…awww, shit. You mean this thing was last night?! I thought we all agreed years ago to start broadcasting this boring-ass programming on Monday mornings.
Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Tom.
…awww, shit. You mean this thing was last night?! I thought we all agreed years ago to start broadcasting this boring-ass programming on Monday mornings.
Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Tom.
So says show-runner Dan Harmon on Twitter — “What you call 8:00, we call home. Community returns to Thursday nights on March 15th.”
In case you’re not aware of the show’s brilliance, here are a couple-a clips from their last episode (the Christmas special) (the joke at 0:40 might be my favourite in sitcom history):
Boo boo-boo boo-boo boop… SEX!
Also, this extended interview with Harmon from this summer, going episode-by-episode through season 2…. dude’s mindblowingly insightful/brilliant. Reward him by watching!
George Pelecanos’s fave:
Source here. The whole AMA (Reddit lingo for a crowd-sourced interview) is pretty good too.
(And yes, Reddit is a horrible and shitty hellhole filled with neckbeards, misogynists, and racists, but there’s some good stuff there every once in a while, too.)
It was freezing in my apartment yesterday and my landlord (who lives downstairs and controls the radiator) was up in cottage country, so the situation was not being rectified. It was Antarctica in my apartment, but it was the coziest alpine lodge under my comforter in bed. I think my plan was to wait there for Spring or something, and my strategy was to marathon a show I’d never watched before, and I’d just been listening to the AV Club’s weekly podcast and one of the people was like “RuPaul’s Drag Race is the full realization of the reality genre,” or something, and I’d heard similar things from elsewhere (I think someone on the Slate Culture Gabfest at one point kvelled pretty hard about it).
The point is that this is the show I watched. Specifically Season 2. More specicifically, the first like five or six episodes (which left me feeling that sick kindof heavy-headed you feel when you’ve been awake and horizontally passive for way the fuck too long). At no point did Spring come.
Anyway, they were right and it’s amazing. The contestants are preposterously versatile as talents — able to sew, do makeup, hair, dance, in some cases sing, create and learn choreography, impersonate celebrities, read a bitch (see below), and a lot more. They’re also hilarious. And the challenges the producers come up with put the producers of Project Runway, Top Chef, whatever else to fucking shame. Again, e.g.:
In one of the episodes the challenge is to do a TV interview in which the contestants were supposed to promote three things — themselves, their “book” whose title and cover they’ve just designed, and this weird brand of Absolut Vodka. The Puerto Rican with bad English — Jessica something — pushes the vodka like your creepiest drunk aunt might have promoted it to you when you were nine and she wanted to get in your pants.
Another thing: These are people to whom real shit has happened (many of them have no relationships with their family, which they talk about; one confesses to having attempted suicide a few times before discovering drag; another has a young child who he (I think to his son he’s a he) hasn’t been able to support but clearly loves dearly and who’s been living in his drag mother’s living room; one says that he used to just answer to “faggot”). All this is handled with a directness that might seem clumsy, but is itself sobering as a contrast to the more or less self-reflexive artifice / fantasy they’ve embraced and are so much more comfortable existing from.
I also really like that instead of being directly eliminated on the basis of the challenge, the two worst performers have a chance to “Lip-sync…. for your LIFE!” which ballasts the show towards what seems to ultimately be the most important thing in the craft it’s built around: putting on a performance. It’s always a pissoff when a really strong performer who’s work still has you curious in Top Chef, Work of Art or Project Runway tries something, fucks up, and is gone while a clearly far shittier contestant coasts through. This mechanism provides a nicely non-bullshitty failsafe against that.
Finally, it made me think a lot. Judging from the show, there are a lot of things that are pretty problematic about drag culture from a feminist perspective. Is there an aspect of gender colonization? There is an aspect (or at least awareness) of ridicule to the whole thing, but what is the culture’s relationship to it? Who is being ridiculed? Who all is ridiculing? Is it feminine men embracing the ridicule they’ve been subjected to, amplifying it and turning it back on the culture from a position of power? If so, is it really improving the larger social picture? They’re certainly committed to achieving a position from which they can shill hyper-gendering commodities, and what are they doing if not totally ambandoning themselves to the purest commodification of gender identity. Is it satire? If so, who’s in and who’s not in on the joke? They’re doing it because it feels right, and that what it is feels right I think is telling, but where does it leave them? I’ve never seen anyone so infatuated with anything as Tyra seemed infatuated to a point of paralysis with Beyonce. And why are they such assholes to each other (not all of them, but I was shocked by how mean many of them were)?
