The Good Shepherd [2006)

Sending under duress.

Orlando Furioso.

Ezra Pound.

Fighting in the captain’s tower.

Two Sikh kids.

Kim Philby.

Gladio.

Mossad.

Deep state.

Jay Lovestone.

Fake socialist?

Fake communist?

Real CIA asset?

Fake AFL-CIO advisor?

American exceptionalism.

Anti-communist unions?!?

Philby defected.

Golitsyn as Snowden.

Timothy Dalton.

Cello.

Don’t know the Russian soul.

Continually insisted.

Analysis paralysis.

Beware China.

Israeli nukes.

Trudeau communist.

John Watkins.

Death during questioning.

Montreal hotel room.

RCMP.

ASIO.

Resigned 1974.

Rehired 1975.

The Wohlstetters plotting 9/11.

Teaching false-flags to chickenshit Wolfowitz and others.

Perle.

Rumsfeld.

Focusing on Pearl Harbor.

Telegraphing “new Pearl Harbor”.

PNAC.

Red October.

Colin Powell gone.

Alec Baldwin bizarre shooting.

Red October.

Halloween Massacre.

Pipes.

Grand Forks.

Finland.

Buckley.

Skull and Bones.

Fake collapse.

Physical surveillance of Brit Hume.

Reading Jane Fonda’s mail from the Soviet Union.

Opening of PRC mail at JFK NYC.

MKULTRA.

Surveillance of dissident groups.

Surveillance in Detroit.

Victor Marchetti.

Approximately 10,000 US citizens under CIA surveillance for being antiwar.

Michael Gilday loyalty in question.

Frank Olson “jumped” out of a window.

Why did De Niro trash Trump for four years?

De Niro is CIA.

Why does Jolie push climate change bullshit?

Jolie is CIA.

Why was Alec Baldwin [real or simulated] made to assassinate his own director of photography?

Because he had mocked Trump for four years by way of impersonation.

Because he had become anti-American.

Because he repeatedly belittled half the country (the half that voted for Trump) on Twitter.

Because he was in The Hunt for Red October.

Because this was planned long ago.

Putin jails Navalny.

Xi launches a hypersonic, Earth-orbiting, nuclear-capable missile [space nuke].

U.S. military intelligence and special operations quietly take out Rumsfeld.

Then Colin Powell.

And then a masterfully-inscrutable humiliation PSYOP involving Alec Baldwin.

The message to Russia and China from Q group?

Don’t fuck with us.

A flourish.

A show of capability.

To infiltrate.

To message [signalling].

To rule the airwaves despite Chinese infiltration.

To operate and engineer.

To pull off a flawless mission.

Was Alec Baldwin given an offer he couldn’t refuse?

Perhaps Baldwin has been receiving money from the PRC?

In exchange for leniency, he was asked to do what he does best: act.

He was asked to pretend to shoot his director of photography.

Or one bullet was loaded and Baldwin was humiliated in a much darker way.

Perhaps Halyna Hutchins was fitted with blood packs.

Squibs.

Moving along a continuum, there are many possibilities.

But the purpose was to send a message to Russia and China.

All were told to keep quiet on the grounds of national security.

Six crew members leave.

Who do you think replaced them?

Special tactics.

-PD

Letter to Jane [1972)

Fucking goddamned brilliant.

It is not surprise.  An exclamation without an exclamation point.

It is a reaffirmation.

That Jean-Luc Godard and Jean-Pierre Gorin, in 1972, could dismantle the entire system imposing ill upon the world.

If their critique was not inclusive enough to include the shortcomings of communism, we must forgive them somewhat.

It really doesn’t matter that this film operates in a Chris Marker manner.

It was the right form to address a picture.  In fact, the spirit is much more akin to Antonioni’s Blow-Up.

The ontology of the image.

André Bazin.

This is the world from which Godard and Gorin emerge.

But the key touchstone may indeed be, as the filmmakers say, Uncle Bertolt.

Brecht.

Truth simple.  Telling the truth difficult.

Dziga Vertov.

Lenin.

It is a revelation to hear Godard speaking English.

Yes, there are no subtitles here (unless, perhaps, you are French and don’t understand English).

That makes this an especially important film for the English-speaking world.  Like British Sounds.

But most importantly this film encourages intellectual scrutiny of mass media.

