In late SepÂtemÂber, the US milÂiÂtary declared the hunger strikes at GuanÂtáÂnamo Bay over. “At its peak,” writes CharÂlie SavÂage in The New York Times, “106 of the 166 prisÂonÂers … were listÂed as parÂticÂiÂpants” in the strike. That numÂber has now dropped to 19, they say, and they’re all being givÂen “the approÂpriÂate levÂel of care.” What exactÂly does that mean? You can get an idea from this aniÂmatÂed video creÂatÂed by The Guardian. In 6 minÂutes, you’ll get introÂduced to the world of peoÂple who have spent years in prison. They’ve nevÂer been charged with a crime nor givÂen access to the legal sysÂtem. Despite being cleared for release, many remain stuck in limÂbo year after year. When they lose hope and go on hunger strike, they have tubes and food crammed down their noses. Poignant as it may be, the colÂorÂful aniÂmaÂtion may dull your reacÂtion to what’s actuÂalÂly hapÂpenÂing in GuanÂtáÂnamo. PerÂhaps it’s betÂter to look at these colÂor phoÂtos to fulÂly appreÂciÂate the Kafkaesque sysÂtem the govÂernÂment has put in place.
What livÂing direcÂtor has drawn the descripÂtor “surÂreÂal” more often than David Lynch? If you’ve seen, or rather expeÂriÂenced, a few of his films — parÂticÂuÂlarÂly EraserÂhead, Lost HighÂway, MulÂholÂland Dr., or Inland Empire, or even the first half of his teleÂviÂsion series Twin Peaks — you know he’s earned it. Like any surÂreÂalÂist worth his salt, Lynch creÂates his own verÂsion of realÂiÂty, with its own set of often unfathÂomable and inexÂplicÂaÂbly but emoÂtionÂalÂly and psyÂchoÂlogÂiÂcalÂly resÂoÂnant qualÂiÂties. In 1987, the year after his breakÂthrough Blue VelÂvet opened in theÂaters, the BBC apparÂentÂly thought him enough of an authorÂiÂty on the matÂter of cinÂeÂmatÂic surÂreÂalÂism to enlist him to present an episode of AreÂna on the subÂject.
And so we’ve highÂlightÂed, just above in two parts, the fruit of their colÂlabÂoÂraÂtion, with apoloÂgies for the straight-from-the-VHS qualÂiÂty of the video. (I just think of the slight mudÂdledÂness as adding anothÂer welÂcome layÂer of unreÂalÂiÂty to the proÂceedÂings.)
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In 1883, Antoni GaudĂ, the great CataÂlan archiÂtect, began workÂing on his magÂnum opus, the SagraÂda FamĂlia, the church that has become one of the most popÂuÂlar tourist attracÂtions in Barcelona. Before his death in 1925, GaudĂ manÂaged to comÂplete the crypt, apse and part of the NativÂiÂty facade. Work on the basilÂiÂca slowed durÂing the 1930s and 40s, espeÂcialÂly durÂing the SpanÂish CivÂil War, but picked up again in the 1950s. A series of archiÂtects carÂried on GaudĂ’s work, comÂpletÂing new towÂers and facades. In 2000, the cenÂtral nave vaultÂing was comÂpletÂed, and, since then, modÂern techÂnolÂoÂgy has put archiÂtects on track to comÂplete the church decades ahead of schedÂule. The new tarÂget date is 2026 — the cenÂteÂnary of GaudĂ’s death. Thanks to a comÂputÂer-genÂerÂatÂed video released by the SagraÂda FamilÂia FounÂdaÂtion, you can see what the basilÂiÂca, almost 150 years in the makÂing, will look like when it’s all done. You can also take a virÂtuÂal tour of the inteÂriÂor of the UNESCO landÂmark here.
It seems only natÂurÂal that Joseph StalÂin, who presided over perÂhaps the most stagÂgerÂingÂly vast eraÂsure of human beings, their propÂerÂty, their docÂuÂments and hisÂtoÂries, should have also been a meticÂuÂlous ediÂtor. Whether we know it or not, the invisÂiÂble hand of an ediÂtor intrudes between us and nearÂly everyÂthing we read (even if it’s the writer as ediÂtor), makÂing esoÂteric deciÂsions, creÂatÂing alterÂnate outÂcomes and deletÂing the past. In Stalin’s day, and still in many ediÂtoÂrÂiÂal departÂments today, the ediÂtor wieldÂed a colÂored penÂcil instead of a keyÂboard, and hovÂered over manÂuÂscripts, notÂing addenÂda, corÂrectÂing minuÂtia, slashÂing through senÂtences, and scribÂbling indeÂciÂpherÂable comÂments in the marÂgins. Stalin’s penÂcil was blue, a colÂor that was not visÂiÂble when phoÂtographed.
