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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.

Hobbled Wagon Train to the Stars

Darren Franich

cowritten with Kevin Hilke

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Star Trek: Voyager, the fourth of five series in the Star Trek franchise to date, is, according to Matthew Yglesias, the worst:

Voyager just gives me nothing. I appreciate the desire to set a show far, far away from the rest of the action in order to avoid being weighed down by too much existing canon, but an inability to rely on basic familiar pillars (Klingons, Romulans, the occasional emergency sub-space transmission from admiral so-and-so) winds up doing a lot of reinventing the wheel.

Star Trek's Kirk, Spock, and McCoy

Star Trek's Kirk, Spock, and McCoy

The wheel, that is, as built by Gene Roddenberry’s original Star Trek and its pre-Voyager descendants, The Next Generation (TNG) and Deep Space Nine (DS9). Yet we have ample grounds to consider whether the first Star Trek, rather than any of its derivatives, is actually the worst.

Yes, there are incredible episodes; yes, the series and its popcultural ephemera are iconic; yes, it was and still is influential in contemporary technology, medicine, design, even in civil rights; yes, the series is pervaded by Roddenberry’s lofty, radical progressivism. He wanted, explicitly, to “change the face of America.” The program was, according to StarTrek.com (the franchise’s official internet home), “really a vehicle for Roddenberry to comment on contemporary issues under the guise of science fiction. He could never speak directly about politics, sex, race relations, and the futility of war on television during the 1960s.” The vision of the world Roddenberry wanted to depict and effect, one in which “human beings have set aside their differences, eliminated disease and poverty, and have dedicated themselves to self-improvement rather than the accumulation of material wealth,” wasn’t shared by network executives, so, in the words of his recently deceased widow, Majel Barrett Roddenberry,

Gene was able to take these subjects and change them up; he gave them monsters, put people in funny clothes, and painted them funny colors, and he got away with everything. Frankly, the censors didn’t understand it, so they let it go.

The original series is a reliable if eccentric workhorse of cultural critique. But it’s also filled with incredible awkwardness: the redshirt phenomenon; the repetitive “The shields are failing!” battle scenes; Shatner’s incessant prettyboy preening; the indiscriminate one-dimensionality of everyone who isn’t Kirk, Spock, or McCoy. One could argue that such unrealistic silliness is just a result of the primitive nature of science-fiction in general and television in particular in the sixties. But most of these awkward characteristics, though looked back on with nostalgia, are forgivable to the extent that they showed future science-fiction TV, including future Star Trek series, what not to do.1

TNG took lessons the of the first series seriously, and so was in many ways the exact opposite of the original series. Where the original series settles for ludicrous fight scenes, TNG is cerebral. Indeed, the central conflict of its premiere episode is an intellectual one, in which a race of omnipotent beings called the Q, and represented by an individual called Q, challenges humanity, represented by Captain Jean Luc Picard, to rationally and morally justify its puny existence in a court of Q law. True, both series often present us with complex moral probems, but in TNG these problems are concertedly intellectualized, usually by Picard, the Enterprise-D’s Shakespeare-quoting, Bizet-appreciating, advanced-anthropologist poet-captain.

Michelle Forbes as Bajoran beauty Ro Laren

Michelle Forbes as Ensign Ro Laren

The shift from the physicality of original series to the relative intellectuality of TNG was accompanied by a multiplying of fuller, textured characters. Where the original series limited its character development to the three male leads, TNG’s bench was deep with gifted actors like LeVar Burton and characters, like Worf, whose complexities and conflicts made them substantial enough to sustain their own series. There were also characters who weren’t necessarily interesting or well-acted, but were paid considerable loving attention by the writers. Wesley Crusher and Deanna Troi come to mind, as does Tasha Yar, who got better after she died, when Denise Crosby returned to play her former character’s half-Romulan daughter, Commander Sela. Even guest-star characters, such as the original Star Trek’s Scotty (in an episode aptly entitled “Relics“), and, hugely, Ro Laren—whose Bajoran backstory served as fodder for a significant arc in TNG, as the urtext of DS9 (Ro’s DS9 doppelganger: Kira Nerys), and even, through the Maquis, supplied the context for Voyager’s premise—were endowed with substantive, meaningful character arcs.

The best of DS9 and the occasional good parts in Voyager were entirely descendant from the spirit of TNG. With Voyager, though—that is, with its worst parts—as well as with Enterprise, the fifth series and a prequel to all the rest, the franchise’s focus shifted from dynamic characters in a relatively limited area of space to something much more like the original series: a cast composed largely of static characters who have a sense of themselves as always on the move, whether exploring the solar system or striving for the Alpha Quadrant. Voyager and Enterprise are all about getting back to the supposed excitement (and actual lameness) of the original series.

We can’t deny that the original series was hugely important, even if the best moments with its cast come not on TV, but later, in the films. Something about the bigger budget, longer running-time, and overall sweep of the cinematic form seems to have unlocked the inherent strengths of its cast. Unlocking along these same lines continues in today’s more sophisticated sci-fi: we can best see the positive influence of the original series through the contemporary shows which have forcefully defeated its many problems. Or we can watch a random episode of Stargate: SG1, see that it’s basically exactly like an original series episode, and nostalgically ruminate on the Roddenberry’s clodding but socially and artistically useful “Wagon Train to the stars.”

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1. One of the best episodes of Futurama managed to simultaneously satirize and correct the original series, and do so in half the length of a single original series episode.

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