02 April 2025
I Miss The '60s
01 April 2025
No Answer
The believer will try to answer. In fact, the believer often truly believes he has the answer. But his answer is just one of man's homilies, usually one of the following three:
1. God allows evil to display the need for and glory of His redemptive work, His mercy, grace, patience, etc.
2. Free will. God allows people to make their own choices, and most of them are bad, leading to the degenerate state of the world.
3. God allows evil because, although we cannot see how from the midst of it, it is part of a greater plan that works for a greater good.
None of these answers, or any of the lesser known answers, would satisfy the child, or the family of the child pictured above. Currently we are witnessing the Israelis inflicting incredible cruelty upon the Palestinians. This is not a historical anomaly. The Jews themselves suffered incredible horror during WW II, and, in fact, human history is littered with such suffering, both on the collective and the individual level.
Even those who seem strong in their belief in a Higher Power can abandon that faith when tragedy afflicts them.
Only one answer is somewhat satisfying to the human mind, the mind that assumes fairness and justice are obligations of existence. Only the hope of Universal Salvation can ease the sting (and it doesn't completely ease the sting) of evil. The belief every human being, at *the end of time* will be resurrected to eternal glory, an eternity free of tears and pain, which then offers at least a joyous future as compensation for the present misery. But Universal Salvation is a tiny minority belief in the religious and scientific faiths, and is rarely discussed or debated.
If there is no Higher Power, no responsible Creator, then the world's pain and suffering is simply a byproduct of the accident of life. Life mutated into horror.
But for the person of religious or scientific faith in a Higher Power, is there really nothing better to be offered as a consolation for the suffering? Is there really nothing more we can say than trust God's plan, His ways are not our ways, and in the end glory awaits (at least, glory awaits for some)?
Is there anything else we can offer the injured, dying child, and his family?
No.
Hindus believe in karma, but that gives little solace in the here and now of misery, and besides, if we honestly assess human history, we see an overwhelming unbalance in the favor of bad karma.
The infidel shouldn't be troubled or surprised by the agony of life. The unbeliever is convinced life is the result of a random act of violence so terrifyingly powerful it continues without end, and all the accidental life forms that it tore from the void suffer and die for whatever life form exists in the present, and they too will suffer and die and be the genesis of the universe's next miserable creatures.
Personally, I find solace in the life of Christ. Jesus was despised and rejected, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, so much so He seemed stricken and smitten of God, He was tortured and murdered.
So when I look at the broken body of the Palestinian child, the victim of Israel, I hear the words of Jesus:
The servant is not greater than his Lord. If they have persecuted Me, they will also persecute you.
I can only pray all the miserable people of the world are called to serve the Lord.
31 March 2025
The Fugitive
The plot was loosely borrowed from Victor Hugo’s classic 19th century French novel Les Misérables, with the Kimble character being the counterpart of Hugo’s fugitive Jean Valjean, and Lieutenant Gerard based on Hugo’s Frech police inspector Javert.
The Fugitive was both a critical and commercial success, winning four Primetime Emmy Awards and becoming one of the most popular television shows of the 1960s. It was a groundbreaking show that helped to shape the television landscape. It was one of the first shows to deal with serious issues in a realistic way, and it helped to raise awareness of important social issues, such as race relations, domestic violence, poverty, addiction, mental health, even the plight of migrant workers.
What made The Fugitive so great, though, was the lead actor David Janssen. Yes the scripts were generally above average, and they dealt with some interesting issues, but it was David Janssen‘s portrayal of Dr. Ruchard Kimble that really drew the viewer in. Jansen gave a fantastic performance as the fugitive. He brought a great deal of depth and nuance to the role, and he made Kimble a sympathetic and relatable character. Here was a character who lived the fine life, a rich, successful doctor who had come to take the blessings in his life, including his wife, for granted. But In a twist of fate worthy of Greek tragedy he is brought low, and must experience life again at its most humble, running from town to town, living in constant fear of being discovered, working menial jobs, associating with classes of people he had long since been isolated from. And, as his greatest curse, he becomes a man who must live completely alone in the world.
30 March 2025
All I Need Is Love
Kinski also frankly discusses his drug use. He admits to using a variety of drugs, including cocaine, heroin, and LSD. He also writes about his experiences with mental illness, including depression and schizophrenia.
