Showing posts with label Saving Private Ryan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saving Private Ryan. Show all posts

Monday, April 13, 2020

Theory Parker: Citizen of the World


I’ve long maintained that one of the worst ideas to ever plague mankind is nationalism. Nationalism, the identification with one’s nation and its interests typically to the detriment of other nations, is a natural outcropping of tribalism which, long ago, used to be on a small enough scale as to not be harmful on a global scale. But, thanks to population growth, the internet, and all the other streams of media that know the value of sowing division, tribalism and nationalism have become so strongly embedded in people’s psyche that they would become virtually rudderless without these identity markers. When the alternative to being rudderless is being a detriment to other members of the human race, I, as a thinking and rational person, would choose to be rudderless. Only I am not; my county is the world. More on that momentarily.

The thing about concepts like tribalism and nationalism is that it divides people along often arbitrary lines. As a citizen of the United States I’m supposed to hate the Chinese for letting COVID-19 out of their country and wreaking havoc across the globe? Last time I checked, viruses didn’t have nationalities, doesn’t care what tribe you belong to, and will potentially kill you regardless. (Funny story – as of this writing the U.S. has more cases than any other. Americans are the ones spreading it more than any other nationality, so, I guess we’re supposed to hate Americans given the preceding logic.) Even within the United States, citizens are often raised to have contempt for their neighboring state because, well, because someone drew a line somewhere.

Tribalism and nationalism strictly ignore what binds people everywhere together – the fact that we’re all people where by ‘people’ we mean human beings. Undoubtedly it is difficult for nations to fight a wars if their troops think of the animals they’re fighting as anything more than that. Here, I’m reminded of a line from the movie Saving Private Ryan (I think) where one or the troops asks another, “Why are we fighting the Germans if we’re probably going to be friends 30 years from now?” (I’m paraphrasing). People everywhere have more in common than they think such as the need for food, clean air and water, shelter, friendship, intimacy, and a sense of belonging (e.g. tribalism). Of course there are nuances to these concepts but the point is people often have to conceptually go out of their way to dehumanize others in order to get a sense of any self-worth. Why should this be the case?

This shouldn’t be the case because it is clear that throughout history cooperation between people has been more productive than going to war or worse, committing to genocide. Squabbling over irrelevant things like which side of an egg to crack open accomplishes nothing and wastes time, though to be sure, people have killed each other for less, such as being a woman. What’s really at stake when people commit wholeheartedly to tribalism or nationalism is power, that goddamn exertion of power human beings are so bad at getting over. Certainly, Nietzsche’s Will to Power is more or less in the nature of all human beings, but it can be nurtured out of a person as easily as its flames are fanned by manipulative forces. Or, the Will to Power can be overcome by introspection. I overcame it through self-analysis when I realized (fortunately early enough) that I didn’t like people telling me what to do, especially when they didn’t have good reasons for wanting me to do what they wanted. This allowed me to examine the world through consecutively larger lenses.

And so I came to a point where I realized it’s irrelevant that I happen to be American by an accident of birth. (I find it repugnant when people do this, are proud of something they had no choice in being.) I could go so far as to say that I have so little in common – value wise –  with my countrymen and women that I’m actually not American. I’m a simple human being, much the same as any other, and if I owe allegiance to any group – which I don’t – it would be the human race whether that person is red, white, blue, or black. It doesn’t matter which country’s ideology one subscribes to, one is still part of the whole. We should then act accordingly because the differences one makes along ideological lines are less than the lines drawn between species (though, even at that point, we’re all still living things). The more one sees the bigger picture, the closer we can become. Divisions we’re supposed to prescribe to are typically driven by the rich and powerful. Recognize this and the less likely we are to be coerced to kill for them in wars. The only way I could possibly find myself fighting for my country of birth is if the entire world was at risk, such as in World War II. The ‘War on Terrorism,’ a situation the U.S. helped create, not so much. I’m sure I would fight for my own preservation, but until that’s required of me I have better things to do.

There are still many countries to visit and many cultures to experience. I find it fascinating to do so because one never knows when they’re going to come across a situation where they find people doing things better than they were doing within their own culture. And this is the value of experiencing other cultures; it allows you to see problems in a new light and therefore possibly solve them with different thinking. In the supposed words of Albert Einstein, “We cannot solve problems with the same kind of thinking that created them,” which he apparently said upon musing about a post-nationalist, post-militaristic world. It is clear no one culture is superior to another in successfully propagating the human race or in securing its future, so why is the idea so widely subscribed to? We already know and we already know that it’s false.

