Pomo Homo

ARE WE NOT MEN

Watchmen (out of the archives)

(N.B.: I wrote this whenever ‘a recent post’ was recent. The film itself is no longer even remotely relevant, but Alec told me [probably a year ago, christ] that the review was worth posting. So: here.)

After I saw Zack Snyder’s Watchmen, I spent some time trying to concentrate my thoughts on the film enough for a post here. I was never able to do so to my satisfaction, and eventually the film stopped being timely. Luckily, a recent post at Alicublog brought up Anthony Lane’s review of the film. Instead of making an overlong and off-topic comment there, I’ll make you all suffer. (Here be spoilers for both film and comic.) Lane pans the film as an inhumane celebration of thuggery, and he repeatedly states that the comic and the movie are philosophically similar. I mostly agree with Lane’s assessment of Watchmen the film, but couldn’t agree less with his association of Snyder’s love of thuggery with Alan Moore himself. The film is an eviscerated parody of the comic I read. On its own, the superhero story is not particularly notable –it’s the kind of “dark” inverted hero story that Frank Miller might have written. What I find appealing about Watchmen that both Snyder and Lane missed are simple human stories, cut short by Veidt’s scheme.

The emotional peak of the comic is the execution of Veidt’s plan. A half-dozen small plots with decidedly non-superheroic characters – a cabbie’s fight with her girlfriend, a newspaper vendor talking to an uninterested youth reading a pirate comic, the paranoia- and drug-fueled murder of Hollis Mason, the eventual disgrace of the cop who captures Rorschach,  and Rorschach’s psychiatrist spiralling into despair and alienating his wife — begin to be drawn together. At that moment, Veidt’s plan to murder half of New York takes effect, and all of these lives are obliterated in a series of panels which still makes me tear up even after dozens of readings.

Watchmen does briefly reference the iconic scene with the newspaper vendor and youth in silhouette before everything goes white. You’d just about miss it. And it symbolized exactly what was wrong with the film — I had no emotional response, because I had no reason to care about these characters.

Quite a lot of the film is spent slavishly recreating the hero arc of the comic, to the expense of just about everything else. The resulting plot arc, with the characters as written, would have been pretty strongly biased in favor of Veidt. Moore’s Adrian Veidt is a fascinating character, one of the best villains ever written — because he is strong, and handsome, and charming, and makes a fairly convincing argument that he had to murder millions of people to save the world. Furthermore, Moore never explicitly rebukes Veidt’s actions. The comic’s protagonists come around at the end, agree to stay quiet, and return to their lives — except one, the psychotic (and ultimately suicidal) serial killer Rorschach. Beyond that, the only person really questioning Veidt at the end is Veidt himself.

Snyder realized this, although he didn’t seem to recognize the value of the excised plots (the part he’s restoring in his director’s cut, apparently, is the well-done but marginal Black Freighter story). So he turns Veidt into a weaselly, snivelling Eurofag (with a directory labelled BOYS on his computer, natch), makes Dan and Laurie stronger and more appealing, and does everything he can to make a psycho killer like Rorschach an antihero.

This is what Lane saw in the film. I agree with him on that. The dehumanized script of the film had to increase the severity of Veidt’s crime by a tremendous magnitude, replacing “half of New York” with the complete obliteration of a handful of the world’s biggest cities. The comic’s Dan Dreiberg is shocked and appalled at Veidt’s murders at first, but ultimately agrees to go along with Veidt’s plan. In the movie, the same scene ends with an absurd sequence where Dreiberg beats the shit out of Veidt and accuses him of “deforming humanity.” It’s fitting that a film directed by the guy who did 300 replaced half the plot with a burly man repeatedly punching a homosexual in the face.

(An aside — I’m aware Snyder didn’t write the script, and I’m being lazy in attributing all of these decisions to him. I apologize. However, I suspect that Snyder was satisfied with the script he filmed, and his previous work on 300 as well as his obvious love of filming scenes of merciless violence reinforce this. Oh, and before I forget: the comic depicts the pre-Keene Act rioters as middle-aged, pudgy working people. The film depicts them as bomb-throwing hippies. It all adds up.)

In general, the film’s script slashes out any scene that doesn’t feature a superhero but dedicates minutes on end to loving expansions of sex and fight scenes (Dan & Laurie on the airship, the Comedian’s death, the thugs in the alley) which were dispensed with fairly quickly in the comic. I know the entire book comic would have been impossible to film, but when you expand a scene just so you can show more of Malin Akerman getting a deep dicking you open yourself up to questions about priorities.

