And by RIP, I mean rest in production, as Mr. Lynch said only not so many months ago that, despite his home-confining emphysema, he would never retire.
And by production, I don’t just mean making movies. For production to Mr. Lynch also meant making art, his initial creative endeavor begun as a wee lad, and making music, perhaps later in life his most personally rewarding endeavor as he was most adamant on the importance of the sound of his movies.
And if anyone were to be able to transcend the space/time limitations of our known reality to produce creatively in perpetuity, it would certainly be our beloved and beguiling Mr. Lynch, for his lynchian films subvert the real with artistic ease.
“The Spider and the Bee” is one of my favorite productions of Lynch’s that highlights his keen awareness of environment and his acute creative talents in such a hauntingly artistic manner…
In other words, when making an adaption of the Dune novel, take away all that makes it extraordinarily epic, such as its brutal take on toxic capitalism and its detrimental effect on cultures and climates, not to mention its more nuanced take on the dangers of cult of personalities slash hero worship, among other critical subplots, and you end up mostly with a Diet Dune a la a George Lucas Star Wars Trilogy.
for educational purposes only😉
Now, I’m not saying that Lucas’ Star Wars isn’t wasn’t epic, because it certainly was to this former 1977 twelve-year-old, but what I am saying is that I have to agree with what Denis Villeneuve said during a recent interview in Madrid while out on global tour pimping Dune II out to international Academy Award voters in hopes of snagging an Oscar nomination from them.
Q. There was a generation that grew up with Star Wars as something more than a simple cultural reference, and to this another followed perhaps that did the same with The Lord of the Rings. Will Dune be able to do the same?
A. It would be very pretentious of me to try to compare myself to those two cultural icons. The potential lies in the novel itself. It is a mythological story that has been extended over countless novels. In fact, I would dare to say that Star Wars is nothing more than an interesting adaptation of Dune. I think George Lucas should admit it. (My emphasis)
A lot of folks felt slash feel that way, especially Dune’s author Frank Herbert, as thoroughly discussed in and evidenced by Polygon’s in-depth article.
To fans of Dune, especially of Dune the novel, this debate is nothing new, obviously since Herbert led the charge upon the release of Star Wars.
But for those of you new to the debate, I could list here all the ways that Star Wars is, if not Dune-adapted, then at the least Dune-inspired, such as the easy ones like The Force, Luke, use The Force versus the Voice of the Ben Gesserit, or the similarities between Princess Leia and Princess Alia, but there are many, many nerdy articles out there that can identify them better than me. And the Nerdist has one of them.
Before we just dismiss this so-called debate as nothing more than a nerdy scifi Inside Baseball spat, we need to consider the legacies. George Lucas is a gazillionaire with a name that even non-scifi nerds all throughout the globe probably already know, or at least are familiar with.
I feel comfortable guessing that on the same global scale of non-scifi nerds the name Frank Herbert barely even registers, and that Herbert’s estate is nowhere close to being worth the gazillions that Lucas is.
Anyway… as an aside, Villeneuve’s Dune I was epic, not as epic as the first Star Wars obviously because that set the precedent for epic scifi films, but epic in a fresh and creative way nonetheless.
His Dune II, however, is highly forgetable to me. Literally, it was so boring I snoozed through most of it so I don’t really have a clue what it was about or how it compares to the novel. I guess I need to screen it again to see if it has the same lullaby effect as the first viewing.
I guess we’ll have to wait and see if Villeneuve was on his hustle enough to get the votes for an Oscar nomination for it. If not, then my initial take is probably right and it would be a waste of time to watch it again.
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An aging white male forsakes humanity, changes his name to Sorrow, and begins identifying as an it, just as its white son learns his Black girlfriend is pregnant, and you begin a murderous rampage targeting interracial couples just like them...
And by fascist, I’m sure you know to whom I am referring it shall be dropped upon.
Yeah, Trump, of course.
Now, if you think like I do – and heaven help you if you do – but if you think like me then you probably have been regarding Trump as a fascist for a long, long time.
