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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.

USA Swimming Must Apologize to Sometimes-Smoker Michael Phelps

Kevin Hilke

American Olympian swimmer Michael Phelps, 23, has been inundated with criticism over the past week after a British tabloid published a photograph of him smoking marijuana from a bong at a college party. Hypocritical moralizing—including the ludicrous and legally specious suggestion that Phelps be formally prosecuted—began immediately. (There are exceptions.) Some of the worst of this moralizing, verging on blatant lying, came from USA Swimming, which yesterday suspended Phelps (but not for so long that he won’t be able to perform for them when they need him). The New York Times:

Michael Phelps inhales

Michael Phelps inhales

USA Swimming publicly reprimanded Phelps, who won eight medals at the Beijing Games, temporarily withdrawing its financial support to him and barring him from competition through early May. Phelps receives a monthly stipend of $1,750 from the organization. The national and world championships will be held in the summer.

“We decided to send a strong message to Michael because he disappointed so many people, particularly the hundreds of thousands of USA Swimming member kids who look up to him as a role model and hero,” the organization said in a statement.

Not one of USA Swimming’s “member kids” is independently disappointed in anything. If anything, the majority of its “member kids” likely like Phelps more for his having been caught smoking pot—a distinction he shares with half of all Americans, including a number of wildly successful roll models. This should be obvious, even to USA Swimming, which, given its willingness to peddle disingenuous propaganda, is the only player in this situation with an indictable lack of integrity. It should apologize to Phelps, and to the politically nubile “member kids” it has exploited in an attempt to push baseless and antiquated social myopia on thinking people.

Phelps—exhibiting all the subtle wiles of the sportsman-politician we’ve made him—addresses the controversy below, taking care to apologize for making “bad decisions.” His only bad decision was allowing himself to be photographed taking a hit, thus opening himself to the sort of ignorant, draconian lunacy with which his routine, mundane indiscretion has been greeted. Next time, Michael—and the next time, and the next time, until the rest of the country grows up—do your smoking in a closet.

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