As the title says, a displaced Brooklynite living in self imposed exile in Portland, Oregon. My name is Edith Spencer, and I write and do research for plays, screenplays and articles.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Nobel Peace Prize
Now I really feel like a slacker.
Three years ago, no one knew about him, say that he was the honorable Senator from Illinois with a funny name.
The 2009 Nobel Peace Prize now goes to that guy with the funny name:
“The Norwegian Nobel Committee has decided that the Nobel Peace Prize for 2009 is to be awarded to President Barack Obama for his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples. The Committee has attached special importance to Obama’s vision of and work for a world without nuclear weapons.
“Obama has as President created a new climate in international politics. Multilateral diplomacy has regained a central position, with emphasis on the role that the United Nations and other international institutions can play. Dialogue and negotiations are preferred as instruments for resolving even the most difficult international conflicts. The vision of a world free from nuclear arms has powerfully stimulated disarmament and arms control negotiations. Thanks to Obama’s initiative, the United States is now playing a more constructive role in meeting the great climatic challenges the world is confronting. Democracy and human rights are to be strengthened.”
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Capitalism: A Love Story
I went to see Michael Moore's Capitalism: A Love Story yesterday.
It seems that Michael gets better and better as a filmmaker, and here, he goes back to the beginning- to Roger and Me, to his childhood, to all the stories about the American way of life that he was taught to revere, and what he saw done to his home town and then to his country.
There is something potent there, of a man of at the very height of his outrage, yet for the grandstanding (which is muted)and the very funny satiric parts, it's the people's stories that get through, and the way Michael simply shows malfeasance. He does not have to lecture, or hector, or explain it all. The stories are relentless, and his smart linking of these stories together leaves one breathless with shock and dismay and anger and strangely enough, hope.
There were critics in the local weekly who sniffed that Michael did not have any answers and was nothing but a grandstander, a cheap populist. Interesting, since most film students know that a documentary, at it's heart, does not propose to come up with answers; it is an act of storytelling that follows and asks questions of a subject.
Go see it.