StalÂin always seemed to have a blue penÂcil on hand, and many of the ways he used it stand in direct conÂtrast to comÂmon assumpÂtions about his perÂson and thoughts. He editÂed ideÂolÂoÂgy out or played it down, cut refÂerÂences to himÂself and his achieveÂments, and even exhibÂitÂed flexÂiÂbilÂiÂty of mind, reversÂing some of his own priÂor edits.
So while StalÂin’s voice rang in every ear, his porÂtrait hung in every office and facÂtoÂry, and bobbed in every choreÂoÂgraphed parade, the StalÂin behind the blue penÂcil remained invisÂiÂble. What’s more, he allowed very few details of his priÂvate life to become pubÂlic knowlÂedge, leadÂing the StalÂin biogÂraÂphÂer Robert SerÂvice to comÂment on the remarkÂable “ausÂterÂiÂty” of the “StalÂin cult.”
We should not misÂtake Stalin’s “self-effaceÂment,” Case writes, for modÂesty. She quotes the enigÂmatÂic street artist Banksy to make the point: “invisÂiÂbilÂiÂty is a superÂpowÂer.” StalÂin applied the powÂer of his penÂcil to thouÂsands of offiÂcial docÂuÂments and pieces of proÂpaÂganÂda, even comÂpleteÂly rewritÂing the 1938 SoviÂet bible, The Short Course on the HisÂtoÂry of the All-Union ComÂmuÂnist ParÂty (BolÂsheÂviks). ComÂmisÂsioned for a team of authors in 12 chapÂters, StalÂin found it necÂesÂsary to “funÂdaÂmenÂtalÂly revise 11 of them” (see the first ediÂtion title page above).
Stalin’s blue penÂcil also interÂvened in more direct, and chillÂing ways. The docÂuÂment at left shows a list of peoÂple held by the NKVD, foreÂrunÂners to the KGB. The blue handÂwritÂing scrawled over the list is Stalin’s. It reads “ExeÂcute everyÂone.”
We have anothÂer exeÂcuÂtion order below, this time in the form of a 1940 letÂter writÂten by Stalin’s secret police chief Beria and recÂomÂmendÂing “exeÂcuÂtion by shootÂing” for around 20,000 prisÂonÂers, most of them PolÂish offiÂcers, at a camp in Katyn, a masÂsacre the SoviÂets blamed on the Nazis. Beria’s letÂter (below) bears the sigÂnaÂtures, in blue penÂcil, of StalÂin and sevÂerÂal PolitÂburo memÂbers.
In addiÂtion to heavÂiÂly editÂing proÂpaÂganÂda and signÂing mass death warÂrants, StalÂin used his penÂcil to deface drawÂings by 19th cenÂtuÂry RussÂian painters, scrawlÂing “crude and omiÂnous capÂtions” beneath them in red or blue. He left his mark on 19 picÂtures, all of them nudes, most of them male. He slashed through their torÂsos and othÂer body parts with the penÂcil (below) and wrote on one of the drawÂings, “Radek, you ginÂger basÂtard, if you hadn’t pissed into the wind, if you hadn’t been so bad, you’d still be alive.” Karl Radeck was a revÂoÂluÂtionÂary activist in the 20s that hisÂtoÂriÂans believe StalÂin had killed in 1939. HisÂtoÂriÂan NikiÂta Petrov—who believes StalÂin defaced the drawÂings between 1939 and 1946—says of them: “These capÂtions show StalÂin wasÂn’t just maliÂcious and primÂiÂtive, but that he was also very danÂgerÂous.” It is indeed deeply unsetÂtling for an ediÂtor to see Stalin’s ruthÂless hand move freely from the vioÂlence of his slash-and-burn texÂtuÂal changes to that of his mass exeÂcuÂtion orders and crude, “loutish” debaseÂment of human forms.
I believe some movies are so clasÂsic, they should be conÂsidÂered untouchÂable, an opinÂion I wish more BroadÂway proÂducÂers shared.
Brace yourÂself. Rocky, Sylvester StalÂlone’s heartÂwarmÂing tale about a small-potaÂtoes boxÂer in 1970s PhiladelÂphia, has been turned into a musiÂcal.
