More from “My Fair Lady”

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My previous post (see below) contained my explanation for the devolution of the cinematic musical.  The same commentary could apply to Hollywood in general.  Another DC/Marvel regurgitation, rich in CGI visuals and not much else, is today’s theatrical high point.  Sad.

To get a sense of the sublime that Hollywood was capable of producing, watch this scene from “My Fair Lady” of Audrey Hepburn and cast performing “I Could Have Danced All Night” (Hepburn’s voice is dubbed, but nonetheless….).

Once again, if you can, run it through a set of speakers.

RogerG

What a Great Musical Looks and Sounds Like: My Fair Lady

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Is our culture exhausted?  I’m of two minds, but there are signs of fatigue, if not decline.  Last night, I finished watching “My Fair Lady” on Netflix in HD and through my stereo system, as close as I can get to a theater experience for a film from 1964.  It was magnificent and got me to wondering why we seem incapable of producing such cinematic grandeur today.

Not that there haven’t been attempts, but for me, they don’t measure up.  Sorry, “La La Land” and “Chicago”, the two most recent endeavors to capture the magic, are poor knock-offs.  The material elements are present in the physical choreography and vocalizations, and, yet, the whole package appears as a cheap imitation.

One factor for the debasement might have something to do with Hollywood’s zeal to be edgy.  By edgy, I mean norm-busting: the unrelenting pressure to be a challenge to what used to be considered wholesome.  It’s oft-putting and takes away from the synergistic combination of artistry, craftsmanship, and cinematography.

The zenith of the musical probably was the 1950s-60s.  After that, it’s all downhill to the CGI/rapid-imagery, stale scripts, and unremarkable and uninspiring music of today.  It’s so bad that the downfall of the musical coincides with the downfall of the Oscars.  Who cares, except for the old stuff?

Please watch this performance of the wonderful song “On the Street Where You Live” from “My Fair Lady”.  If you can, run it through a set of good speakers.  Nothing from Hollywood’s current repertoire compares.

RogerG

Zora Neale Hurston and Stewardship Properly Understood

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Zora Neal Hurston

Lest we find ourselves distracted by all things Ukraine at the moment, we should not suffer temporary blindness to the ongoing threats closer to home.  If you’ll recall, we are engaged in a wholesale demolition of our cultural inheritance under the guise of a landslide of hackneyed buzzwords: diversity, equity, inclusion (curiously in that order to avoid the acronym DIE), social justice, systemic racism, white supremacy, et al.  An older but truer meaning of the word stewardship comes to mind.

See 1 Peter 4:10:
“As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.”

See Genisis 2:15:
“The Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it.”

The ransacking of the legacy flies in the face of the obvious meaning of stewardship.  Throughout the Bible it is used to remind us that God is the ultimate source of all gifts (broadly defined) and His expectation that we are to wisely use these favors.  It is not a cover for political enthusiasms such as recycling regimes, anti-plastic crusades, climate-change manias, the assault on fossil fuels, government handouts for windmills and solar panels, the punishment of workers in certain commodity industries, the promotion of guilt-trips for owning an SUV, the policies of herding families en masse into cramped apartments, the demonization of single-family-residential, and the relegation of the public lands to mere hikers’ paradises and no one else need enter.  God’s gifts are conferred on a businessman exercising property rights to extract mineral wealth from the earth as they are for white collar public employees wealthy and organized enough to politically force everyone else to live according to their preferences.  At present, there the mutilated corpse of stewardship lies.

If I hear another clergyman spout from the pulpit stewardship as the guise for greenie agendas, I’ll scream.

The insipid mangling of stewardship has manifested beyond Green New Deals and into a frenzy for an inflated race-consciousness.  Hyper-sensitive race-awareness tars everything to the point of a wholesale dismantlement of our grand cultural inheritance.  Statue-toppling, the insidious doctrines of race-obsessiveness in instruction to the young, the rantings and bullying in social media, the loud advocacy of the extinction of personal freedoms in free markets, and the espousal of life under massively intrusive government commands will mean the death knell for God’s gifts.  “Stewardship” undermining stewardship.  Go figure.

A rereading of the writings of Zora Neale Hurston are the antidote to what she referred to as the “race man”, the carnival barkers for perpetual race-victimhood, people like the barely coherent Ibram X. Kendi or the insufferable Maxine Waters.

