards aliens, and 1.5 super geniuses)? That’s just silly.
Huddled masses of refugee aliens being put into internment camps on Earth, and somehow having being allowed to bring their weapons and whiz-bang-super-robots-that-only-aliens-can-operate with them? Holy fuck, man.
I’m trying not to spoil too much of the story, but these are all key factors in the foundation of the story and certainly do not approach the logic required of science fiction, hardly come close to the amount of reason required of a summer popcorn flick, and barely meet the standards of the horror franchise “[Once Profitable Horror Franchise]… In Space!” movie-making (think Jason X, Leprechaun In Space, among I’m sure countless others). And at least in horror movies like those, there are tits by the end of the first hour. And even the appearance of said tits are better explained in Leprechaun in Space than the appearance of Alien death rays in the camps.
If District 9 were supposed to be a simple popcorn feature, you could almost condone the suspension of disbelief required (thankfully, most of your disbelief need be exercised in the first half-hour or so. Sadly, that is when the movie is creating the ridiculous world in which its characters are to exist for the next 90 minutes.)
But District 9 — from what I could glean from the buzz, effectively-discrete marketing, and early reviews — was supposed to be much more than that: A fantastical science fiction movie like Blade Runner, that intended to entertain as well as provide some thoughtful illustration of all-too-real issues we face today, and seem likely to continue to face at the limits of imagined time.
And here is where it fails most unforgivably: District 9 provides no observations worth repeating that could improve the understanding of conflict over race for anyone over the age of twelve. Thankfully, the filmmakers provide enough innuendo and imagery to reach even members of that demographic.
First, the villains: Every single unforgivably bastardy character in the film (and there are many) are white, and bald. That’s right. Skinheads picking on poor aliens, expressing absolute uncaring towards Aliens being treated to concentration-camp conditions, or even describing how much they relish administrating the tortures directly.
The imagery of the concentration camps (think a garbage dump densely laden with shacks build of refuse) should easily trigger sympathetic feelings, staged in the especially relevant South Africa, no less; but I felt nothing. 999,998.5 Aliens in the film are depicted as violent, dim to the point of actually being an insult to the real ‘prawns’ which they are disparagingly referred as in slang, drug-addicted, and even lacking in the barest sense of community with their own, or shared understanding of the predicament of their entire community. When [heroic stuff that we can all pretty much guess, but I'll try to avoid spoiling] happens, it is not due to broader sympathy engendered among humans, or some sort of understanding by even one human, or a rising up of this apparently spacefaring race in unity: [heroic stuff] takes place only because of the 1.5 non-retarded members of the alien race and the one selfish human.
The remaining 999,998.5 members of the Alien race are literally depicted less sympathetically than the trash in which they reside. Was that the purpose of the film? Was that the message? That even in a species comprised largely of trash, there are maybe 1.5 members per million that are worth not making delicious cocktails out of?
It’s either District 9 was a really bad movie about race, or I’m just way too racist to sympathize with any of their touch-feely, alien-loving arguments.
Oh, and by the way, to those who wonder about the 1.5 smarter-than-your-average-prawn Aliens and don’t mind a bit of a spoiler? Two words: Super Baby.
Jesus Anakin-in-The-Phantom-Menace Christ.
… and the cow goes moo
Why They Hate Us: Part MMXVIII. CIA Super-Rapist
January 30, 2009
You know how some people think everything the CIA does is to create this world order under US hegemony, destroying regimes and economies willy-nilly, while spiriting away innocent dissidents on the behest of sympathetic and docile-to-American-power totalitarian regimes?
Well, apparently even the CIA takes their Sundays off. And what do they do to relax? Why, rape the wogs, of course!
The opening paragraph at ABC News:
“The CIA’s station chief at its sensitive post in Algeria is under investigation by the U.S. Justice Department for allegedly raping at least two Muslim women who claim he laced their drinks with a knock-out drug, U.S. law enforcement sources tell ABC News.”
Although the article/blogpost (?) is replete with typos, it’s definitely a good read. Let’s see what slap-on-the-hand treatment this American civil servant receives for his globetrotting date-rape video-making. Let’s see if they lighten his sentence in light of his achievements fighting the Global War on Terror.
