25-01-2015, 06:40 PM
Right-wingers are having multiple orgasms over this film. Apparently assassins and torturers are the new American heroes, something every American boy should aspire to.
http://lookingglass.blog.co.uk/2015/01/2...-19992755/
There was praise in the Bay Area's Chronicle for the Eastwood film, critic Mick LaSalle arguing that American Sniper' was nuanced and multi-layered and carried much deeper messages than bloodlust and hatred, but LaSalle is wrong, dangerously wrong.
Early returns from the Tweeting community call for killing Arabs,' many using the terminology of fascism, describing them as "vermin." "Now I really want to kill some fucking ragheads," crowed one happy theater-goer. The web is filled with such now, an ugly presage of what we have in store after a record-breaking, ninety-million-dollar opening weekend for the Hollywood version of the killing career of Chris Kyle.
Eastwood celebrates a man who bragged of a blood lust, proud of his verified kills,' four tours with the American military in Iraq and Afghanistan, and gilds his pathology with the Hitler-loved-dogs treatment. Depicted as a warm-hearted man with doubts, a cold-hearted man devoid of any real human connection is now a hero to much of impressionable, stupid America. Kyle's fans on Twitter are mostly young, white, and apparently lost to sensibilities of any kind.
The Kyle story and Eastwood's sick encomium fit comfortably into a society which has a growing erotic fascination with violence and destruction. All of this was quite predictable.
http://lookingglass.blog.co.uk/2015/01/2...-19992755/
There was praise in the Bay Area's Chronicle for the Eastwood film, critic Mick LaSalle arguing that American Sniper' was nuanced and multi-layered and carried much deeper messages than bloodlust and hatred, but LaSalle is wrong, dangerously wrong.
Early returns from the Tweeting community call for killing Arabs,' many using the terminology of fascism, describing them as "vermin." "Now I really want to kill some fucking ragheads," crowed one happy theater-goer. The web is filled with such now, an ugly presage of what we have in store after a record-breaking, ninety-million-dollar opening weekend for the Hollywood version of the killing career of Chris Kyle.
Eastwood celebrates a man who bragged of a blood lust, proud of his verified kills,' four tours with the American military in Iraq and Afghanistan, and gilds his pathology with the Hitler-loved-dogs treatment. Depicted as a warm-hearted man with doubts, a cold-hearted man devoid of any real human connection is now a hero to much of impressionable, stupid America. Kyle's fans on Twitter are mostly young, white, and apparently lost to sensibilities of any kind.
The Kyle story and Eastwood's sick encomium fit comfortably into a society which has a growing erotic fascination with violence and destruction. All of this was quite predictable.