It’s likeÂly not as bad as I fear. StalÂlone himÂself is co-proÂducÂing, young direcÂtor Alex TimÂbers is deservedÂly hot, and lyriÂcist Lynn Ahrens is responÂsiÂble, in large degree, for SchoolÂhouse Rock.
All the same, prank colÂlecÂtive Improv EveryÂwhere’s take on one of RockÂy’s most iconÂic scenes falls more squareÂly withÂin my comÂfort zone. The first installÂment in the group’s weekÂly Movies in Real Life series, this Rocky feaÂtures lookaÂlike comeÂdiÂan Dan Black runÂning through the streets of Philly, a crowd of kids tailÂing him on the final leg. (“So, uh, you have parÂents?” he gasps, atop the art museÂum steps.)
As with the annuÂal No-Pants SubÂway Ride and many othÂer Improv EveryÂwhere stunts, a great deal of fun comes from the reacÂtions of unsusÂpectÂing passersÂby. Some of my favorites are viewÂable in the prank’s MisÂsion Report, a folÂlow up with less need to stick to the script. Still in charÂacÂter, Black demands royÂalÂty checks from street venÂdors sellÂing Rocky t‑shirts and screws with tourists posÂing in front of the famed Rocky statÂue. Small wonÂder Improv EveryÂwhere’s motÂto is “we cause scenes.”
For those in need of refreshÂment, here is the origÂiÂnal:
Silent films had a respectable showÂing, as it were, on Sight & Sound magÂaÂzine’s last big critÂics poll. The votes, cast to deterÂmine the greatÂest motion picÂtures of all time, placed three silents among the top ten overÂall: F.W. MurÂnau’s SunÂrise, DziÂga VerÂtov’s Man with a Movie CamÂera, and Carl Theodor DreyÂer’s The PasÂsion of Joan of Arc. These, of course, also rank at the top of Sight & Sound’s sepÂaÂrate list of the ten greatÂest silent films of all time, which came out as folÂlows:
Though all of these picÂtures came out withÂin the seemÂingÂly short 15-year span between 1916 and 1921, they repÂreÂsent a wide cinÂeÂmatÂic diverÂsiÂty: in form, in theme, in genre, in place of oriÂgin (of both the films and the filmÂmakÂers), in senÂsiÂbilÂiÂty, in aesÂthetÂics. You probÂaÂbly recÂogÂnize all of their names, espeÂcialÂly if you’ve takÂen a film studÂies course, and you may think of them all as familÂiar, but how many have you watched? Even we avowed cinephiles have a way of trickÂing ourÂselves into believÂing we’ve seen all the most imporÂtant movies in their entireÂty, when in realÂiÂty we know only about, albeit someÂtimes a lot about, their place in the hisÂtoÂry of cinÂeÂma and their curÂrents of influÂence that flow into films made today.
But thanks to the interÂnet, we can catch up with ease. GivÂen the age of works from the silent era, most of them have passed into the pubÂlic domain. You can thereÂfore watch almost all of the top ten greatÂest silent films of all time, as selectÂed by the 2012 Sight & Sound critÂics poll, for free, online, right now. Some you can even watch right here, withÂout leavÂing Open CulÂture: at the top of the post, you’ll find SunÂrise. Just above, we’ve feaÂtured Man with a Movie CamÂera. Below, The PasÂsion of Joan of Arc. To watch the othÂers, simÂply click their linked titles on the list. After you’ve enjoyed everyÂthing from MurÂnau’s GerÂman-ExpresÂsionÂist-by-way-of-HolÂlyÂwood romance to Keaton’s epic comÂeÂdy to Buñuel’s surÂreÂalÂist proÂcesÂsion of still-trouÂbling visions, you’ll not just know where many modÂern cinÂeÂmatÂic techÂniques came from, you’ll feel how they’ve evolved over the decades. All of the films listÂed above appear on our list of Great Silent Films, part of our largÂer colÂlecÂtion, 4,000+ Free Movies Online: Great ClasÂsics, Indies, Noir, WestÂerns, DocÂuÂmenÂtaries & More.