It’s a really great show.
And RuPaul > Tyra Banks by like a factor of something approaching infinity.
Watch it.
Speaking of Michael Cera, MTV has the pants-wettingly exciting announcement today that “The Arrested Development movie is finally happening.”
Yeah, I know. Stop me if you’ve heard this one. But
No, seriously. After years of rumors, denials, hedging, backtracking and wishful thinking, series co-creator and executive producer Mitchell Hurwitz confirmed over the weekend that not only are the seriously, hilariously, unapologetically dysfunctional Bluth clan headed to the multiplex, but they will get tuned up for their movie debut by making a short trip back to TV.
Speaking on Sunday at theNew Yorker Festival, Hurwitz broke the news, with”Development” actor Jason Bateman confirming it a few hours later on his Twitter feed. “It’s true. We will do 10 episodes and the movie. Probably shoot them all together next summer for a release in early ’13. VERY excited!”
Let the Final Countdown begin!
Community really is good. The paintball episodes, for example (both of them season finales, and both of them spectacularly awesome), are simply masterful television. Here’s the first half of this year’s season finale (other half easily accessible on YouTube with search terms “community paintball”). The dude at Slate in the link says that the one re-airing tonight is the hot cheese, though. Whatever. I haven’t got anything special going on, so I might as well check his math. Long story short, watch the show! Or read the article! Or do neither and click “Play” on the video below! Or click the little “X” on the tab that this website is on to close it! Who cares?!
I could care less. But this is good tv.
M. pointed us in the direction of this Stewart clip, posted below. If you don’t feel like watching, I’ll summarize. Basically, a gaggle of right-wing rabble-rousers has taken to the fainting couch because The Norway Psychopath has been accurately described as a Christian. A Right-Wing Christian, to be precise.
Just watch the video:
I could quibble with Stewart a bit and point out that people who proclaim faith in Jesus Christ ought to, in fact, be considered Christians, regardless of their affiliation with a church or the horror caused by their actions in the name of their faith — all that being a Christian really involves, after all, is sincere belief that Jesus Christ was the son of God and is the path to heaven. Faith is the supreme command; the other 10 are predicated on it. Good deeds are certainly part of it, and sinning is still frowned upon, but even Catholics pretty much believe this now, thanks to Luther.
[Some Catholics (thinking here, my Irish-Catholic grandmother, R.I.P.) are a bit stringent on the whole going-through-the-sacraments thing, blah blah blah, but a large percentage of the ones I grew up around didn't put too much stock in it. Maybe it was the whole Vatican II thing. (I know, I know. Anecdotal evidence is anecdotal. So sue me.)]
Anyway, obviously my criticism of Stewart in that case would be simply that he let O’Reilly get away with a lie, a distortion of what most people think Christianity constitutes, and that he parroted O’Reilly’s lie while also rather deftly skewering him.
The real beef is with O’Reilly.
O’Reilly is a Catholic. Surely he knows, from reading the comments at his website, that a goodly portion of his commentariat doesn’t believe he’s a true Christian. In fact, there’s a fairly rich tradition of people who believe that the Pope is the anti-Christ. O’Reilly would surely call himself a Christian. I would call him one, too. But those people wouldn’t.
In this instance, O’Reilly would likely agree with me. The irony is that the people we’d both be disagreeing with are his intellectual allies.
Let’s take a little stroll down I’m-going-to-try-to-remember-this-from-my-undergraduate-days, if you would.
Part of what was radical about Christianity when it came about was the degree of its inclusivity. Unlike the Judaic religion from which it was derived (no offense, Jews: you know I love ya!), all one had to do to be a Christian was accept Jesus as Lord and Savior and so forth. All of the ritualistic brouhaha, the basilicas, the hierarchies, the backdoor meetings, the piddling of schoolboys — that came later. Originally it was a horribly oppressed group of little hippies talking about peace and love and Jesus and rainbows. People dug that message and it grew. It grew, in fact, to such an extent that one crazy Roman emperor thought that it would be to his political gain to embrace it as the imperial religion, rather than continue the polytheistic tradition that had been dominant throughout antiquity.
Bam! Just like that.
Then a thousand+ years passed, during which time, you know, Christianity flourished, and, oh sure, the Dark Ages were a bit of a rough patch, and gosh, let’s try to forget about those Crusades; but you get the point because you’re an intelligent and erudite reader of Brutish&Short.com LLC, and you’re vaguely familiar with the history from this period, and you’re hip to the fact that ideologies can often be co-opted by parties whose only aim is the attainment of power, no matter what stands in the way (even — egads! — intellectual consistency).
