Oct. 2nd, 2008

joreth: (Dobert Demons of Stupidity)


Thanks to[info]starchy for the link!

The Creation Science Polka 


http://www.mungbeing.com/media/rudy_schwartz_project-creation_science_polka.mp3

Come on everyone, join the fun
we've got thinking on the run
the earth is circled by the sun
Creation Science Polka!

Science classes in our schools
taught by superstitious fools
Jerry Fallwell sets the rules
Creation Science Polka!

The Universe was fabricated in 6 literal days
The humans and the dinosaurs shared a condo in L.A.

Carbon dating makes us cringe
We're the right wing lunatic fringe
Jesus died for our sins
Creation Science Polka!

[instrumental]

one, two three four!

The Bible says the earth is only six thousand years old!
Deny and Jesus Christ will roast your balls on burning coal!

Come on everyone, join the fun
Ignorance has almost won!
Get geology from a nun
Creation Science Polka!

Take your children out of school
Homespun dogma is the rule
Prop them up, watch them drool
Creation Science Polka!

joreth: (Dobert Demons of Stupidity)
No, seriously, he totally got it spot-on about Sarah Palin.




Although I don't think believing that dinosaurs and humans existed at the same time has anything to do with Palin having access to the nuclear codes, I do think she will fuck up our science education because of it and I do think her membership in an End Times church makes the fact that she could have her finger on the Big Red Button frightening.  The last thing we want is an individual with that much power who believes that this world has nothing to live for and that her belief in the apocalypse is sent from God and something to be desired.

Usually I state that I don't care what someone does on his off time as my rationale for being annoyed at politicians fired for having sex.  But the actual criteria is whether or not some personal habit or belief affects his job performance.  If it doesn't, then I don't care.  A person's religious beliefs have to be evaluated on a case-by-case basis.  If someone has this sort of general warm fuzzy "there's something out there and I know it's good" kind of religious beliefs, but also strongly believes in the separation of church and state, I'm not so worried.  It's those kinds of religious people who had me supportive so long of my policy of "to each his own". 

But what has turned me into the Angry Atheist these last few years is the individuals with the most harmful and destructive religious beliefs wielding those beliefs to dictate how my life should look when I'm not actively harming anyone with my decisions.  And a woman who belongs to a church who clearly, explicitly and loudly proclaim that their purpose is to take over the world and run it according to their own fucked-up, wackaloon notions based on an imaginary sky-daddy with a zombie son who seems to care an awful lot about what kind of clothing I wear and how and when I have sex (a biological imperative that this same sky-daddy seems to have built into me), then I care about her religious beliefs.

I especially care when those same bizarre religious beliefs include the thought that the zombie will return once again in her lifetime and that the End of Times is coming.  Not only that the end of the world is coming, but that the end of the world is DESIRABLE, that this world has nothing worth saving, nothing worth living for, that the only thing worth anything is what happens after we're all dead.

And THIS is the woman they want to put in the White House, with all the power and ability to start the prophecied apocolypse.

Frankly, her total inexperience at the job means nothing, compared to that.  Obama's questionable experience means nothing compared to that.  McCain's outright smear campaign means nothing compared to that.

In the past, I refused to vote as a form of protest.  I did not like either candidate and could not, in good conscience, give either of them my vote.  Plus, in the last election, I believed my vote didn't really count, as the new electronic voting system only broadcast my suspicions that there was a high probability that the elections were rigged.

But this year is too important for me to be wrong.  If my belief that my vote doesn't count is actually wrong, then all who do not vote will have fucked up big time.  It still rankles to have to give my vote to a candidate that I don't actually want, but voting for anyone other than him is giving one less obstacle to McCain, and consequently, Sarah Palin.  If I don't vote for Obama, if I insist on using the presidential elections as a platform to tell the government that I don't like either candidate, then McCain, whom I more than dislike, whom I fear, has one less vote against him to keep him out of office.

