Thursday, January 17, 2013

Bullshit and its tentacles

Bullshit is becoming one of my words of obsession; as a noun, or as a verb, the term bestows sense to many of my, unfortunately, recurrent experiences. My dictionary defines bullshit as "nonsense, humbug", and humbug is all about hypocrisy: "1) insincerity, hypocrisy; 2) hypocritical words or actions: 3) sham, trickery; 4) hoax; 5) impostor, hypocrite". Exactly: an exact term to define a quite often, almost usual state of affairs.

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Ben Affleck's Argo is a magnificent film. The movie of the year or of the decade. Oh, it is Bryan Cranston in the role of Jack O'Donnel! Finally, recognized him. "Where do I know this guy from?", kept wondering. He looks quite old in the movie, from the youth I remember of Tim Whatley... . Great movie. Frenetic pacing, purifying tension. Of course I cried... A little. The theater was crowded and people clapped at the end. Clapped at the end! And people sighed at the very moment tension was released. A great, great film. I loved the use and abuse of cigarettes, at all times, in all places; the way stubs are held, especially by women: it used to be like that. And Affleck is fantastic in the leading role.

I captured a detail, American style if you wish, from the times A.J. desperately asked Harry Stamper to trust on him and saved the world. The story moral is a matter of trust. The 6 hidden diplomats are saved at the end because one person decided to be genuine and hold himself responsible. "You can trust me", Toni said to one of them, the reluctant one. "No, I don't trust you", he got back. And, then, Toni told him his real name and circumstance. The battle Toni Mendes fought (and won) against himself and an evil urgency to embrace desertion (notice the relevance given to the bottle of whisky or brandy, whatever it is) during the final night is epic. That is: the guy was not exactly a hypocrite. When setting in motion the fake machinery of Hollywood -"where people lie for a living"- there is a scene when Toni asked Lester whether the latter has any kids. Lester has two daughters, he said, whom he sees once a year or maybe less. "How come?", Toni asked. Lester signed then a powerful answer, full of drama and beauty: "I was a terrible father. One is bullshitting all day long and when you go home is like having been in the coal miner: no matter how much you try, you never are able to wash it off completely". Oh!... .

On the other side, in the Canadian's Ambassador house, the Ambassador and his wife become suspicious of their housekeeper: "Sahar knows". (It reminded me of Sahar actually, a money-lover girl originally from Iran -skinny as a stick but hot as a brass-burning stove- I once was acquiantanced with). But they were wrong. Sahar saved them. She lied to the police instead and her sacrifice led her to seek refuge in Iraq...

Who could ask for more? A sweet escape from the nauseous tentacles of every day.

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