On the subject of Kulturkampf, you might recall that I recently gave a positive review to the first three installments of “Diary Of A Wimpy Kid” movies. I have since viewed last year’s fourth installment, this one with an all-new cast as the original actors had aged out of their roles.
Don’t bother with 2017’s “Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul.” It’s bad. The only good thing in it, is that Alicia Silverstone fills her predecessor’s shoes well as the GenX mom. She’s easy on the eyes and her acting is good. The rest of the movie is awful. The big thing, and this ties in with Superbowl commercials — is that blacks comprise about half of all the extras in any scene. And that’s with most of the film being set in unnamed farmland-USA locations. As with Superbowl commercials, just about all of the background non-speaking couples are interracial.
Similar heavy-handedness was seen in Superbowl ads. I watch TV once a year, so my eyes are perceptive. Apparently all upcoming Netflix and HBO series are so chock-full of constipated negro faces, that I can’t imagine why anyone would want to watch them.
The Hillary Clinton’esque T-Mobile commercial was the epitome of the system’s solipsism. The female narrator’s voice, borrowed from a Soviet commissar, cracked angrily as she told the newborns that they are free to pursue r-selected reproductive and resource-poaching strategies when they grow up.
What occurs to me when I watch television once a year, is that they push togetherness so hard. But nobody wants to be “together.” We want to be apart, with our own people, exception granted when some kinds of folks are OK with imposing themselves on others in a take-everything, give-nothing arrangement.
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