Recorded for posterity before Rush Limbaugh uses it

Life on Titan? A liberal NASA plot. They say there’s life on Titan, then Obambi and the Democrat congress declare it a wildlife refuge and we can’t drill it for oil!

huh huh hhuuuh

I don’t know how many arms these Titanians have, but I know that each one of them is going to end up holding a Democrat welfare check!!

hhhuuh huuuuuh huh

Maybe they know where Obama’s birth certificate is located!!

hhh hhhuhh [choking sound, heavy clump of body striking floor]


INVEST IN VICTORY

BREAKING! MUST *SQUEEZE THE JUICE*

MCCAIN/PALIN COMPLIANCE FUND

The McCain web ads are clearly either the work of a leftist mole or Todd Palin’s fishing buddy, who has business cards which read “‘Dump-Truck’ Johnson, Web-Mastering & Motorboat’s Repaired.” I work at a small creative agency in Portland, and if our graphic designer tried to pass off something this bad he’d be thrown out the window.

I guess there’s no such thing as an attractive banner sporting McCain’s weird leer and yellow teeth, but that’s not the only thing wrong with it:

  • It looks like someone took an older ad and mangled it. “Compliance Fund” is awkwardly crammed under the McCain/Palin logo, and it’s a bit off center.
  • Also, the sudden transition from a flaggy textured background to a gradient just looks fucking awful.
  • “Compliance Fund?” (No big surprise here: it’s a campaign finance law loophole. Walnuts is running out of cash.)
  • The “Invest in Victory/Donate $50″ chunk isn’t even fucking centered in the gradient section. That abrupt border might have been sort of okay if it had been.

Obamz’ web ads aren’t as good as his print material, but they’re still significantly better than this trash. Palin actually fares worse in these ads; bereft of the sexy-librarian gestalt, she just sort of looks like she’s storing food in her cheeks. Next time I see the “The Original Mavericks” ad featuring both of them, I’ll grab it.

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Ephemera: Barefoot and…

If “momism” hadn’t been claimed already by Philip Wylie, I’d gladly snap it up for this modern cult of the mom. As I insufficiently described in IID’s first post, mom is rising up to replace wife as the default identity of women after feminism gouged away at the latter. This isn’t a critique of motherhood, or even of the slang term “mom” — but I’ve certainly noticed that being a mom implies far more in terms of lifestyle than old-fashioned motherhood.

Here, we see an ideal personification of the Mom — pregnant, young, white, chic yet modest, but with a sufficient dollop of pretended grrl power to keep one’s mom from crying in shame. “No men allowed” in this context doesn’t offer a safe space for women to be women — a goal I wholeheartedly support — but instead a way for women to cooperate in reinforcing their essential separation from but dependence on manhood.

For what it’s worth, this isn’t a comment on “CafeMom” or its members. I toil myself in the abattoir called marketing, and I’m keenly aware of the levels of separation involved. A cursory search of the site yields content ranging from the worst neo-momist trash to simple venting to enlightened commentary on identity on motherhood. I’ll end by linking this thread, which beautifully serves to demonstrate the worst in both male and female socialization — man as a domestically helpless penis-worm, and woman as a long-suffering eunuch for Christ. In this world, man is always doomed to be the pursuer, and woman the pursued; man fucks, and woman is fucked. There’s no place for men (straight, gay, or in between) who want to be fucked, or women (likewise) who want to fuck. As a man who sometimes struggles to keep up with the sexual demands of his partner, I am feminized; as a woman sometimes driven to fits of rage by a bout of abstinence, she is masculinized.

Sorry for the long delay in posting. I’ve a post on pie-throwing in the queue, and I hope to deliver it in a timely manner.

Pomo Homo: Introduction

Are we not men?

They tell us that / We lost our tails
Evolving up / From little snails
I say it’s all / Just wind in sails
Are we not men? / We are devo.
– DEVO, the world’s first postmodern pop band

Postmodernism and everything connected to and stemming from it took a harsh (and probably deserved) pummelling in the wake of Alan Sokal’s hoax on Social Text, but it’s not as if it enjoyed a better reputation before. Everyone hates pomo who isn’t a postmodernist. To the conservative mind, it’s a colossal waste of time and money, not to mention immature. A bunch of leftist ivory-tower con men sitting around and writing incomprehensible essays about some one-eyed Mick, postmodernism serves as a ready example for every right-wing slander of the academic world. From multiculturism to relativism, the unspeakable concepts of pomo philosophy saturate the reactionary vocabulary of slurs against the left.

While the right-wing hatred for postmodernism is unmatchable, however, the relationship between the orthodox left and the pomo left has been shaky if not outright hostile for some time. As an unapologetic adherent to a philosophy that would generally be described as postmodernist, I’d like to explain why much of this animus is misdirected. The leftist complaint against postmodernism is threefold: one, that it makes a mockery of orthodox leftism, even while purporting to embrace its basic tenets; two, that it’s hopelessly mired in worthless theoretical debates and inaccessible language at a time when a populist message is needed more than ever; and three, that it makes the left look bad.

This is the introduction to an uninteresting series of indeterminate length that I will be writing. This introduction is posted to ensure that you are not holding your breath.