So then, Martin Luther comes and hammers some damn scroll to a wall, and well, you’ll recall how swimmingly that turned out.
Etc, etc. To the present day.
My point is that if O’Reilly wants to be consistent in his definition of what a true Christian is, he has to either 1) accept the Protestant version, or 2) assert that only Catholics are true Christians. I would maintain that he wouldn’t go for (2), that his audience wouldn’t go for (2), and that even if he privately goes for (2), he’s not stupid enough to say it out loud. Since we’re judging people based on what they say and not what we believe them to think, we should operate on the assumption that Bill O’Reilly believes Protestants to be Christians, and that the broad Protestant definition of Christianity is what we’re working with here. He did, remember, say “No one believing in Jesus commits mass murder,” not, “No Catholic commits mass murder.”
That’s a problem for Bill O’Reilly.
You see, contra O’Reilly, a person either believes or doesn’t believe, in his or her heart of hearts, that Jesus is the Lord and Savior. You can’t explain that. It’s a belief, and since we generally take people at their word when they profess religious beliefs, it’s apt to point out, as Stewart and the press do, that Norway Psycho Killer professed to be a Christian.
It is, indeed, central to my point!
Bill O’Reilly is a laughingstock. No doubt, his ratings are terrific. He and the corporation he does the bidding of make their living by playing off the internalized sexism, racism, and homophobia of a large swath of the American body politic, which has been a winning formula from time immemorial. But on top of all the other hypocrisies that are his various hobbyhorses lies the most salient one of all — that Bill O’Reilly, guardian of the Christian faith and protector of the Lord Jesus Himself, can’t even get his own religion straight. By Bill O’Reilly’s definition, espoused on national television and shared by millions around the world, Anders Breivik is a true Christian. By Bill O’Reilly’s bloviating, he is no such thing.
But, of course, both Anders Breivik and Bill O’Reilly are making claims about a state of affairs that’s unverifiable by me. I choose to believe them, because most people are hypocrites, and generally their encroachment upon their principles in practice doesn’t have any effect on them in theory. With faith, it’s the theoretical that matters above all. I mean, in theory no true Christian would set off a car bomb and go on a shooting rampage, and in theory no true Christian would go on national television and advocate for policies that are actively detrimental to the interests of the poor.
But we’re not dealing with theory, we’re dealing with the way it manifests itself in reality. And in reality, people can make theory do whatever they want it to do if no one’s willing to call them on it.
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The Times ran a good editorial today, which is somewhat related and deserving of quotation:
The global Islamophobic blogosphere consists of loosely connected networks of people — including students, civil servants, capitalists, and neo-Nazis. Many do not even see themselves as “right-wing,” but as defenders of enlightened values, including feminism.
The Islamophobes of Norway have no manifesto, but they share three fundamental views: that Norway is in the hands of a treacherous, spineless, politically correct elite that has betrayed the pure spirit of Norwegian culture by permitting demographic contamination; that Muslims will never be truly integrated (even if they pretend to be); and that there is a Muslim conspiracy to gain political dominance across Europe.
Replace the European references with American ones and you see the problems with the rightwing in this country today. It’s a hell of a shame. I hope that no one gets hurt.
They’re going to start streaming all four seasons of Mad Men tomorrow. So, you know, if you’re ever in need of a drinking partner, Don Draper’s your man.
(h/t to JM)
Life is glorious and vibrant and joyous at points, but it is essentially tragic. That’s not a unique David Simon perspective. That’s the perspective of anyone who contemplates anything as simple as mortality. You’re gonna die, and everyone you love and care about is gonna die. Life is finite. Some of them are gonna die too soon, and some of them are gonna die with things unsaid and things unfinished. And if you look at life in a fair and accurate context, you see that it is often deeply tragic, regardless of how well or poorly you live portions of your life — and certainly some people get luckier than others.
David Simon discusses Treme with the people at Salon. I still haven’t seen it.
Haven’t watched the new episode of Louie yet. I don’t have cable. I’ll watch it tonight probably.
What I have done is tided myself over by watching a promotionally distributed deleted scene from season 1 that’s not just pretty fucking brilliant. And this is what didn’t make the cut (probably for narrative as opposed to relative brilliance reasons). I’ve watched it three times and as soon as I hit the publish button, I’m going to watch it a fourth.