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American Hustle

“Inside Llewyn Davis” and “Nebraska” are the current standards of what a serious Hollywood movie looks like. “American Hustle” offers so many easy pleasures that people may not think of it as a work of art, but it is. David Denby The New Yorker

american-hustle (1)I want to get the bad news out first, I was disappointed in American Hustle; it was not the greatest movie in the history of mankind. Even walking into the theater, I knew that nothing could match my internalized amping of the critical acclaim I had been reading. All that said, it was masterfully directed and had the best acting I have seen in a long time.

From stage left to right, Jennifer Lawrence was so sexy and looney, it was impossible to take my eyes off of her. Anytime she was on-screen, she stole the show. There was no relation to Katnis Everdeen or Ree. Christian Bale plays Irving Rosenfeld – who, I assume, is cast as Jewish but doesn’t come across as Jewish to my Jewdar – and is so distinctive in the role that, on leaving the theater, I told Michele I couldn’t think of a movie in which I had seen him before. When Michele mentioned the brooding Bruce Wayne in The Dark Knight Rises, I thought she must be mistaken.

Jeremy Renner is the mayor just trying to do good and he bears no resemblance to any part I have seen him play and certainly not Sergeant James, in the Hurt Locker. To me, he was the most sympathetic character, the one I like the most, but the genius of the film is that they are all likable. Of all the actors, Bradley Cooper’s FBI Agent DiMaso is the closest to his previous characters but he brings a sense of going off the rails that carries much of the film.

And Amy Adams is terrific as a woman trying to fight her way out of going nowhere, when we meet her, in a voice over, she mulls over being a stripper, There’s a boldness to it. But where would that boldness take me? In a way, that sums up the whole movie. For me, a major character – although uncredited – was Miss Adams’ dress. In any world with gravity and/or centrifugal force, her boobs would have popped out in almost every scene.

I want to say that this is a David O. Russell movie because I like him as a director – it started with Flirting with Disaster and Three Kings is still one of my favorite movies – but this is really a star movie like Ocean’s Eleven and it has a similar, light, inconsequential vibe. It got me wondering, What is a Star?  My first thought is that part of it is coming out of nowhere, very fast, very young. But, in American Hustle, Jennifer Lawrence is the only really young actor (although they are all pretty young from my age). But the Stars do come out of nowhere. They have a bit part, maybe a couple, and then get a lucky break in a Winter’s Bone, or Hangover, or Hurt Locker, and we all know them. We probably all over-looked them when they played a bit, deep in a movie, like Robin the Luggage Boy in Kenneth Branagh’s Henry V or a minor part like Sack Lodge in Wedding Crashers.

I am not sure that an actor has always had to be a great actor to be a Star, but today, Stars all seem to be great actors. I think that, for an actor to make that jump to Star, they must have something more. They have to attract us, make us fall in love, at least for a couple of hours, even if it is only in the dark. What I like most about Hollywood, is what so many people like the least, the alleged superficiality.

To make it in Hollywood, people have to be attractive – often confused with good-looking, but not really the same, think Danny DeVito – but they also have to be hardworking and talented. It doesn’t matter where somebody is from – from stage left to right –  Louisville, Kentucky; Haverfordwest, Wales;  Modesto, California;  Philadelphia, Pennsylvania;   Castle Rock, Colorado. It doesn’t matter who your parents were, children’s camp manager,  a circus performer, bowling alley manager, a stockbroker for Merrill Lynch, a semi-professional bodybuilder. It is that meritocracy, the democracy of it all that I like.

In this movie, full of Stars – who weren’t born Stars, who had to hustle to become Stars – playing hustlers, it comes full circle.  It is fun to watch.

Well, this is embarrassing continued

Yesterday – in a change of pace, for him – or maybe the day before, Obama granted clemency to 21 people. He issued commutations – which I think means he reduced their sentences – for eight of them and pardoned 13 more. It is a start.