At least to me 2015 seems like a long, long time ago.
But according to the political scientist who wrote this Atlantic article, regarding Trump as a fascist for so long has been far too premature.
His thesis being, words matter and by its literal definition, Trump has not in the past qualified as a true fascist.
He offers several reasons why, some of them being that he is basically too dumb and irrational and immature to be one.
He didn’t mention anything about his hands being too small but you can kind of find it in there if you read between the lines.
Maybe not.
Real fascists, according to the author, are very serious thinkers and politically astute.
So yeah, by his standards the less than astute Trump does not meet them.
At least, perhaps, until recently when, during a speech honoring our country’s veterans no less, he began referring to just about everyone who oppose him as “vermin.”
Which makes for a rather hefty list…
We will drive out the globalists, we will cast out the communists, Marxists, fascists. We will throw off the sick political class that hates our country … On Veterans Day, we pledge to you that we will root out the communists, Marxists, fascists and the radical left thugs that live like vermin within the confines of our country, that lie and steal and cheat on elections and will do anything possible … legally or illegally to destroy America and to destroy the American dream.
Here’s the too-dumb-to-be-a-legitimate-fascist-but-still-dangerous-nonetheless’ full speech for context. If you can stomach it..
And as Mussolini’s ghost was recently quoted as saying:
Trump, I attempted to take over the world with Adolf Hitler. I knew Adolf Hitler. Adolf Hitler was a friend of mine. Trump, you idiot, you are no Adolf Hitler!
Perhaps that quote was taken a bit out of context, but fortunately for us and the rest of the free world, most of Trump’s cultist tools are even more intellectually challenged than their tool of a cult leader so they won’t know the difference…
Not sure if that makes them any less dangerous, but they sure are fun to laugh at.
I became a widow at age 57, after 38 years of marriage to my husband, a good man I loved dearly and miss every day. He was a hard worker, employed in the logging industry for over 20 years until he was in an accident on the job. He was prescribed OxyContin, which at the time was being touted as a miracle drug with a low risk of dependency.
My husband was so functional and so discreet that I didn’t know for years he had moved on to heroin.
I used to smoke cigarettes and drink a lot of alcohol when I was younger. Had to maintain that infamous drunken sailor image that the navy worked so long and hard to develop.
I quit smoking in 1990. I still miss cigarettes.
I quit drinking in 2009. The day I learned I had leukemia.
And after I developed severe graft versus host disease in my lungs and eyes as a side effect from my bone marrow transplant, I was placed on a high dosage of prednisone for many years. When it was finally decided it was safe to take me off the steroid immunosuppressant, it took over six months to wean me from it, such is the power of its addiction and the danger of its withdrawal.
So, unfortunately, I have some idea the overwhelming helplessness one feels when addicted to a life consuming habit that cannot be denied…
When it comes to pain killers, I also have quite the history with them. Fortunately, I am allergic to them. They make me itch madly.
I learned about the allergy after I had shoulder surgery at Portsmouth Naval Hospital a long time ago.
After the surgery I was placed in an open bay ward – there must have been maybe 30 post-op sailors in there with me. I was hooked up to a morphine drip and given a button I could press to activate it.
It wasn’t until much later when a nurse saw me pressing the button like crazy that I learned that the drip was on a five-minute timer.
I scratched and scratched for two days straight because of the opium.
I scratched so much, I had everyone in the ward unconsciously scratching themselves at phantom itches along with me. They begged the nurses to get me out of the ward.
So much for the good stuff.
But what I hate most about pain killers is the constipation… sadly we learned after Matthew Perry’s death that his addiction was so bad that at one point his colon erupted.
Yeah…
But, occasionally, I was still placed on pain killers for various cancer treatment reasons until finally I put it in my health record that I wanted nothing stronger than non-opioid pain killers.
Apparently per my request, after my bone marrow transplant in 2010 I was given a synthetic opioid pain killer I had never heard of before.
