13 January 2008

Monuments of unageing intellect

Went in to see "No Country for Old Men" last night, which I enjoyed quite a lot. Every now and then as I sit through a really boring, conventional film, I start to think how cool it would be to kill off the hero of the film quite early on, or end the film on a random note with none of the plot threads adequately tied together. Basically it would be a film that just sets out to say, "hey, stuff happens". Every time I go to see a film where the director actually sets out to do exactly that, I hate it, and leave the film vaguely upset that the guy didn't get the girl, the world wasn't saved, and that the leads were not adequately refreshed by a suitable bouncy bubbly beverage throughout the action. I can be very shallow sometimes. While the Cohens' latest certainly falls into the "stuff happens" category, it was all the same quite satisfying.

I'm back in Poland tomorrow and I am looking forward to the familiar anger that hotel CNN watching stirs in me. It has become like an old friend, or a comfortable pair of shoes, or an old friend's pair of shoes that you try on when he is out of the room, and months later still feel dirty for doing so.

Which reminds me, I need a new pair of shoes.


At 11:41 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

why did you title this blog "Monuments of unageing intellect"?

At 8:24 am, Blogger Unkie Dave said...

"No Country for old men" is part of the opening line of "Sailing to Byzantium", by WB Yeats, and poem I remember well from Leaving Cert (High School) English. The whole first verse reads:

"THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect."

I suppose where I was going with it is the feeling that the constant soundbite nature of the primary season coupled with the need of mainstream media to be seen to be all knowing and all seeing (leading to the New Hampshire primary being incorrectly called and written off before voting had even begun), portrays a sense of modern political commentary as light and ephemeral, ignoring historical context, and existing as a transient medium akin to fluffy pop music. It consumes your two minute attention span before dazzling you with something sparkly and shiny and reaching for your next two minutes.

The voters in this election, wrapped up in CNN and Fox, "Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect."

or something like that.


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