I still harbor suspicions that my vote doesn't count, that the elections are rigged, that something bigger than me actually makes the decisions.  But being right and voting anyway doesn't change that.  Being wrong and not voting could be catastrophic.
joreth: (Purple Mobius)
I picked up this movie because Netflix said:

In this romantic comedy featuring Shirley MacLaine as a wacky grandma, Southern girl Carolina (Julia Stiles) envisions an entirely different existence for herself, far from the maddening mix that is her family. So, she leaves home for California, where she hopes she'll find some tranquility. But her efforts are soon wasted when she finds herself torn between two men. Who will win her heart?

I think I saw it on a list of poly movies too, but I'm not certain about that.

This was NOT a poly movie.  It was your standard romance story of:  girl has fucked up love-life and fucked-up family, girl has close male friend, girl meets dashing man, girl sleeps with man on first date, close male friend reveals his love for girl, girl breaks his heart then gets her own heart broken by dashing man, girl proclaims love for best friend too late, as he now has a girlfriend, followed by happy ending as best friend surprises her by showing up somewhere emotionally meaningful and sweeping her off her feet.

Blah, blah, predictable, boring, not poly.

Carolina never really even finds herself "torn between two men".  She is close friends with her neighbor, Albert, whom both insist is "just a friend" several times throughout the movie.  Albert insists she try to loosen up a bit, so Carolina starts dating Heath.  We know he's not the right guy for her because she has sex with him on the first date.  Remember, in movieland, the "right guy" is the one who never tries to fuck the girl and the "wrong guy" is the one the girl is immediately attracted to.  Standard Hollywood Formula #1.  So, they have sex, then Carolina immediately tries to insert him into her life in a serious and meaningful way, namely by inviting him to Christmas dinner with her extremely eccentric (i.e. white-trash) family headed by her overbearing grandmother.

Heath, a proper Brittish gentleman, is totally out of place, whereas Albert fits right in like one of the family and has for years.  Meanwhile, Albert announces his love for Carolina, who rejects him because she thinks of him as a friend and she is involved with Heath.  Albert then goes out and gets a girlfriend, whom we meet when Carolina bumps into her in a very awkward manner, obviously intended to imply to the audience that she reciprocates the attraction and is now jealous and trying to ignore it.

After Heath's rather uncomfortable introduction to Carolina's family, he just disappears for 5 months with no word.  Carolina spends the rest of the film watching sadly as Albert continues to date his girlfriend, meet her family, and generally withdraw form Carolina's life, while her own family life gets more and more complicated and her family gets more and more eccentric.

Finally, Heath shows back up to apologize, but when Carolina doesn't immediately fall at his feet, he makes his one gesture and gives up, leaving Carolina looking after him with an exrpession that says "WTF?"

After a while, Carolina figures out that she loves Albert and tells him so, obviously expecting him to fall into her arms.  He, predictably, gets angry at her presumption that he was just sitting around waiting for her to deign to notice him and leaves.  So Carolina goes back to work in California and tries to forget her brief foray into dating.

Then, a tragedy befalls her family and she ends up back in her hometown, slowly assuming her grandmother's matriarchal position in the family - a position she resented until her grandmother's death revealed how much Carolina really loved her grandmother and how much her family depended upon her.  While leading a family holiday dinner (much contested by Carolina over the years and, consequently, a source of major emotional meaning for her now), Albert shows up to announce his undying love for Carolina, who falls into his arms and they live happily ever after with her teenage unwed-mother sister, her crazy psychic sister, her madam aunt, her drunk father, and her grandmother's married boyfriend.

*A point* - the married boyfriend is the one possibly poly moment in the whole film, and the "poly" portion is debatable.  Grandma is going out on a date for New Year's Eve with her boyfriend - the first time we've heard any mention of him in the whole movie.  Carolina's youngest sister asks "isn't he married?"  Grandma explains that, yes, he is married, but they have an "arrangement", and in this day and age, that's all anyone can ask for.  Throughout the movie, she has portrayed herself as a woman who does what she wants because she wants to and to hell with propriety, and the only way to be happy is to live for what you want, not for what others want.

