And while not quite a blog post title, this review of the new Rambo had a great title:
RamboHate it when that happens.
HE JUST WANTS TO HAND-FORGE IRON AND BE LEFT ALONE, BUT THEN A BLOND MISSIONARY SHOWS UP.
Rambo combines an unapologetic return to the grand action-movie tradition of blowing shit up (one explosion is so big, it leaves behind its own miniature mushroom cloud) with a Saw-era interest in close-ups of human viscera. . . .If you like seeing people blown in half, beheaded, and impaled, have a ball (but don't sit next to me on the subway home, please). If you don't, the horror of these images is hardly going to leave you pondering the plight of the Karen in Myanmar. Stallone has said that he hopes the film will raise awareness of the civil war there, but his use of actual news footage of Burmese atrocities as the film opens seems like a pious canard (and an invasion of privacy of the real people whose deaths we witness).Pass.
And while we are at Slate, an interesting essay on the role the feds played in perpetuating the sub-prime mess.
Forgot this little gem:
The phrase appears in Asia Times. Sigh."
Sully stole my "sigh." But it fits here. Thanks to Bush, Cheney, we are a torturing people.