SatÂurÂday Night Live, now in its 39th seaÂson, has become more notable lateÂly for its takes on such uninÂtenÂtionÂalÂly (and too often painfulÂly) funÂny politÂiÂcal figÂures as Sarah Palin and Michele BachÂmann, rather than for its actuÂal sketchÂes. The show’s had some rough years, and though I can’t count myself among its curÂrent fans, for perÂhaps an eight-year periÂod, from the late 80s to the mid 90s, I tried to catch every episode. OccaÂsionÂalÂly, I would have to endure what every fan of the long-runÂning show must bear: a long nosÂtalÂgic rant from my parÂents’ genÂerÂaÂtion about how terÂriÂble the show had become and how it would nevÂer be as funÂny as it was in their day. But they may have just been right, since they watched it live in its infanÂcy in the mid-sevÂenÂties, when the show feaÂtured such comedic giants as Dan Aykroyd, Steve MarÂtin, John Belushi, Bill MurÂray, and GilÂda RadÂner. Although the topÂiÂcal humor of those earÂly episodes is badÂly datÂed, the raw enerÂgy radiÂatÂing from peoÂple who would go on to creÂate such endurÂing clasÂsics as AniÂmal House, The Blues BrothÂers, The Jerk, and CadÂdyshack sets the bar very high for everyÂone who folÂlowed.
DebutÂing on OctoÂber 11, 1975, the brainÂchild of Lorne Michaels and Dick EberÂsol was origÂiÂnalÂly just called the show SatÂurÂday Night to difÂferÂenÂtiÂate it from an ABC show called SatÂurÂday Night Live with Howard Cosell. But from its incepÂtion, the hallÂmark eleÂments were in place: the openÂing sketch endÂing in “Live from New York, it’s SatÂurÂday Night!” (origÂiÂnalÂly uttered each time by Chevy Chase); the live stuÂdio audiÂence; the celebriÂty guest host (pioÂneered by George CarÂlin in the first episode); and the live musiÂcal guests (the first were BilÂly PreÂston and Janis Ian). The origÂiÂnal cast conÂsistÂed of Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd, Jane Curtin, GarÂrett MorÂris, GilÂda RadÂner, John Belushi, and Laraine NewÂman. In the video at the top you can see a very young Lorne Michaels introÂduce the eight origÂiÂnal cast memÂbers before the first show aired in an interÂview on The TomorÂrow Show with Tom SnyÂder. Asked by SnyÂder about the forÂmat of the show, Michaels jokÂingÂly replies, “we’ve got eight, and we’re hopÂing for two to realÂly work. Not all of these peoÂple will become stars.” The cast laughs nerÂvousÂly. There’s no way any of them could have known how much the show would funcÂtion as a star-makÂing machine, but that is exactÂly what it became, even in its first seaÂson.
We are lucky to have screen tests from two of the first cast’s biggest stars-to-be, John Belushi (above) and Dan Aykroyd (below). In his audiÂtion, Belushi wagÂgles his famous eyeÂbrows, does a couÂple of brilÂliant BranÂdo impresÂsions, and genÂerÂalÂly hams it up. Aykroyd plays it straight, engagÂing in the smart satire of curÂrent events and pop culÂture that he did so well and pulling off a very credÂiÂble Louisiana accent.
While some of the most famous comeÂdiÂans of seaÂson one, includÂing Belushi and Aykroyd, are well known even to the raw youth of today, Lorne Michael’s first hire, the fabÂuÂlous GilÂda RadÂner, has sadÂly fadÂed from pop culÂture memÂoÂry, and there are preÂcious few clips of her SNL work online. But RadÂner was a sinÂguÂlar artist whose stand-up rouÂtines and BroadÂway shows are absoluteÂly pheÂnomÂeÂnal, and still hold up today. You can see her below from her 1979 show “GilÂda Live” doing a charÂacÂter called CanÂdy Slice, her take on PatÂti Smith (who was nevÂer so wastÂed, I think). Notice a young Paul SchaÂefÂfer on the drums and SNL’s G.E. Smith, Radner’s first husÂband, on guiÂtar. Radner’s tragÂic death from ovarÂiÂan canÂcer in 1989 cast her late life in somber tones, but seeÂing her below, before her illÂness, offers but a glimpse of the tremenÂdous physÂiÂcal enerÂgy and comÂmitÂment she brought to her every memÂoÂrable charÂacÂter on the show.