Two or three days before, according to Wired,  U.S. District Judge Richard Leon in the District of Columbia declared that NSA’s wholesale collection of  data is illegal, saying, I cannot imagine a more ‘indiscriminate’ and ‘arbitrary invasion’ than this systemic and high-tech collection and retention of personal data on virtually every single citizen for purposes of querying and analyzing it without prior judicial approval…Surely, such a program infringes on ‘that degree of privacy’ that the Founders enshrined in the Fourth Amendment. Indeed, I have little doubt that the author of our Constitution, James Madison, who cautioned us to be aware ‘the abridgment of freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachments by those in power,’ would be aghast.

Maybe the pendulum is starting to swing back.  I can even imagine a country where Edward Snowden is given amnesty because of the public service he did for all of us.

 

Well, this is embarassing

Pussy Riot in jail

On February 21, 2012, as part of a protest movement against the re-election of Vladimir Putin, five women from a female singing/performance group known as Pussy Riot, walked up on to the altar of the Cathedral of Christ the Savior in Moscow. There they began to jump around, punching the air, and singing Holy Shit. On September 19th or 20th, about 30 members of Greenpeace tried to climb onto a Gazprom oil platform in the Arctic in  to protest. Both Pussy Riot and the Greenpeace group were arrested. Pussy Riot was tried and three of their members were jailed for seven years, the Greenpeace group is awaiting trial.

In 1997, Alice Johnson was convicted of drug conspiracy and money laundering along with 10 other people. The other 10 people turned state’s witness and got off.  She was a single mother who had never been charged with a crime before and was given a life sentence plus 25 years.

A black, first-time, nonviolent, drug offender, Michael Wilson, was sentenced to life without parole in 1994. Non violent. A life sentence for his first offence!

And the list goes on and on. The United States has the highest incarceration rate in the world. We have 716 prisoners per 100,000 people. Russia has 484 per 100,000. Cuba is a nasty police state that we don’t even want to talk to, they have 510 incarcerated people per 100,000.

A couple of days ago, the Russian Duma voted – 446-0 – hummm? I wonder if Putin is going to sign it – to pass an amnesty bill that will drop their rate. It mainly concerns first-time offenders, minors and women with small children like Alice  Johnson and Michael Wilson. It also freed the Greenpeace protesters and two of the Pussy Rioters.

Meanwhile, Obama has pardoned fewer people than any other president in modern history, according to ProPublica. He has pardoned less than two dozen people. The year before last, Obama’s only pardon was the Thanksgiving turkey (Although he did pardon President Bush the year before that). Reagan, the Law and Order Guy, pardoned 406 people including New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner for making illegal contributions to Nixon. Jimmy Carter pardoned 566 including some Vietnam war draft dodgers. Clinton pardoned 459 people including the only white defendant involved in the Michael Wilson case.

There are alot of things that Obama is doing that I find very troubling, our increasing use of drones, the high rate of whistle blower prosecution, and there are lots of things that I find admirable like talking to Iran, but Obama’s refusal to issue pardons is inexplicable and embarrassing.

 

 

I love these pictures

Jang Song-thaek

I want to start by saying that I apologize for the picture being so small, a picture this good should be larger – the size of the screen in the Apple Superbowl Ad – but, I guess, North Korean cameras max out at about two mega-pixels. This is a picture of a Jang Song-thaek being dragged to his death, so maybe saying I love this picture, is unseemly, still…I love the identically dressed guys receding all the way back to the horizon, I love the North Korean military hats and the generals with all the ribbons, I love that nobody seems to be moving a muscle. It is like a scene from 1984 or the Apple Ad.

And the picture so fits the crimes, among other things Mr. Jang, who is a despicable human scum Jang and who was worse than a dog, engaged in  acts such as dreaming different dreams and half-heartedly clapping. He also  perpetrated thrice-cursed acts of treachery in betrayal of such profound trust and warmest paternal love shown by the party and the leader for him. It does seem vaguely similar to three strikes and you’re out, only thrice-cursed acts of treachery and you are really out.