So? How was the game?
It would be easy to say that I didn’t watch the Super Duper Bowl XXVVIIILMNOPII this evening because I didn’t have a horse in the race when the real reason is that I really don’t care much for football which makes me a de facto communist or an America-hater or something else which should preclude me from voting.
Instead the tbogg family headed off to our local Landmark theater (showing Hotel Rwanda, Sideways, The Merchant of Venice, and the following) to see Million Dollar Baby which is apparently the latest scourge of the rightwing Culture Invertebrates (that would be the heavily drugged-up and recently divorced AGAIN! Rush Limbaugh and the should-be-heavily-drugged-up then stuffed in a burlap sack and beaten-with-Louisville-Sluggers, Michael Medved). Which leads us to Wolcott on Medved the Worm:
Right Turns is yet another one of those memoirs about how the author started out as an idealistic liberal only to become disillusioned and realize the real money was to be made as a conservative shill wearing his apostate’s sincerity as a merit badge. It’s a warmer, fuzzy-wuzzier account of the same ideological odyssey documented by David Horowitz in I Taught the Black Panthers the Funky Chicken and Roger L. Simon in his forthcoming Damn, I Wish My Memoir Had Come out before Medved’s: Maybe I Can Hit Him up for a Blurb. The grandaddy of the genre is Norman Podhoretz, whose searing anecdotes recounting the snubs he’s received at cocktail parties after swerving right are now old enough to have their own AARP cards.
Since Harry Stein is listed as a contributing editor at the conservative City Journal, he may have taken the same worn path to middle-aged wisdom.
In the last graf, Stein writes, “Even many of his readers who hold very different political and social views will concede, grudgingly, the quality of Medved’s intellect.”
Like fuck we will.
Medved is the go-to critic for those who find Us magazine too postmodern and arcane. And the fact that he, as a putative “film critic”, would spoil the ending of Million Dollar Baby for others because it offends his stunted worldview is reason enough to ban him from critics previews (if we’re feeling civil) or just kick him in the balls if he gets within one hundred yards of a screen (which sounds like more fun for the whole family).
Having said all of that, and taking into account Million Dollar Baby, Unforgiven, Mystic River, Midnight in The Garden of Good and Evil, A Perfect World (I liked it. So sue me.), and even The Bridges of Madison County which was better than it had any right to be, Clint Eastwood has become one of America’s best storytellers, and I’ll take that in a director any day of the week.
As for Hillary Swank, she has given two performances in five years that most actresses spend an entire career dreaming of. Who woulda thunk it?