AmerÂiÂcans do not live in a culÂture that valÂues phiÂlosÂoÂphy. I could go on about the deep veins of anti-intelÂlecÂtuÂalÂism that run under the counÂtry like fault lines or natÂurÂal gas deposits, but I won’t. Let’s just say that we favor more obviÂous disÂplays of prowess: feats of strength, agiliÂty, and physÂiÂcal vioÂlence, for examÂple, of the superÂhero variÂety. With this fact in mind, first-year gradÂuÂate stuÂdent Ian VanÂdeÂwalkÂer decidÂed he “wantÂed to do someÂthing that would bring a disÂciÂpline that is often seen as difÂfiÂcult, esoÂteric, and even irrelÂeÂvant, into new light—especially in the eyes of young peoÂple.” RememÂberÂing a poster he once saw of “an action figÂure of Adam Smith with InvisÂiÂble Hand action,” VanÂdeÂwalkÂer decidÂed he would comÂbine his own love of toys and phiÂlosÂoÂphy into a philosoÂpher action figÂure series he called “PhiloÂsophÂiÂcal PowÂers!” Here are just a few of Vandewalker’s creÂations, designed someÂwhat like proÂfesÂsionÂal wrestlers, with their varÂiÂous leagues and range of epiÂthets.
He begins at the traÂdiÂtionÂal beginÂning, with figÂures of “PlunÂderÂous PlaÂto” and “ArroÂgant ArisÂtoÂtle” (above), “The Angry Ancients.” ArisÂtoÂtle, known as the “periÂpatetÂic” philosoÂpher, has only one powÂer: “walkÂing.” His qualÂiÂty is attestÂed by a rather cirÂcuÂlar sylÂloÂgism: “All PhiloÂsophÂiÂcal PowÂers figÂures are totalÂly aweÂsome. This toy is a PhiloÂsophÂiÂcal PowÂers figÂure. ThereÂfore, this toy is totalÂly aweÂsome.” Like much of Aristotle’s deducÂtive reaÂsonÂing, the arguÂment is airÂtight, proÂvidÂed one accept the truth of its premisÂes.
SkipÂping ahead over a cenÂtuÂry, we have the lone figÂure in “The AbomÂinable Absolute IdeÂalÂist” series, “HateÂful Hegel.” Hegel is the ultiÂmate sysÂtemÂatizÂer whose embrace of conÂtraÂdicÂtion can seem madÂdenÂingÂly incoÂherÂent, unless we believe his metaÂphysic of “Absolute SpirÂit.” GivÂen his dialecÂtic of everyÂthing, Hegel’s powÂer is that “he is infiÂnite.” His weakÂness? “He is finite,” of course. GivÂen Hegel’s teleÂoÂlogÂiÂcal theÂoÂry of hisÂtoÂry, peoÂple who purÂchase his action figÂure “can expect them to become more and more valuÂable as time passÂes.”
The most amusÂing of “The AntagÂoÂnisÂtic AnaÂlytÂic PhilosoÂphers” is LudÂwig WittgenÂstein, who was himÂself an amusÂingÂly eccenÂtric indiÂvidÂual. Known for his terÂriÂble temÂper, which would often driÂve him to verÂbalÂly abuse and strike those poor stuÂdents who couldn’t grasp his abstruse conÂcepts, “VinÂdicÂtive WittgenÂstein” has the powÂer of “pokÂer wieldÂing abilÂiÂty.” His weakÂness, natÂuÂralÂly, is his “teachÂing abilÂiÂty.” I parÂticÂuÂlarÂly like the “notes” secÂtion of the figÂure’s descripÂtion:
WittgenÂstein figÂures come in two variÂaÂtions: the earÂly modÂel’s recordÂed mesÂsages include nonÂsense about lanÂguage being a “picÂture” of the world, while the latÂer modÂel’s mesÂsages include nonÂsense about games and their “famÂiÂly resemÂblances” to one anothÂer. It’s fun to comÂmuÂniÂcate! (Doll does not actuÂalÂly comÂmuÂniÂcate. ChilÂdren who claim that WittgenÂstein figÂures talk to them with their own “priÂvate lanÂguage” are misÂtakÂen or lying and should be severeÂly beatÂen by their teachÂers.)
You can see the whole set at the PhiloÂsophÂiÂcal PowÂers site. It is probÂlemÂatÂic that we only get dead white men repÂreÂsentÂed, but this is not soleÂly the fault of VanÂdeÂwalkÂer but also a probÂlem of hisÂtoÂry and the traÂdiÂtionÂal acaÂdÂeÂmÂic hisÂtoÂry of ideas. One would hope that the conÂcept is clever enough that it might make phiÂlosÂoÂphy appealÂing to peoÂple who find it dull or unapÂproachÂable. That may be too lofty a goal, but these figÂures are sure to amuse the already philoÂsophÂiÂcalÂly-inclined, and perÂhaps spur them on to learn more.
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