Scrutiny of photographs.  Scrutiny of captions.  Scrutiny of context.

I think, therefore I am.

This is the acting default which we are told emerged (with sound) in the 1930s of Roosevelt’s New Deal.

Beware of pity (advises Stefan Zweig).

A town without pity.  Gene Pitney.  Pithy.

No filmmaker has been more bold, in every way, than Jean-Luc Godard.

But his collaborators deserve their due for standing by him.

Gorin.  Anne-Marie Miéville.

So many ways to be bold…

To show the futility of 3-D.  Actually, to show how mundane superheroes are.

Just one aspect in the latest installment of brilliance (Adieu au langage).

His latest, Letter to Jane, Histoire(s) du cinema

They all smash to bits flailing failures like San Andreas.

It’s as if the master is saying, “Just think for a minute.”

But the master, JLG, dove into thought and grabbed handfuls of paradoxes.

That is the true artist.

That is the eternal man.

It makes me a bit emotional.

What dedication!

From Roxy the dog all the way back to Michel Poiccard.

It is hard to focus on just one episode in this immense body of work.

That said, the true message of Godard is elusive because his fame (and infamy) overshadow the meaning conveyed.

But his work says…carry on.

-PD

Tout va bien [1972)

This might be the most important film ever made.

You can’t start like that.

This whole “internal monolog” gets boring…

Illiterate Joyce fanatic.

After fucking around for four years, Godard and Gorin (like Marx and Engels) finally got the funding needed to deal a deathblow to bourgeois capitalism.  Bourgeois?  Monopoly.  Monopoly?

I feel film review coming on…itching like a well-known wool blanket.

Jane Fonda is devastatingly good in this.

Yves Montand nails it.

Godard and Gorin fling a manifesto at the world.  Hollywood has failed miserably in mustering a riposte.

Over 40 years ago.

Who speaks for Hollywood?

And who speaks for not Hollywood?

A state of mind more than a place.

New forms for new content.

Not Hollywood.

You know Jacques Tati and Jerry Lewis.

We get a hilarious choking performance from Vittorio Caprioli.

It’s not a thing to hide…the fact that one is marked for death.

But hidden it is.

A loudmouthed agitator who learned to unlearn.  Through books.

A conundrum.  No, there is no stopping being an intellectual.

If you don’t know the Dziga-Vertov Group’s work, you won’t realize that Tout va bien is actually reflective.

It is a perfect gentle art bomb.

No box office data.

Not what we meant anyway.

Must be a pain in the ass to parse these “reviews” on behalf of the control freaks.

A good psychologist would tell you to buy a mirror.  Buy some time.  Reflect.

But there are no good psychs…seems.

No, surely there are.

A lot (two words) of professions seem glutted with criminals.

And the psychs are there to define criminality.

Judges by the benison of nepotism.

By which we mean judges.  [new subject]

By this time they broke the fourth wall so efficiently and effortlessly.  With Jane Fonda.

The wrong woman.

Diegesis or die a Jesus?

Opacity of performance?

I think what they mean is, by being weird it causes the audience to ask, “Why are they being weird?”

Who cares.

Too beautiful to end there.

The most important.  Perhaps.

Can’t this motherfucker complete a goddamned sentence?

New forms for new content. (2)

Seriously, the boss has to piss!

And is that the cock from Persona?

Cock.  I never would’ve said it that way.

Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check.

She told me.

Double-spacing was an antiquated technique.  Something about a journalism degree.  I tried.

Obviously, people are watching.

Route me out of the main stream.  Rout.

I know my true brothers and sisters, but they remain invisible.

Little signals over the ether and we take the helm.

Rub your jade.

Yes.  Look look look.

Doesn’t matter.  They want you to know that clearly.

The movies where the hero is a shitbag who finally does the right thing at the end…and utters one last dying quotable.

Karate for life.  For instance.

Capitalize the first noun, and then shut the fuck up.  It’s just a title.

What’s in a goddamned name?

Shaky sphere at the globe.  On the shore.  Of a ditch.

The borr(o)wed.  Borr()wed.

Barred.

If there’s a right way to write about film, this ain’t it.

Unremitting self-referential showmanship.

Serves to defuse…de fuse.

Someday.  Someday.  A couple of holy grails will roll down the hill.

Goddamn.

-PD