July 26th, 2004


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if you're from saudi arabia and you're hitting this livejournal... hi. you represent a new part of the world to come past here, and that's just groove.
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Fahrenheit 9/11

Last night I went and saw Michael Moore's documentary Fahrenheit 9/11. I paid eleven bucks thirty, because the cinemas have jacked up the prices again.

I know all about cinemas: I spent a good five years working in them, four of those as a projectionist, in what one of my friends amusing called a career. It wasn't, mind, it was just a thing to do while working through uni, but I learnt a lot about the cinema industry of Australia. It is, for example, run by three companies that are firmly lodged in each others stock ownership. The result of this is that they can do anything they want in the cinema industry, and we have to choke it down. The running joke when I worked as a projectionist, was that we worked for the cinema mafia, because they had such a strangle hold over the country, that as soon as new companies began, they were crushed like Saddam Hussein in Iraq.

That rant over, Fahrenheit 9/11 is a passionate film, laced with humour. Content wise, it didn't present me with much that I didn't already know. I don't claim to have a great knowledge of American politics, but I have a passing one, and so I had already read about the Bin Laden family ties, and so forth. I didn't know about what happened to Bush on the day he was sworn in, or what happened on the floor of the Senate after the election, and a few others bits and pieces, however, so there were things to take away from the film. Taken, however, with the awareness that this is a passionate conversation from Moore to the audience about why America should not re-elect Bush in the following election.

It's a fair enough statement to say that, for this point of view, I was already in the camp. I don't think John Howard and the Liberal party should return, either, for their part in the Iraq war, and the joining of the Australian country to unsettling regional projects like that stupid Missile Shield thing. However, I saw it with L., who freely admitted that she believed the documentary was going to come across more like someone pointing out all the problems and be just one long whine about the subject. By the end of the film, she told me that she didn't think it came across that way and, even though it was one sided, it left her with a lot to think and talk about, which is what we did.

Which is reason enough to see the film, I reckon.
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The City of Dead.

A vegetable vendor was weighing a cabbage on a scales and put it in a basket dangling on a string a girl lowered from a balcony. The girl was identical with the one in my village who had gone made for love and killed herself. The vegetable vender raised her face: she was my grandmother.

I thought:
"You reach a moment in life when, among the people you have known, the dead out number the living."

--Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities.
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