Also memorable is Kinski's unflattering assessment of the film industry, and, of course, his most famous director, Werner Herzog. There are numerous epic rants deriding the stupidity and artlessness of Herzog. Herzog dismisses much of Kinski's criticism of him as pure fabrication meant only to create a sensational best-seller. Herzog's protests have led to much critical scrutiny of All I Need Is Love. Most critics side with Herzog, and accuse Kinski of exaggerating or fabricating many of the events of his life detailed in the book.
I choose to take Kinski at his word, but does it really matter whether or not All I Need Is Love is an honest account of Kinski's life? I am reminded of Antonin Artaud’s answer when some dull literary critic dared to ask him if his biography of Heliogabalus was *true.* Artaud answered “what does it matter? I have created something beautiful.” And that’s what we can say about Klaus KInski’s All I Need Is Love.
29 March 2025
The Devils
Ken Russell’s shrieking, unhinged historical drama, based on Aldous Huxley's The Devils of Loudun, is a wild mix of torture horror, sexual perversion, and religious and political malfeasance. Set in 17th-century France, it's a nightmarish telling of the true story of Urbain Grandier, a priest accused of witchcraft by a group of nuns in the town of Loudun. With its unforgettable visual style, untethered depictions of religious hypocrisy, political corruption, and ax-blunt commentary on power and repression, The Devils challenges its audience in ways few films ever have.
Oliver Reed, an under-rated, nearly forgotten limey actor, not as great as Richard Burton, but certainly better than or equal to Olivier, Caine, Finney, O'Toole, et al. delivers a masterpiece preening performance as the vain, arrogant, horny Father Grandier, a charismatic priest who tries to save his city's independence from the growing central authority of France's King Louis XIII, who appears just as stupid, bored, cruel, and a little bit more trans than our Donald Trump. Louis, who is more devoted to *sport* (a decidedly peculiar form of hunting) than actually ruling (think Trump and golf), leaves the details of the land grab (think Trump and Greenland) to Cardinal Richelieu.
Ken Russell’s Grand Guignol direction (no idea is too far-fetched to indulge), combined with the still-mesmerizing über-Baroque and brutalist set designs of Derek Jarman, create an unsettling atmosphere that underscores the film’s themes of oppression and moral decay. The film’s surreal imagery, chaotic violent crowd scenes, and grotesque depictions of religious fervor, heightens the sense of hysteria and corruption within Loudun.
But beyond all its provocative imagery, its hellish mix of lust, perversion and torture, The Devils, at its heart, is a searing critique of institutional power that resonates across the decades to our MAGA Age. It exposes the ways in which political and religious authorities manipulate public perception for their own ends. Richelieu and his enforcer, Father Barre, use the accusations against Grandier to justify the destruction of Loudun’s fortifications, consolidating their control over France, just as in our MAGA Age Trump and evangelical heretics use accusations against colored immigrants to justify their border walls, or accusations against the colored poor to justify land/material exploitation around the globe.
Most of today's somnolent audience will have little understanding of The Devils political allegory, but The Devils will certainly still shock-and-awe even the most hardened purveyor of perversion with its depictions of sexual hysteria and torture.
28 March 2025
Marthe: The Story Of A Whore
A rusty door streaked blood-red and ochre yellow, a long dark corridor the walls of which oozed black drops like coffee, and a sinister staircase that creaked at every footstep and was impregnated with the foul stench of drains and the smell of the lavatories whose doors swung open in the slightest breeze.
Also present is Huysmans’ remarkably blunt and still 149 years after its publication avant-garde assessment of the essential hopelessness of cohabitation:
He also had to put up with the smell of her cooking, the heavy odour of wine in the sauces, sickening stench of onions fried in a pan, and look at bread crumbs all over the rugs and bits of cotton thread all over the furniture; the sitting room had been overturned from top to bottom. On cleaning days it was even worse. The ironing board had to be balanced across his desk and another table, and the washing had to be dried on a clothes-horse in the hall. The puddles of water on the parquet, the stale smell of lye, and the streaming laundry that left damp-stains on his brasswork and tarnished his mirrors, reduced him to despair.
Page after page of both of the lovers’ resentments, which, stewing in poverty, turn the wine of love sour. As an indictment of carnality, Marthe makes Huysmans later turn to catholicism/spiritualism seem inevitable. Despite its flawed presentation of the anatomy of a prostitute, of which there is no need to detail, the book predicts Huysmans’ eclipse of other *naturalists* because his chief concern is the individual, and not the collective. He understood ruin is personal, not political:
The daylight which filtered its gold-dust through the curtains showed him a face bruised by the depredations of the night, and a posture that revealed a whore who had been dragged through every gutter in the city.