How are we to take such characters 'seriously' or even begin to vicariously enjoy their
adventures? Well, the writers, directors, special effects technicians (O, excuse me, I mean 'dudes'), and
cameramen involved with Iron Man think they've found the solution to
that problem; just plunk your Superhero onto the contemporary landscape
of Afghanistan via Malibu Beach, then dip his personality liberally in Hip Hollywood-New York Cynicism
-you know, the 'profound' amoral ambiguity
characteristic of disturbing folks like Quentin Tarrantino. Do, in
words, whatever you have to do to disguise the innate puerility, the
hopelessly narcissistic solipsism of your Slick American Superhero. You
pitch the gag that he (in this case a weapons maker and dealer)
has undergone a genuine change of heart and emerged fully
our war mongering 'President', our Slick American Hero becomes (in a
flash) a "born again" man (for the money). Fast with a gun, faster with a quip! Wham! Shazam! Thank you, Mam!
And just like that, glamorous Playboy weaponeer Tom Stark is transformed before our very eyes
into the cyborg boy scout, Iron Man. Proof of this transformation is
seen in his preoccupation with his home made high gear super-techno
suit which raises him aloft into the skies like Jesus. Technology
is his saviour. Science replaces Spirit and his controlling interest in
his father's Corporation
gives him all the money he needs to further
his 'change of heart'. Duh! Only Miss Pepper Potts is
dumbly devoted enough
to believe that tripe ... and, I guess, millions of movie goers so
desperately depressed they 'pretend' that it's so. Hey kids,
Tinker Bell is dying! Everybody out there who
believes in Tink clap your hands, clap 'em loud and clap 'em hard, help
keep Tink alive! (They call this part "audience
participation" -it's digitally embedded in the soundtrack of the flick!) Code name: 'Operation Bluebird'
Well, while I for one believe in Tinker Bell, I find it much harder to believe in Iron Man. I think it must be all that toxic heavy metal, the
engineering and mining contamination (never alluded to in the film, but obviously
present) that undermines my faith in him. That, and his visual-genetic proximity to mighty Tasers, his resemblance to Robocops and Terminators. Where did we first see these fascist techno-visions? O, Hollywood, ain't it weird just to be alive!
I confess, sometimes these comic book characters
can really get to me. I mean, who is Iron Man in 'real' life? Does he ever do anything 'normal' like, maybe, take out the trash or cook breakfast? Where
was he and what was he doing with his explosive Super-Power-Technology when 9/11/2001 just
'happened'? Would he know how to make Skyscrapers collapse like
pancakes? Where are these Superheroes when you need them?
In their Heroic Righteousness do they ever 'accidentally' kill innocent people? Ho-hum.
ever so sly visual gimmicks found in American film and television still (unfortunately) pass for wit among
us media addicts conditioned as we are to see in them intelligent and even
meaningful forms of 'sophistication'
-they give us and our
heroes what we like to call 'style' ! It's part and parcel of our high-tech shock and awe programming. In America style
spin is packaging is the cloaking of the substance our corporate culture doesn't offers us. Inside all our stylish posturing is TOXIC lack
A shadowy, mysterious void filled with nothing but the promise of ever
more empty Propaganda. I mean when all the techno-dust settles, The Matrix is just a matrix.
Mental junk food enriched with preservatives and synthetic neural pheromones. But wow, it sure "tastes good"
-huh? Let's hear it for those chocolate covered Snickers!
Inside The Matrix
Dress up your fantasy in stunning high-tech armor, spray it with red and gold
paint, put Robert Downey Jr. inside and you have another 'hit' flick
for the profit investor's market. Brand 'new' spin-packaging for
Marvel Pictures, and Big Macs. Seated in my chosen Tinseltown movie
house, feeling ever so 'cool' in my air-conditioned escape from the
never ending "War On Terror" (as well as the
muggy heat of Shreveport) I still could not bring myself to chuckle knowingly when Iron
Man -after his harrowing escape from the Raghead Terrorists-
that his most pressing need was to (get this one) consume an American Cheeseburger!
My liver audibly (and all but verbally) demanded an instant dose of
high quality Milk
Don't get me wrong, I have my own jaded sense of humor, I drink
coffee laced with real cream (daily) and smoke nasty cigarettes. Even an
occasional cigar. I don't quite buy full spectrum 'purity'. But when
Robert Downey uttered that cheeseburger line I saw Cint Eastwood grabbing his Fistful Of Dollars for 'taking out' Charlie Chaplin's Tramp. So it goes, as Kurt would say, the children's dance with death:
When is War not War?
When it's entertainment.