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Ibram X. Kendi
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Maxine Waters

Check out this gem from Hurston’s essay “Art and Such”, wherein she decries the tendency of the “race man” to reduce the entire black experience to oppression and sorrow:

“Can the black poet sing a song to the morning?  Upsprings the song to his lips but it is fought back. He says to himself, . . .  ‘Ought I not to be singing of our sorrows?  That is what is expected of me and . . . if I do not some will even call me a coward.  The one subject for a Negro is the Race and its sufferings and so the song of the morning must be choked back.  I will write of a lynching instead.’  So the same old theme, the same old phrases get done again. . . .  The writer thinks that he has been brave in following in the groove of the Race champions, when the truth is, it is the line of least resistance and least originality.”

Zora sets the record straight.  This latest campaign to ravage our inheritance is absolutely mind-numbing.  The soul-destroying dogmas reduce thought to mindless chants.  These people aren’t capable of originality and can add nothing to our inheritance.  They only pillage.  A painter’s palette is replaced by a sledge hammer.

So much for the stewardship in 1 Peter 4:10.

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A Middle-Class Betrayal

A Sierra Club sponsored outing.

In 2001, upon meeting Russia’s Vladimir Putin for the first time in Slovenia, Pres. George W. Bush famously said that he looked into Putin’s eyes and “was able to get a sense of his soul.”  Apparently, Bush was bromanced by a heartrending Putin tale from his youth of his mother giving him a cross that survived a fire at the family dacha.  Later, Vice-President Cheney chortled that when he saw Putin, “I think KGB, KGB, KGB”.  Bush’s outpourings of sympathy were corrected by Cheney’s blunt realism.

We need more of Cheney’s therapeutic realism regarding all sorts of misguided beliefs that are eviscerating our country.  One such assemblage of mind-junk running amok is environmentalism.  This thing is an “ism” and not to be confused with its root, the environment.  It’s a vast social engineering project that rivals anything bursting forth from the mind of Karl Marx, for whom it is related.  After decades of persistent persuasion throughout the culture, it has settled into our myopic but comfortable middle class.  We are willing our own demise, and the historical corrective in the form of a sober middle class has checked out of prudence and into folly, or so it seems.

Though, be mindful of the universal caveat: to be certain, not all of the middle class, but a sizeable chunk in varying degrees. One must avoid the sophistry of the woke in assuming a homogeneity of thought in a group arbitrarily defined by some external, physical factor (income, race, ethnicity, gender, etc., etc.).

The ”ism” is an example of a belief system every bit as straitjacketing as anything found in The Communist Manifesto, a kind of theology without an afterlife.  Instead, the surrogate afterlife is a materialist utopia, a pie in the sky.  The grand scheme begins with the acolytes’ favorite diagnosis of what ails us in the form of human eco-disruptions that have allegedly damaged our entire existence, us personally, and all our surroundings.  The prescription requires the true believers to take control of the state to engineer a better human being for a better world.  Devastation, though, is history’s likeliest verdict.

Climate change doctrines are the latest infatuation which has been used, for instance, to wreck our domestic energy industry and begin the coercive reengineering of our existence.  Fact: no reliable energy, welcome to the stone age.  And solar panels and windmills won’t cut it, so don’t go there.  The eco-fanatics’ dream, however, will translate into the reality of dependence on Saudi monarchs, Iran’s mullahs, Putin, and Venezuela’s Nicolas Maduro.  Welcome to national subservience to imperial thugs and welcome to chronic retreat and defeat.  President Biden is the latest figurehead trying to lead us into this new catastrophe.

Events in Eastern Europe – Ukraine in particular – have exposed the problem.  We are in the midst of a massive federal, state, and local effort, led by the feds, to turn topsy-turvy our way of life in pursuit of almost anything labeled “sustainable” in 2,000-page Green New Deals (GND) while at the same time we are beset with the aggressions of Russia and Red China who are threatening to tear apart our alliances and trade relationships.  We are pulled toward the amateurish visions of AOC as we are stretched in the opposite direction to stand up to tyrannical aggressions.  It’s a two-fer for a beating.  Lincoln’s “house divided against itself cannot stand” should ring in our ears.

