Antone's Nightclub
Believes the Imperative of Spewing His Unethical Propaganda
RECEIVED Wed., June 16, 2004
To the editor,
Marc Savlov's review of the sci-fi flick The Chronicles of Riddick did its job admirably, up to the jarring point where Savlov decides to take a break – to announce his ideological proclivities to the Chronicle's readership ['Film Reviews," June 11].
My instant, explosive hoot sprang not from the fact that this guy actually appears proud of a residual, goose-stepping democrat-socialist pacifism, but that he believes the imperative of spewing his unethical propaganda outweighs the need to adhere to painfully obvious fact.
His sermon: "... perhaps the most daring bit of flimflammery in this bloated-but-enjoyable production [sounds like a self-appraisal of his own prose – psychological projection, anyone?] is the (perhaps unconscious) allegorical allusions to the United States' current imperialist mindset toward the globe. The Necromongers' cry of 'join or die' echoes President Bush's 'You're either with us or against us' foreign policy."
Errmm, Mr. Pavlov would do well to extract his head from his last political science professor's rump and sit down on his own – to peruse a little recent history. We'll skip the "imperialist" epithet as a comical identifier of this guy's intellectual pedigree (my guess would be: William Greider 101) and move on to his contemptible evasion.
Yes, there's a clear allusion to the contemporary geopolitical situation in Riddick – clear enough to make the task of spelling it out to Savlov immediately evocative of teaching a cat to fetch: The idiot will just stare at your finger.
"Hmmm, lemme see here ... the film's protagonist is pitted against a rampaging, fanatical cult of religious nihilists whose credo is 'believe or die.'
"Errrmm, contemporary politics ... Hmmm, think, think ...
"Oh, gotta be the imperialist Americans. Yeah, that's it."
The more I contemplate the semicoherent mental sputum of the residual and clueless American left, the more I'm drawn to archeology for descriptive imagery:
Feed a tar pit, nudge a dinosaur.
Here's wishing Mr. Pavlov a speedy(?) evolution.
Marc Savlov's review of the sci-fi flick The Chronicles of Riddick did its job admirably, up to the jarring point where Savlov decides to take a break – to announce his ideological proclivities to the Chronicle's readership ['Film Reviews," June 11].
My instant, explosive hoot sprang not from the fact that this guy actually appears proud of a residual, goose-stepping democrat-socialist pacifism, but that he believes the imperative of spewing his unethical propaganda outweighs the need to adhere to painfully obvious fact.
His sermon: "... perhaps the most daring bit of flimflammery in this bloated-but-enjoyable production [sounds like a self-appraisal of his own prose – psychological projection, anyone?] is the (perhaps unconscious) allegorical allusions to the United States' current imperialist mindset toward the globe. The Necromongers' cry of 'join or die' echoes President Bush's 'You're either with us or against us' foreign policy."
Errmm, Mr. Pavlov would do well to extract his head from his last political science professor's rump and sit down on his own – to peruse a little recent history. We'll skip the "imperialist" epithet as a comical identifier of this guy's intellectual pedigree (my guess would be: William Greider 101) and move on to his contemptible evasion.
Yes, there's a clear allusion to the contemporary geopolitical situation in Riddick – clear enough to make the task of spelling it out to Savlov immediately evocative of teaching a cat to fetch: The idiot will just stare at your finger.
"Hmmm, lemme see here ... the film's protagonist is pitted against a rampaging, fanatical cult of religious nihilists whose credo is 'believe or die.'
"Errrmm, contemporary politics ... Hmmm, think, think ...
"Oh, gotta be the imperialist Americans. Yeah, that's it."
The more I contemplate the semicoherent mental sputum of the residual and clueless American left, the more I'm drawn to archeology for descriptive imagery:
Feed a tar pit, nudge a dinosaur.
Here's wishing Mr. Pavlov a speedy(?) evolution.
Absolutely,
Greg Gerig
Greg Gerig