Yesterday’s movie: The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Extended Edition

What a great way to spend a Saturday! The extra scenes were like gems except for Faramir’s flashback to the day his father sent Boromir off to Elrond’s council. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Extended Edition was a bargain at $9.50 compared to so many other films that come out these days. Peter Jackson just has the magic touch and might even convince me to see King Kong.

Can I wait for Thursday when we see Return of the King? Barely! I have a feeling it’ll put the battle scenes from Gladiator and Braveheart to shame.

Absolutely recommended

Go girl!

I like this: Lauren Hill was at the Vatican to tape a Christmas concert for broadcast and instead of being a good girl she ripped the audience of Cardinals and Bishops a new one over their hypocrisy and corruption.

Shoutout to Ian

I’ve been using Ian Mead’s UltaEdit text editor for several years now to take care of the various websites and other text files around here. But special thanks to Ian and his associate Troy for their help over the last few days, including late night and Saturday communications, trying and finally succeeding in solving a perplexing problem that popped out of nowhere. Very cool considering I’ve given them only about $30 in license fees over the years!

A bunch of nasty little boys

Even the FCC has taken notice of the South Park Shit episode, in which the bad boys of animation go postal on the commission’s decision over when curse words are acceptable on TV, but this is only brought to light when rich ditz Nicole Richie lets her potty mouth flow on the recent Billboard Music Awards broadcast. “Have you ever tried to get cow [expletive] out of a Prada purse?” Richie said. “It’s not so [expletive] simple.” But apparently Fox wasn’t fast (or concerned) enough to bleep out all the expletives when it was shown live to the East Coast audience. I have to admit to a certain level of distate for such language on television even though I’m quick enough to use the same vocabulary in conversation.

Sugarplums dancing in their heads

Twisting turning turvsy slipping

Action heroes carry tiny babies

Black curly hair flops over an arm

Wonderful tears dripping down her

Cheek while both mothers argue over

Who will cook the corn and coo at the child

Though mortars explode about 25 feet away.

On the other side of the screen naked

Tree branches sway back from the explosive

Force and a dozen black birds jump into the sky,

Startled by the off-center noise. The babies raised

Their heads up as one and gave the crows an evil eye.

No one says a word as a skinny woman with a

Black rifle creeps into the scene, pulling her arm

Then her a leg, the other arm, then the mothers

Gasped as they realized the gun was melted

On the arm and not held in it, slathered in thick

Red blood. No number of kisses under the mistletoe

Will erase the vision of that particular sugarplum.

“Fly me to the moon

Let me sing among those stars

Let me see what Spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars”

Don’t twist don’t shout don’t turn away

Keep your head inside a camo-covered

Helmet and listen for more than Dragonflies

If you want to cash your next paycheck at home

More than you want to see the tears stream down

Your wife’s cheeks, looking on from above. How many

kisses will it take to erase that sugarplum vision?

Watch where the deeper curves want to

Take the free radicals after listening to a holiday

Guest pass out spiritual gifts. The headaches will

Start when the whistle blows, when the babies scream

No matter what the soldiers do and even though

Resistance tends to bar amazement, even tears cannot

Tear apart the soft electric underbelly that seethes

Under the stag staged confetti grace.

Today’s movie: Captain Newman, M.D.

One of the later World War II movies, I suppose, Captain Newman, M.D. was made in 1963 and reflects then-current sensibilities. Gregory Peck (who died earlier this year) plays a psychiatrist towards the end of the war, running a mental ward on an Arizona Air Corps hospital base where soldiers are shipped for up to six weeks of diagnosis and treatment before being sent back to action, discharged or sent for longer term care. His base commander, played by Barney Miller’s James Gregory, barely acknowledges the head shrinker as a fellow physician and his finagler/orderly Tony Curtis believes he can pick up the necessary skills by reading Freud and a few other books.

This film, essentially a series of sketches, sadly marked the beginning of the end for Peck as an actor, or so it seems to me from a perusal of his IMDB page. He was coming off a string of great movies–he won the Oscar for Best Actor for his Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird, the film he made just prior to Newman–but afterwards came mosty dreck. And Peck did no one any favors this outing by playing the M.D. with his laconic, nearly invisible emotional style.

Most of the roles are fairly cardboard, the writers seemingly attempting to show that war has more horrors than just death and splintered limbs by putting a variety of neuroses on display; when that wasn’t enough to fill their film budget, a squad of Italian POWs were tossed in for a bit more comic relief. Eddie Albert is a respected mission planner who can’t accept that he’s sent many young men off to their deaths. Robert Duvall is a WASPy husband ashamed into muteness by his fear. Angie Dickinson is the (gorgeous) young nurse who’s behind the great doctor, in contrast to Jane Withers (just saw her on an episode of M*A*S*H too) portraying the ‘plain’, put-upon nurse. We even get Larry Storch, Dick Sargent and Bobby Darin in supporting roles; Darin shows he could really act, or at least as much as anyone in this melodrama, getting nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor.

Not recommended

So now corporations will be the death of us yet

“Corporations are not people; there is no moral imperative, virtually no social constraints on these ‘virtual people.’ Corporations are corporations … bureaucracies to create profit, plain and simple.” So sayeth Garret Vreeland.

So now we repeat my rant that when the Supreme Court ruled back in the end of the 19th Century that corporations were the legal equivalent of people, they made perhaps the single biggest mistake in their entire corpus. And that includes such whoppers as Dread Scott before the Civil War and the ‘separate but equal’ ruling a few years after this one.

So now we see behavior such as that of Darl McBride and the SCO Gang, with their latest idiocy (because you know they’ll find a way to top themselves by next week at the most) reported by Dan Gillmor, where executives can take nearly any action they like but can hide from the consequences behind the corporate veil and a big directors and officers liability insurance policy.

So now we read many stories in the media about, for instance, the many Wall Street scandals and that the firms involved have paid big fines–huge even–but do the executives involved go to jail? Other than a troubled prosecution in Oklahoma will Ken Lay, clearly responsible for hurting thousands of people and destroying and stealing billions of dollars in the Enron disaster, even be charged with a crime much less sentenced to prison time? And yet less privileged people, convicted of stealing items of much less value, a car for instance, are sent to prison for several years. Which is not to say that these lesser thieves don’t deserve jail time, not hardly.

So now we smell with our own noses the pollution that is spewed by power plants all over the country, generators that we thought were dealt with in Clean Air legislation. But, putting corporate profit above personal good–after all, the executives breath the same air we all do–energy companies lobbied and donated their way to postponement and reduction and finally, in essence, repeal of these rules. Emerging economies, these executives and their mouthpieces shout, don’t have such cumbersome and costly restraints, so why should we?

So now we learn that agricultural and pharmaceutical companies, sometimes using their hired hands in academia, want to grow bioengineered crops in the open air. Bioengineered to produce powerful drugs more easily and more cheaply than current lab chemistry-based processes and, for food plants, to resist pests without pesticides and survive colder temperatures. With minimal protection from an open space ‘moat’, there is little chance that these inventions will not commingle with natural crops and windup somewhere in the human food chain.

So now we understand that people, generally good and intelligent, can be blinded far too easily by power and profit. Most of these men and women graduated from good schools and give generously to charity and community. They can, however, hide their eyes from the truth because executive authority is divorced from personal responsibility for corporate actions. All because of a 120 year old court decision. A precedent that ought to be–no, must be changed.