She doesn't give any details, but the family all knows who he is, and he comes in and says hi to all of them.  If this were a secret, surely the teenage and early 20-something granddaughters wouldn't have had the chance to meet him, especially in a small southern town like theirs.  Grandma has a habit of being accepting of otherwise socially-unacceptable people.  Her daughter, for instance (Carolina's aunt) used to be a prostitute and now runs a successful whorehouse.  This is talked about openly and some of the aunt's "girls" are even invited to family events.  They joke about it over a bridge game.

Basically, the movie was not poly, it was romantic drivel.  The grandmother character was supposed to be the wise old, eccentric matriarch who flew in the face of convention with her common-sense wisdom and steely pride.  Carolina was supposed to be the strong, independent woman who manages to leave her humble beginnings, make a name and an income for herself, only to learn the value of family at the end.  What it turned out to be was an overbearing, thoroughly detestable, meddling, cranky old woman whose parental skills resulted in a drunk and a prostitute and perpetuated the total fuckups in the following generations, and a young woman who had pretty nearly no redeeming social skills.  She was either the hard-as-nails, no-nonsense businesswoman or the naive and inexperienced little girl playing at romance.

Don't waste your time.
joreth: (Purple Mobius)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0023940/ - IMDB
http://www.netflix.com/Movie/Design_for_Living_Peter_Ibbetson/70031810?trkid=222336&lnkctr=srchrd-sr&strkid=272568383_0_0 - Netflix
http://amzn.to/2vNQbw7 - Amazon

This was on a list of poly movies, and the Netflix description reads:

Packing double entendres and boudoir innuendos galore, director Ernst Lubitsch's racy comedy Design for Living stars Gary Cooper, Frederic March and Miriam Hopkins as an inseparable threesome living in a Parisian garret and immersed in a ménage à trois.

Made in 1933, I sat down to watch it thoroughly prepared to hate it.

I loved it.

This was a quirky little film that, for once, didn't feature people doing stupid things.  zen_shooter decided about 4 movies ago that all poly movies should come with a lable that says "Warning!  Stupid People Inside" because they all seem to feature people doing the most godawful, inane things to each other.

But not this one.

And it was made in 1933!

Y'know, the fundies want to re-write history and tell us that "traditional marriage" is the nuclear family and has been the standard family model since the Flintstones, and that teen pregnancy and sex outside of marriage never happened except in a few scattered scandals that we try to ignore.

That simply isn't true.  Popular media and entertainment created in previous eras still exist and reflect the morality of their society.

In Design For Living, a woman named Gilda (soft "g", like "Jilda") meets Tom and George on a train in France.  The two gentlemen immediately fall in lust for her, and conversation on the train engages them intellectually.  They become fast friends.  We skip ahead to the two men living together in a Parisian ghetto, struggling to make a living in their respective artistic professions (Tom is a playwright and George is a painter).  Gilda draws commercial art and has a boss, Max, who has the hots for her but for whom she does not reciprocate.

George and Tom both begin romancing Gilda secretly, aware that Gilda is friends with the other, but unaware that she is amenable to being romanced by the other.  Until one day, the two men figure it out.  At first, they fight and try to break up their friendship by moving out and claiming to never want to speak to each other.  But then they realize that they have been friends for many years and they shouldn't let a woman come between what is so special to them.  They agree to both break things off with Gilda and remain friends.  But then Gilda comes over to confess.  In a comically dramatic fashion, she explains how she loves them both equally and cannot choose between them.  She proposes that they enter into a threesome where she will live with them, be their housemate, their friend, their critic, their mother, and help them both in their careers, but there will be absolutely no sex.  After some debate, they all agree.

So Gilda moves in and things go pretty much according to plan.  Gilda succeeds in getting one of Tom's plays into the right hands and he gets offered a position in London.  She insists that he follow his dreams and Gilda and George will come to London in time for Opening night.