I owe allegiance to no country because no country has demonstrated it is superior to any other. (Proponents of American exceptionalism are easily defeated and will not be entertained here.) My allegiances are made on a case by case basis. My judgements are cast on a case by case basis. The world is too rich, too ripe for exploration to remain within one’s shell for too long. For it’s a myth that the shell offers protection. It does provide insulation, where being too cozy with one’s own ideas for too long leads to mental weakness, inflexibility, and worst of all, controllability. These are not a good things. If humanity as a whole would only recognize themselves as such, as human, the fewer robots there would be hell-bent on destroying it all.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

My Top 5 Favorite Movies


Not to piss on George Orwell or nothin’ since 1984 is one of my favorite books, but, screw Citizen Kane. It’s in black and white for shit’s sake; the cinematography is not exactly ahead of its time like much of Orwell’s visions. Sure, it’s a good movie, but great? Mmm, only if you think Orwell’s steely eyes make for good acting. No, I’ve got my own favorites you archaic ol’ movie critics.

It is an incredibly difficult task to ask me what my favorite Top 5 of anything is. Most of what constitutes my Top 5 for any given list depends on how many bills came in the mail yesterday, what time the cats want to be fed, and my wife’s horoscope. Or, maybe I’m just moody. But, there are some movies I can watch over and over again, these more than others, for particular reasons.

5 – Saving Private Ryan (1998) – This one narrowly beat out Platoon as my favorite war movie. While Platoon was so gritty it was heartbreaking, Saving Private Ryan added a more specific human element by narrowing the focus of its wartime drama which resulted in me crying like a little bitch at the end. In the beginning of the movie, an aged veteran wonders “Was I good man?” before the movie launches into a heart-pounding D-Day sequence that makes you never want to go to war while making us think this movie is all about Tom Hank’s character. Oh, the swerve on that one. While these days I question the necessity of war – some of the characters in the movie do as well – I find it hard to spit on the humanitarian spirit of this movie (though some critics consider the movie’s plot to be a bit ham-fisted). By the time this one was over, I was also asking myself if I were a good man. I still ask myself if I’m a good man every time I see it. [As a bonus, the name of this film resulted in one of the more clever porn movie titles ever, Shaving Private Ryan.]

4 – Meatballs (1979) – Bill Murray as a camp counselor. That right there basically screams “instant classic.” What sets this comedy apart from other comedy of its time for me are all the nut-ball characters among the counselors and the kids they’re in charge of. In particular, as I was at the time something of a misfit myself, I identified with Chris ‘Who?’ Mackepiece’s character who wasn’t much liked by anyone but Murray’s character ‘Tripper.’ Not to rest solely on the strength of characterizations, the movie plots a conflict with a rival camp that results in one of the most inspiring rally speeches (by Murray) in cinematic history. I could recite the speech even now not having seen the movie since last year, but I suggest you watch it instead. While by now the cinematography sure seem dated (digital re-mastering in aisle five, please!), the movie’s themes – the power of friendships and determination – certainly are not.

3 – Rocky (1976) – Rocky defined then, now, and forever the cinematic underdog archetype. You couldn’t get more of a longshot than boxer Rocky Balboa at the start of this movie. Pit him against one charismatic asshole of a champion in Apollo Creed, and you can’t help but place all your money on the guy you know is going to lose. Only, by the time the fight enters the last round, after Rocky gets up after Micky is yelling at him to stay down, you think this meat bag can win. Shit, you still think Rocky can win after he gets back up and goads Apollo after you’ve seen the movie for the fifth time! [Partly the music’s fault; a flawlessly scored movie by Bill Conti.] I still recall seeing this movie in the theater with my father and everyone was literally cheering the screen for Rocky to win. You don’t forget stuff like that, ever (particularly the fact that Stallone acts in this one). Now, Rocky is the film by which all other underdog films are judged by.

2 – Pink Floyd’s The Wall (1982) – The sucker punch of emotions, wicked animation, and of course the music results in one of the greatest movies of all time and certainly the greatest movie musical of all time. (Chicago and Grease are also great but are nowhere near my Top 5.) The main character, Pink; this guy’s got issues. Not only does he have an abandonment issue with his father dying in WWII, that abandonment issue results in mommy issues as well. He has alienated himself so thoroughly that his wife takes up with another man, leaving Pink to construct a mental ‘wall’ to keep others out. (As Pink is a musician, his ‘wall’ also manifests itself through his art, providing biting social commentary.) Give Pink some drugs while he tries to break through all the madness and you’re left with one really f’ed up movie. Oh, and his teacher doesn’t like him, not one bit. Many people believe Roger Waters was insane when he wrote The Wall but that belief depends on where you think that fine line between madness and genius actually is.

1 – The Matrix (1999) – Forget the sequels for a moment and consider this movie on its own terms. When this movie came out I was just beginning to get deep into philosophy. While many philosophers deride The Matrix for superficially addressing its philosophical topics, the sheer number of philosophical conundrums raised by noir rebels and the guardians of the titular ‘matrix’ alike is mind-boggling (pun intended). Then there’s the matter of the special effects which were groundbreaking for its time, set a standard, and almost twenty years later have aged well. Throw in some awesomely choreographed kung fu and bullet riddled carnage, and this is a great movie for people who enjoy having their thoughts provoked while fists fly. I can recite this movie almost word for word much to the annoyance of basically everyone. I suspect you’re all Agents…