In today’s Guardian, an article was published entitled ‘Frank Miller and the rise of cryptofascist Hollywood‘. It was written by Rick Moody, whom I presume to be the American novelist and short story writer (the Graun doesn’t provide any details in the byline).  In the article Moody discusses the current output of mainstream Hollywood cinema using Miller’s comics, and the films which have followed them, as his focal point – decrying them as ‘cryptofascistic’. Frank Miller is something of a talking point these days, mainly stemming from his blog tirade against the Occupy movement, which hardly needs to be rehashed. Basically, he doesn’t like it. He calls the individuals within the movement “louts, thieves, and rapists”, and deems them traitorous “pond scum” in the face of America’s “war against a ruthless enemy”, that is, the forces of militant Islam.  (The ones that, despite the death of their most prominent figurehead, countless drone strikes and often Benny Hill levels of incompetence, are still out to get you, your grannie and the contents of your biscuit barrel.) I was frustrated by Moody’s essay. He made sweeping generalisations. He dressed up mundane points in needless, arch academia-speak. He didn’t actually explore the subject matter he was discussing – Miller’s comics, or Hollywood cinema – in any great depth; he made his points in the way that a stone creates ripples on the water it skims across. Continue reading “Why does it still have to be said that comics are a medium not a genre?”
I tweeted earlier today that David Cox’s latest posting on The Guardian, a review of three nature documentaries including the BBC’s One Life, was about as irritating as a sand sandwich. On reflection, and re-reading, I’m going to upgrade this to a gravel baguette. Or maybe a coal donut. With a suspicious brown filling. Of the documentaries that Cox reviews, I will offer no opinion – I haven’t seen them. I daresay, in fact, that I would find incessant anthropomorphism as unnecessary and manipulative as he does. Besides, film criticism is, in part, what Cox does for a living. He’s paid for his opinion, whereas I spout mine into the aether in the manner of a medieval sewage control unit: any open window will do. Continue reading “David Cox and the propaganda of conservation”