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  • The Vice Guide to North Korea

    North Korea

    This brilliant and disturbing documentary takes you deep into the shallows of Kim Jong Il’s hermit kingdom. Somehow, Vice Magazine’s Shane Smith (founder of VBS, Vice’s video division and star of their Guide to Travel series) and a clandestine-camera-wielding companion secure passage into North Korea from China -- pretending to be tourists, of course, because journalists go to jail. For an hour Smith explores the thin, saccharine veneer of majesty and might that the dictatorship uses to obscure the truth about the desperately impoverished and broken country. He mingles with eerily upbeat hosts, waitresses and tour guides, all hand-picked to chaperone him 24/7 during his stay (the pretense of which is to view and report on the Arirang Mass Games, a spectacular orgy of propaganda and gymnastics too baffling for words). Complete with a heartbreakingly awkward karaoke rendition of the Sex Pistol’s "Anarchy in the U.K.," this documentary is a must-see: a visceral primer for anyone interested in understanding the uniquely other-worldly yet backwards North Korea.  -- Adam Schaefer

  • The Art of Marco Fusinato

    Marco Fusinato

    Music, math, the interactive: these are three things that I really like, and Marco Fusinato's art includes them all. Mass Black Implosion is probably my favorite of his projects -- it reimagines musical scores, sometimes by overlaying them with scribbles of varying thickness (maps to some imagined territory), in architecturally-precise lines (an explosion into three dimensions), or as some kind of gloriously strange infographic for the world to come. Aetheric Plexus, in sharp contrast, turns audiovisual detail into interactive assault. It's difficult to get a sense of the scope of some of these works, but it's evident that Fusinato's gallery showings include a vast collaborative and musical component -- I'd love a chance to see some of this stuff live -- and I'm quite taken with his curatorial series You Don't Have to Call it Music, which tasks visual artists to create music.  -- Lauren Caldwell

  • Dianne Wiest's Old Face

    Dr. Gina Toll

    Dianne Wiest first struck me as the standout of Hannah and Her Sisters; then as the Law & Order DA who tells Sam Waterston what to do and how to think. She aged between these roles and now is even older, the offbeat beauty of her youth having morphed into a mature visage of both astonishing expressiveness and grandmotherly inscrutability — a crucial element of her facile and felicitous performance as psychotherapist Gina Toll on HBO's In Treatment. Psychotherapy is a delicate, hyper-pressurized encounter in which change rests on an enduringly empathetic therapist (who is also capable of being perceived as such) imbuing contingent actions and words with novel meanings and potentialities. Gina's patient Paul, a former protégé who returns for guidance after a decade of estrangement that began when Gina denied him a promotion, is ever probing Gina's face for nefariousness. A sleepy spider lying in wait, is what Paul calls her: What secret motives lie covertly in the fragile folds of her jowls, in the puffy bags beneath her eyes, etched on her weblike cheeks? Her enigmatic expressions initially offend Paul, whose history with Gina predisposes him to read any ambiguity in her mien as perfunctorily negative. Not sharing this pervading bias, we enjoy the virtuosic, Emmy-winning face of this gorgeous old lady whose allure and gravitas make me want to ask her to run for president.  -- Kevin Hilke

From the Vault

Things that died in 2008.

Our president pledged as primary candidate to staunchly defend individual civil liberties and curb the domestic intelligence abuses of the Bush Administration. As the Democratic candidate, he hedged. As president-elect, he made stunning about-faces, notably on immunity for telecommunications companies who cooperated with Bush's illegal requests. Now, as president, he's continued as many of Bush's abuses as he's curtailed. Also, there was a time when John McCain wasn't an unprincipled, dishonorable bigot. He was quite the man, when he was a man. Then came a succubus to hasten his by then inevitable decline.

When McCain Was McCain

Darren Franich

Whose reputation was left most tarnished by this campaign? Rudy Giuliani, who went from “America’s Mayor” to “America’s Least Favorite 9/11-humping GOP candidate?”1 Reverend Jeremiah Wright, head of a magnificently large congregation, who was unfairly lambasted in the media for a few scant seconds of video footage, and was then fairly lambasted in the media for a horrific, implosive, supernova-like speech at the National Press Club? Bill Clinton, who used to represent the long-lost promise of the pre-Bush era? His performance these past few months—the “fairy tale” comment, linking Obama’s primary win to Jesse Jackson, his endlessly inaccurate retelling of Hillary’s retelling of the sniper myth—was an end-of-innocence eye-opener, on par with seeing your parents have sex or watching Aeris die, for kids of my generation who spent years of this decade huddling for warmth missing the ’90s. It’s not just that it was all horribly mean-spirited; it was so obviously mean-spirited, as if Slick Willie had run out of lubrication after years in the doghouse. Where was the grinning wonder who could debate the definition of “is” with a smiling face?Enter John McCain. When he started winning his party’s primary, McCain stopped being McCain and became something else. Maybe he’s just getting older. Maybe the thrill of the fight—being the underdog, racing against his own party—kept him young, so the second that he became the anointed one, all the energy just sapped out. (Something similar happened to McCain’s fellow right-wing hero, Jack Bauer, who spent about four seasons chasing viewers, one season wowing them, and then one season chasing them away.) Or maybe he’s just always been a bigtime douchebag, and it’s only now, when there’s no one worse around to absorb media attention, that it’s all coming out.

McCain and vice-presidential nominee Sarah Palin in O'Fallon, Missouri (stltoday.com)

McCain and vice-presidential nominee Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska in O'Fallon, Missouri (stltoday.com)

I don’t think so. I can remember in 2004, an ugly time in history, reading about McCain and the gay marriage ban. He didn’t just say it was wrong; he said it was “antithetical in every way to the core philosophy of Republicans.” In a world in which the president was talking about defending the institution of marriage from activist judges—which is kind of like defending the institution of spelunking from firefly ninjas; or defending the institution of friendship from Hitler—this was like the voice of a loving relative talking you out of a coma nightmare, reminding you that there was a real world where Republicans stood for things and Democrats stood for things and they could argue about those things until the end of time, but that all of those things had a basic ring of truth. McCain wasn’t the Republican who Democrats could love; he was the Politician who Sane People could love, cutting through the endless bounds of bullshit and trying to just, well, talk to people. That was straight talk, and no bullshit. Now, he’s all bullshit, all the time. Arthur C. Clarke’s 2010 is a more likely vision of the future than John McCain’s 2013.

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1. Adapted from an article of mid-May 2008.

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