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  • F for Fake

    This is Orson Welles's masterpiece, a virtuoso performance of sound and video editing that co-opts the documentary but is not one. It is the rare postmodern text that's laugh out loud funny, steeped in the relativism of the post war period but not held hostage by it. He appears as himself, sheared of doubts and humanity, in full possession and knowledge of his genius, but he is not the subject (excuse my language) of the film. It's a "film about trickery, fraud and lies," and about two great exponents of those arts, Elmyr de Hory and Clifford Irving. The film is not much watched by people from any generation, met with cold critical reception on release, how can it be Welles's masterpiece? But it is, and is neglected due to its translation from the dross and palaver of our late capitalist society in which relativism extends mainly to the comparison of ledgers, a number of hard, unpleasant truths about meaning, about value, and about our modern oracles, the experts. Or as Welles says of art (or anything): "How is it valued? The value depends on opinion. Opinion depends on the expert. A faker like Elmyr makes fools of the experts, so who's the expert? Who's the faker?"

  • Ferret-Legging

    Ferret-Legging

    The ferret goes in your pants. Your pants are cinched to prevent its escape. Then you stand there while a scared rodent scratches, bites, and generally freaks the fuck out in the vicinity of your manly-bits. He who endures the longest wins. There you have the “sport” of ferret-legging, a Yorkshire coalminer practice now revived at the Richmond, VA Celtic Festival. While I cannot speak for the rest of the Plasma Pool team, I have not personally experienced the joy of ferret legging – nor do I have any desire to do so in the future. But what should be Liked about this particular Stuff is not corporeal, but rather its statement about the competitive nature of man such that he would trap a ferret in his pants for over five hours for no reward but the knowledge that he did what no other man could do. There exists in each of us a compulsion to strive for greatness, and in the course of this pursuit we are capable of unimaginable sacrifice in the name of achievement. Today humanity faces new and difficult challenges, but what drives these semi-sane “athletes” is the same that drives those in more noble fields to cure diseases, create art, and improve humanity in countless other ways. So, thank you ferret-leggers. Just keep that animal away from my junk.  -- Donny Bridges

  • Reactions to the OJ Simpson Verdict

    OJ Simpson Verdict

    Without getting into any kind of commentary about the trial itself or its place in pop culture memory, this video of the OJ Simpson verdict is stunning. Pay attention to 1:24, 2:10, 3:30, 3:59. The camera pans over a near-complete spectrum of emotions, almost oblivious to the murmur of the verdict while the faces hang on to every word. The calm voice at the end advises to "expect the worst." For me, the bizarre essence of the clip is that some idea of "justice" is located somewhere in the physical and conceptual space between the rows of silent faces and the implied source of the unseen voices. The mass of bodies tenses and contorts as an articulation of the disembodied speech of the justice system. I am reluctant to give a reading of all this beyond this cursory description, but one final thing to consider is that our detached gaze is nearly embedded in the perspective of the invisible jury, who sits at the center of the verdict.  -- Scott Coomes

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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