Saturday Morning Movies

  • HRC - Rumor has it that Hillary may be Barack’s top choice for Secretary of State. Given the fact that we’re more than two months short of inauguration, much less Senate confirmation hearings, the whole thing strikes me as a bit peremptory. At the same time, I’m a bit surprised to hear so little protest at the idea that the cabinet could be filled with elected officials rather than professionals from each position’s respective field. Did someone important fail to recognize the election results as a mandate for, above all, competency? (This is not to say that Senator Clinton is incompetent, but that there may be individuals more specifically suited to discharging the duties of the Secretary of State.)
  • Review - Any position I might take regarding Forgetting Sarah Marshall will necessarily be colored by the continued aesthetic pleasure this movie offers. Judd Apatow may not have written this flick, but his impact as a producer is clear. On the subject of writing, I actually wondered how Jason Segel landed a role more appropriate for Stifler until I realized that Segel, as the sole credited writer, must’ve attached himself as an actor when selling the script, much as occurred in the cases of Good Will Hunting and My Big Fat [Crappy Movie]. At 112 minutes, this one’s a little long, but there are plenty of good laughs and plenty of gratuitous screen time for Mila Kunis and Kristen Bell. I think it’s safe to say that Jackie and V. Mars have grown up.
  • Review - In preparation for the Grant Park celebration, PBS’s Independent Lens ran Chicago 10, a documentary remembering the Chicago 7, on the last Wednesday in October. Thus, I found it while digging through my DVR in search of something unrelated to procedural drama. While most of its value is historical and its viewpoint is slightly more partisan than Donna Brazile, Chicago 10 does a good job of showing how systemic repression parallels leprosy: defense causes more damage than the actual infection.
    Rage Against the Machine fans should prepare to be distracted by the soundtrack. I had to replay nearly five minutes of early animated re-enactment because, in my head, I was singing along to the instrumental version of “Wake Up.”