It was called fentanyl.
I don’t remember giving my consent to being given the drug. I’m not saying I didn’t give it, just if I did, I don’t remember. I don’t remember much post-transplant.
This drug was so strong, I essentially was in a medically induced coma for three days before my wife, afraid I was dying, finally went ballistic and forced them to take me off the drug.
The irony is, even in my zombie state, the drug made me itch so badly my under garments were torn and bloody from scratching so much. All without anyone realizing it until after I finally came to.
I did a lot of research on the drug for my novel The Good Kill.
It was gut wrenching.
I’m sure you’ve seen the headlines about children dying just for accidentally touching the residue of their addicted parents’ stash.
Some seriously deadly bad juju fentanyl is.
My heart breaks thinking about all the damage it and other addictive pain killers have done and are doing to so many addicts throughout my addicted country.
Yeah…
Xi Jinping is in town.
It is expected that Biden will confront him about China’s culpability in the illegal fentanyl production and trade.
I hope so.
If you have any doubt that it is China’s unwritten policy to get and keep our country addicted to the drug, you need to read this Propublica article.
It’s unbelievable.
It reads like an implausible movie treatment for an outlandish Hollywood action spy thriller…
An unprecedented number of undocumented Indian immigrants are crossing U.S. borders on foot, according to new data from U.S. Customs and Border Protection. What has been a years-long increase in migration has now developed into a dramatic spike.
From October 2022 to this September, the 2023 fiscal year, there were 96,917 Indians encountered — apprehended, expelled or denied entry — having entered the U.S. without papers. It marks a fivefold increase from the same period from 2019 to 2020, when there were just 19,883.
Maybe it’s my First World (Are we still allowed to show regard for numbered worlds? Correct me if I’m wrong, but First World used to identify the United States and countries aligned with it, Second World identified the Soviet Union and countries aligned with it, and Third World identified countries not aligned with either the United States and the USSR. Of course, with the demise of the USSR, there was a Second World no more, and with ideological alignment no longer a factor as it once was, the Third World came to be a term that referred to non-industrialized, poverty-stricken countries; consequently, First World came to refer to the opposite. So… I guess writing it out like that has helped me to answer my own question: In this stressful day and age where sensibilities are quite frayed and sensitive, I would have to say the answer is… I guess the answer depends on the audience. I guess some would say hell no numbered worlds can no longer be regarded, you unwoke ogre! And I guess others would say hell yes they can, you fragile little snowflake! Anyway… call me what you will, be it an unwoke ogre or a fragile snowflake, just don’t call me late to dinner.) privilege, or just plain ignorance of the global plight of others (I haven’t been to a so-called Third World country since the Nineties), but it amazes me that so many people from around the world are still risking their lives to immigrate to these less than United States…
With all its division and dysfunction…
With all its mass killings and all the other forms of unimaginable violence that one could imagine…
With all its rascist, homophobic, anti-intellect trumper cultists frothing at the mouth to turn it into their narcissistic megolomaniacal cult leader’s autocratic utopia of hateful sweeping raids, giant camps and mass deportations.
I mean, how bad must it be in a country for someone to risk their and their family’s lives to emigrate from it by any means necessary to live in another country where more and more each day everyone’s life who lives here, be they here naturally born, naturalized, documented, undocumented, is at risk just by living here.
It seems no where is safe from the hate and violence.
Sheesh, just look at today’s news with the threat of violence in the Senate and an actual physical altercation in the House…
I mean, W.T.F., over.
I use to be proud of how many all over the globe wanted to come to this country to pursue the American Dream…
Americans by choice, not by chance…
Now I’m only saddened by it.
THE NEW COLOSSUS
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
- Emma Lazarus
You may not appreciate Ms. Ono’s avant-garde melodies and artwork as much as her many devoted fans around the globe do, but you must surely appreciate her lifelong boundless spirit and passionate love of humanity, so, please wish her well and take a moment of reflection or say a prayer for peace in her honor.
