December 18th, 2009
|09:55 pm - Excellent Film: Men Who Stare At Goats|
Now to talk about a movie that I’ve actually seen. I cannot recommend Men Who Stare At Goats enough. Whether or not any of the events in the film are remotely true is irrelevant. What is relevant is that it’s a story about heroism, spiritual searching, and above all hope. In addition to amazing acting by George Clooney, Ewan McGregor, Jeff Bridges, & Kevin Spacey, it was also well written, and in general quite well done. It’s as humane as one expects from recent films that Clooney has been in. Looking around Wikipedia about it, I find that the director, Grant Heslov is Clooney’s business partner and was also the producer and screenwriter of Good Night, and Good Luck.
As for the film itself, it was essentially about hope, dreams, and spirituality, and was one of the few films to clearly show how the best spiritual teachers are often simultaneously, wise, powerful, barking mad, and clever con artists, and the later two don’t negate their power and wisdom. It’s also only a much less direct level about how the optimism & hope of the 1970s became the nastiness of the 1980s, a topic that I’ve discussed before. It’s also a film about positive ideas about masculinity, which is unsurprising given that there are no women in the film, and it also shows some of the ways portrayals of masculinity have changed since then. Best of all, it’s not remotely didactic, it’s a film about a wannt be gonzo journalist and an odd guy who used to work in a government psychic warrior program that contains much brilliance in it.
Current Mood: pleased
one of the few films to clearly show how the best spiritual teachers are often simultaneously, wise, powerful, barking mad, and clever con artists, and the later two don’t negate their power and wisdom.
Oooo. Insta-recommend. I keep trying to tell people this.
|Date:||December 19th, 2009 10:10 am (UTC)|| |
I haven't seen (and don't want to see) the film; it sounds like the exact antithesis of the book it was based on, i.e. a non-fiction investigation of the most bizarre crack-pottery ever funded by the Pentagon.
(Jon Ronson isn't a wannabe gonzo journalist; he's a British stand-up comedian turned journalist-investigating-nutball-cults-and-conspiracy-theorists.)
Wolfling and I have been wanting to see this.
I may take myself to a matinee today, assuming it's still playing somewhere nearby.