When it's a movie like Saving Private Ryan, not a film like Paths Of
Cheeseburgers for Iron Man, Springtime
for Hitler and Germany. What's going on in America? Last time I sat
inside this Louisiana
I came to see "The Passion Of The Christ" -another totally bonkers
movie! But that was in Winter during an ice storm and then I was escaping
into heat. What possible connection exists between the two Superheroes Christ
and Iron Man? A penis? The notion
that violence, torture, and penance
are virtual reality fun? Technology is 'neutral' and movies
around to 'entertain' us ? O sure, right, yeah ... and Obama,
and McCain are the three persons comprising the sublime mystery of the
Holy Trinity! Gimme a break. Thank you, I'll take some Skull
& Bones in my politics and a heap of red hot chilis on my
(whole wheat bun, please) cheeseburger!
Iron Man is the Tin Man of Oz gone pyrotechnic.
Bush is US -(in case you've somehow failed to notice)- is the Composite American Jesus
practicing dry humor on imaginary hits of whiskey, nutra-sweet, and tonic. We see now
through a scanner, darkly. Even children's comic
are serious. Every movie you'll ever see is a potential terrorist
threat. Newsflash -the notoriously celebrated Disneyland-Hollywood
franchise collectively dreams of electric sheep. I mean, believe it or not, Shirley Temple
actually met ET on the good ship Lollipop! (It was, as they say, an
Dick was fond of saying we live inside the Black Iron Wall ever
since Rome turned into the American Empire, -just not convincingly enough
to fool all of us all of the time. Of course the now dead Dick
is Hip America's favorite 'paranoid' author. Yet I noticed, as the
interminable credits rolled by, that Iron Man was filmed with
assistance from the
Who hides inside Iron Man's cyborg suit? Certainly not
Charlie Chaplin cause he was Blacklisted by Homeland Security
along with Dalton Trumbo and Bertolt Brecht. Could it be the
techno-spirit of the dark devil himself, Michael Chertov? Isn't
"dualistic citizenship" a modern form of pseudo-saintly "bilocation" ?
Just WHO is "remotely viewing" WHOM and what does all that have to do
with HAARP and DARPA ? Oh, Paradiso, my Hawaii!!!
Vast Active Living Intelligence Systems
Welcome to the
Inner Sanctum where only The Shadow knows ... but
he drinks Bromo Seltzer. That's acetaminophen, sodium bicarbonate, and
citric acid. JFK
was assassinated by the American Establishment and 911 was an inside
job. Those same
"insiders" dropped the Murrah Building on the Wicked Witch in Oklahoma
where Poor Jud is dead and the wind don't come sweeping down the plains
no more. Everything's "up to date" in Kansas City, Oklahoma, and
Louisiana. They're all captured outposts within the Empire, and if you look real
close behind the corporate curtain you might even notice Iron Man's
fancy new PACEMAKER (it's in your face) -a gift from Dick
Cheney who has no use for a real, organic heart (and thinks you don't,
either!) Still, there are the outstandingly entertaining issues of
organ transplants, drug dealing, and human slave trade brought to us by
the government's legal terrorists. Not to mention the thriving POPPY
FIELDS OF AMERICAN OWNED AFGHANISTAN. The Fascists, indeed, are here wearing new techno gear. Who said that?
Yes, my fellow Consumers in Christ, Iron Man is another
corporately choreographed dance with death. So, if, like me you've been
foolishly contaminated just wash that borg right out of your hair some
enchanted evening when Mitzi Gaynor comes home to roost with Reverend
Wright. Take my queer word for it kids, absolutely nothin acts like a
dame anymore. Not these days. Ask Pepper Potts. Or Ben Affleck. Ask
Kinky war tramps everywhere you look. Ah, the
All the dead and dying from our Corporate Christian wars. Pat Tillman's
Superghost meets Geronimo's Stolen Skull in the Secret Tombs of the
priveleged Elite. Methinks dreams of Superheroes are singularly
WASPS -and clones of wasps. Could this have anything at all
to do with
the Colony Collapse Disorder among the Honey Bees ? The political
economic plan to starve the poor all over the planet ? If
Wright is correct and God is damning America are we to believe that
Iron Man in his starring role for Homeland Security will save us?
Is this what comes of staring at shadows moving on the wall? Entrancement? Social impotence? Ah,
there's the sting!
Après nous le déluge ?
And So it goes.
We got sunlight on the sand,
We got moonlight on the sea,
We got mangoes and bananas
You can pick right off the tree,
We got volleyball and ping-pong
And a lot of dandy games!
What ain't we got?
We ain't got brains!