Full disclosure of my massive prejudices: The second I opened that page and saw Andrew Warren’s picture, I thought “date rapist”. Really, I don’t know what it is exactly, but Andrew Warren looks like the dictionary definition of a date rapist to me. The shaved-head jock stuffed in a suit look, with the shit eating grin? I’m not sure what it is exactly. He’s like a Botticelli. I don’t know why I love the look of The Birth of Venus exactly, but something about it is supremely beautiful. And I don’t know why Andrew Warren looks like such a rapist to me exactly, but just looking at him makes me 100% convinced that he absolutely raped those two women. And that he has probably been drugging and raping women all his life. Honestly. I’m not sure why I feel that way.
… and the cow goes moo
UPDATED – NYT’s Kristof: Torture forces the smile on the faces of Asian sex tourism workers
January 2, 2009
(for more of my comments on the subject, and links to an earlier article on the subject by Nicholas Kristof, please follow this link)
One of the unenviable area of focus of Nicholas Kristof’s writings is one of the most overlooked atrocities occurring on a daily basis, combining slavery, kidnapping, rape, torture, murder, and pedophilia into one act of human degradation. As heinous as each of those acts are to Western, and I’d assume, all observers and the strong reaction any one of these acts would produce should it occur to a middle-class blond from Ohio, the well-practiced and almost perfected business of sex slavery, combining all of these crimes, goes largely unnoticed by all but Kristof readers.
His latest article can be found here, continuing on the article I mentioned in a previous post linked to above, follows yet another victim/survivor of the Cambodian sex trade. Not content to add just one more personal story and one more name to the list of victims of the deviancy and perversions of Asian and Western businessmen and women, Kristof focuses on the ongoing threat and use of torture that is practiced to create the veneer of coquettishness and willingness of the captives of Cambodian brothels.
Those of us who are disgusted by torture and condemn acts such as waterboarding may have a more intense reaction to the acts described by Kristof and perpetrated on not suspects of terrorism, but kidnapped children who resist to selling their bodies to strange men for money they never see (please skip the following quote if you intend to read the entire article as it is perhaps the key anecdote in the article. Otherwise, HIGHLIGHT the blank space to see the text):
“As in many brothels, the torture of choice was electric shocks. Sina would be tied down, doused in water and then prodded with wires running from the 220-volt wall outlet. The jolt causes intense pain, sometimes evacuation of the bladder and bowel — and even unconsciousness.
Shocks fit well into the brothel business model because they cause agonizing pain and terrify the girls without damaging their looks or undermining their market value.
After the beatings and shocks, Sina said she would be locked naked in a wooden coffin full of biting ants. The coffin was dark, suffocating and so tight that she could not move her hands up to her face to brush off the ants. Her tears washed the ants out of her eyes.”
We know these things happen, in great numbers, and continue on a daily basis. We know that a large part of the problem is on the demand side, contributed to but not exclusively by Western businessmen (likely reasonably wealthy travelling businessmen travelling alone to Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia and other Asian nations). And we know, and I believe can agree on without equivocation, that the act may not be the most pervasive, but is certainly among the most perverse and heinous of any act being perpetrated on this Earth today or that has been in the past hundred years. Then why can’t we make an effort to stop it at least on our side of the equation, where we have a right and responsibility to control it?
There seems to be a ununanimous but significant passive support for screening terrorism suspects and restricting their travel. Even mideastern friends of mine exhibit a fair level of acceptance to the reality (I am paraphrasing, but one response I received from an ethnic Persian friend a few years ago, during the height of the War on Terror, was: “we know who is responsible for the attacks, so of course Mideasterners are going to be targeted. What else can you do?”).
I don’t necessarily condone this or would support such a policy being enacted, but why isn’t a similar profile being used to stamp out the supply-side of sex slavery? Is it because sex slavery didn’t cause towers to fall on national television? The nation has not be adequately scarred to disband civil liberties for this particular offense and criminal group?
Is it because the victims of this act are not Americans, but brown-skinned Asians, dying out of sight in brothel dungeons, on motel room beds at the hands of an abusive John, or quietly of AIDs on the other side of the world?
Or is it because the ‘victims’ of this profiling would perhaps be overwhelming white and well-to-do males, pillars of local business communities, family men, and otherwise known to be respectable folk who have the courtesy to practice their most profligate sexual deviancy on dark-skinned children?
Or another reason entirey? I hope Kristof and others who live wholly or halfway in this world of medieval bondage continue to explore this topic and demand an answer. No doubt those who enslave these girls and pay for their services are the most vile. But I would like to know how disgusting the rest of us are for being less than outraged.
UPDATE: Kristof has a new article up continuing on the travails of sex slaves in Cambodia, detailing more gruesome tortures inflicted on the teenage captives.
… and the cow goes moo