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The fact that the middle class, mostly white collar, has largely bought into this secular faith is evident everywhere.  It can be heard from the pulpit to the classroom.

Groups who are the zealous spearhead of the movement notice their narrow demographic appeal in the white collar, urban/suburban/exurban, middle to super-rich cluster. The Sierra Club, Wisconsin chapter, admits it: “The lack of diversity and inclusion amongst staff and members of environmental organizations is a key component to their difficulty in effectively combating environmental justice issues.”  In 2015, the group’s national governing body felt compelled to kneel before the cliché of “Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion” to paper over the obvious truth of the group’s cramped attractiveness (sierra club 2015 diversity equity and inclusion pdf).

Pew Research points to the same constricted demography.  Using Dem/Rep breakdowns as the metric – since GNDs aren’t in the Republican playbook – we get a sense of who’s rallying to the flag of the firebrands.  The Democratic Party is, after all, their institutional home.  Democrat strength has been rising in the same demographic wherein eco-activists draw their legions: white, college educated, and urban/suburban.  These aren’t any kind of Caucasoids; they are whites of the other two characteristics.

For blue collars to join, they must either be confused or suicidal.

This isn’t your grandpa’s middle class.  For a sizeable portion of them, they see the world as an urban park due to their unfamiliarity with anything else.  Ensconced in their suburban bungalow, or coastal dwelling, or exclusive condo, or gentrified brownstone, they are far removed from the kind of people who make the stuff of their life possible.  Distance culturally, morally, socially, geographically, and economically, sometimes over multiple generations, colors both their perspectives and profound ignorance.  It’s easy for them to complain of the high price of housing but then support environmental policies that jack up the price of construction materials and strangle the supply of homes.  To them, the national forests are a park, not a possible source of 2X4 studs, and the more land under the control of the Nature Conservancy the better in their mind.  The monumental incongruency is startling.

Environmental activists protest outside of the Harvard Club where Trump’s EPA Administrator Scott Pruitt was scheduled to speak, June 20, 2017 in New York City.

Do you think the nations who wish us harm – yes, we do have them – are oblivious to the presence of a demographic fifth column in our midst?  As Biden would say, “Come on, man!”  In the 1970s and 80s, we called Soviet morale-busting campaigns disinformation.  They called it dezinformatsiya which The Great Soviet Dictionary of the era defined as “false information with the intention to deceive public opinion.”  The 1980’s Operation Infektion attempted to convince the world and us that our government invented HIV/AIDS in order to sap our will to resist them.  President Reagan got a full blast of it when he countered a Soviet military buildup in Europe and resisted Soviet adventurism around the world.

Today’s Kremlin wouldn’t be continuing the practice if there wasn’t an audience for it, as there was for the Nuclear Freeze and peace movements 40 years ago.  Former Soviet KGB apparatchik Vladimir Putin would be very familiar with this staple of Soviet war-by-other-means and is evidently using it.  One of the biggest foreign boosters of John Kerry’s climate change hucksterism is Nikolai Patrushev, the head of Russia’s Security Council.  Patrushev goes further in hawking American woke capitalism. Is he doing it out of pure altruism?  Quoting Biden again, “Come on, man!”  He knows, and we should know, that climate-change apocalyptics and social justice flimflammery only cripples us.  What better way to advance Putin’s national interests than to cheer John Kerry’s galivanting escapades and The Squad’s congressional agenda?  Weaken your adversary and warm up the tanks is a well-worn tactic.

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Nikolai Patrushev

The Kremlin gets traction with the hooey because many white collars are habitually open to the jive.  When will these urbanistas realize that they can’t have a safe and prosperous country alongside blackouts and escalating utility bills?  Electric cars, or electric anything, isn’t going to deliver 45,000 pounds of produce to their favorite Whole Foods outlet.  Their Beemers and Subarus can’t be made without the liquid residue of primordial jungles.  The stuff of fossil fuels surrounds them at a time when they are trying to kill it off.  It’s one of the purest examples of economic self-negation imaginable.

We have more than a Left problem.  We have a middle-class problem.  The two intersect at environmentalism and ensure the atrophy of our economy, our national resolve, and compromise the defense of our national interests.  No better word is available than “betrayal” . . . or maybe stupidity.

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RogerG