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Stepchild of Linkage, The Sequel

Rather than call this something like Revenge of Son of Linkage (gotta pace myself), this is actually an addendum to today's previous entry, with two items I'd have added if I had noticed either of them from my rather bleary reading of the newsprint this morning.

1. Obama has style. And this little girl is going to remember that forever. Well, no, not if she's like me. But she'll remember it for a while.

2. This is going to down in history as the best thing Wesley "I'm the guy when you can't get Ty" Morris ever wrote, which I didn't notice this morning because it was in the middle of a review of a movie you could not bribe me to see:

An entire generation of directors and writers is passing through their adult youth sucking their thumbs and staring at the navels of their teenage selves in movies like Adventureland and Lymelife. They go to work in Judd Apatow's hormone factory, which cranks out hypersensitive male nostalgia comedies about a strain of permanent adolescence. Those movies, as pleasurable as some of them are, feel only loosely connected to the actual world.

Now, mind you, Morris goes slightly astray with his very next sentence:

No one begrudges Wes Anderson, David Gordon Green, or Spike Jonze their dioramas, sand castles, and microcosms, but it would be nice for their worlds to meet ours.

The difference between one of Anderson or Jonze's sterile, contrived, misshapen character studies and one of Apatow's fart-based backslapping character studies is like chalk and cheese ... but the point stands: None of these people seems to want to work with anything that resembles what I think of as the real world. At least with Anderson or Jonze they clue you from the beginning that they will be taking leave of reality immediately - but there is simply no excuse for Judd Apatow or anyone in his stable.

And Morris calls out Dave Eggers for unbearable smugness too. Bonus! All in all, a good day for Mr. Morris.


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Jette:

A.O. Scott has written a review of "Away We Go" that is along the same lines ... I am tempted to see the movie just so I can see exactly what he's talking about, but I suspect it'll just annoy me, too. But that first quote you pulled is delightful.

-- 19:22, 12 June 2009 (BST)


Mel:

I was wondering if the note would be the property of the kid or the school. The kid, I suppose, seeing as how it was the last day of school anyway, and she'll probably never have to turn it in.

-- 23:19, 12 June 2009 (BST)


Bunny42:

Talking of news (papers), did this make your blood boil?

http://www.boingboing.net/2009/06/11/daily-show-visits-th.html

-- 09:04, 13 June 2009 (BST)


Columbina:

I haven't managed to get to BoingBoing in days and days (haven't you noticed how much calmer it is here? heh), and I didn't watch the segment because I felt it was well-summarized for me. The discussion thread is good. I agree strongly with Takuan at #6 on what papers should be doing, and I agree with points 4 and 5 M. Dery makes at #30:

I know the Chomsky argument by heart, and can quote it from memory. What Chomsky and Herman never tell us is: who will fund the Real Journalism that will replace that Hated Heap of Falsehoods About American Empire that is the NYT? Every time I read the criminally clueless Jeff Jarvis - Self-Appointed He-Ra, Master of the Mediaverse - I comb his screed for an answer to that question, but answer comes there none. Ever. Show me the beef. Where's the revenue stream, the funding mechanism that's going to support the Real Journalism of the Future?

Another, thumpingly obvious question, so obvious it seems to be hidden in plain sight from those who insist we've already read the morning's news online, on a jillion blogs, by the time Old Media get around to covering it: Where in Cthulu's name do you think 99% of all blogs, including HuffPo, are getting their facts? In virtually every instance, they're linking to reported stories on some newspaper website. Unless you're talking Malkin and other frothing heads, who are linking to yak about yak about yak. What happens when the few remaining overseas bureaus and the few remaining national bureaus close? You like hyperlocal? Awesome, because that's all you're going to have. Man does not live by Little Leagues scores alone.

Look, much about mainstream corporate journalism is rotten to the core. I've slept with MANUFACTURING CONSENT under my pillow for years, and argued its righteous theology in my writing. But waving HuffPo as some sort of exemplar of the New, New Cluefulness brings out the Marxist economic determinist in me, as do Overestimated Prophets like Jarvis, none of whom can tell us who's going to pay for the news of the future. Of course we'd all love to see Scahill-style reporting calling power to account. But who's going to do that reporting in a world where all the people who used to pay, like the NYT, have gone to the boneyard?

-- 16:08, 13 June 2009 (BST)


Bunny42:

"I comb his screed for an answer to that question, but answer comes there none."

I can't remember when I've read such a sentence. Not recently, that's for sure. It sings with beauty. M. Dery has the gift. "Frothing heads..." "Thumpingly obvious..." Good stuff, that.

I was especially amused by the fellow who bragged about his BA in English. I had been lamenting the fact that very few of the commenters, including him, were able to construct complete sentences. Then came the BA in English. I laughed out loud. I keep hoping it's just that people type fast and don't proof read. Probably too optimistic.

-- 19:08, 13 June 2009 (BST)

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