Unfortunately, the very first night Tom is gone, the sexual tension between Gilda and George rises without the inhibiting influence of Tom, and they have sex.  Tom becomes a rising superstar in London with money and fame and begins dictating a letter to Gilda and George about how much he misses them both and how he can't wait until they are reunited in 6 weeks for the opening.  In the middle of the letter, a letter arrives for him.  It's not clear which one wrote the letter, or if they both did, but they admit their "infidelity" to Tom, who immediately changes his letter to a coldly formal letter of congratulations with wishes for their happiness together.

10 months later, Tom is a famously wealthy and loved playwright.  While attending a performance of his play, he sees Gilda's former boss, Max, in the audience.  Tom manages to bump into him during intermission and tries to solicit information about Gilda and George without asking outright.  He learns that they are doing well and that George's career as a painter has taken off too.  Tom leaves that night for France.

He manages to track down their current residence and finds Gilda alone, as George has gone to another country on a painting commission.  Gilda is thrilled to see Tom again, and, as before, without the inhibiting influence of the third part of their agreement, the sexual tension rises too high to be contained, and Gilda has sex with Tom.

George comes home unexpectedly the next morning.  At first, he's thrilled to see George - they did, after all, have a decade-long friendship before Gilda ever came onto the scene.  Then he figures out what all the stilting responses and awkward glances are all about and guesses that they had an affair.  George throws Gilda out.  Tom tries to make amends while Gilda goes to pack, but George doesn't want to hear any of it.  Finally, George goes to check on Gilda and discovers a note for each of them.  She writes to tell them that she is leaving them both.  While she was with George, she was haunted by Tom and she fears that if she were to go with Tom, she will be haunted by George.  So her solution is to leave them both.

George and Tom reconcile after reading these notes and go back to being friends, without Gilda.

Some time later, Gilda marries her old boss Max.  On her wedding day, however, we see her very agitated.  She very clearly does not love Max, but this is an era where a woman's status and future are determined by her husband.  Her marriage progresses for a few months and she gets progressively unhappy.

Finally, George and Tom propose to go and get her.  They crash a party at Max's house where Gilda has had enough.  She rejoices in seeing them both and in seeing that they are both still friends.  She manages to orchestrate her leaving Max in such a way that his business actually improves due to sympathy from his clients that the unfaithful wife has ditched him.  So Max gets what he wants, which is more money, she gets both George and Tom, and George and Tom get her.

In the final scene, the three of them are in a cab and she gives both of them a long, passionate kiss while the other looks on.  Then she reintroduces the "gentleman's agreement" they had before, which is a live-in triad with no sex.  Both men agree, but all three of them exchange looks that say "yeah, right, whatever!"

The overall tone of the movie seemed to suggest that these three people were meant to be together, that life was miserable for each of them when any one of the triad was missing, and that "happily ever after" does not mean making sacrifices for propiety but flinging yourself into life and grabbing whatever it is you need to be happy, even if it's sharing a woman or having two men.

I had to keep reminding myself that it was made in 1933 to get past the whole "no sex" rule, and the glances at the end allow me the freedom to interpret them as saying the "no sex" rule will not last.  It makes me happy to think that they eventually break the rule again only this time they learn from the past and do not break up over it.  I doubt that was the original intention, but it's just open-ended enough that I can think that if I want to.

This was an exceedingly progressive movie for our times, and it was made 75 years ago!  I thought the movie was cute, lighthearted, and fun, and, adjusting for the era with regards to sexual mores, quite reasonable in its attitudes.  The individuals didn't do inordinately stupid things.  I felt their various reactions to each situation was quite reasonable and fairly quickly worked through to an acceptable conclusion.  Each character felt very strongly about their relationship to the other and sought to find compromises that they all could live with together, rather than ending any one particular relationship.  There were periods of time where the three of them were not all together, but the lesson learned was that they were all happier when they were all together than apart.

I thought this was a great film and I highly recommend it!


P.S. - you may only find this movie on a DVD bundled with another Gary Cooper movie called Peter Ibbetson, with a red box titled The Gary Cooper Collection or something similar.  That's how I got it from Netflix.

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