Our Dark Passenger

I’ve always had a thing for Dexter. 

It’s not because I like stories about serial killers, who as it turns out are rarer in real life than a kind word  from Trump chief of staff Stephen Miller. 

But we’ll get to him later.

Do we have tooooo???

See, Dexter is a guy who only kills other killers.  Or abusers.  People considered by normal society to be the “worst of the worst.”

Needless to say, the society we live in now is anything but normal. 

So, when you think of it, what better time for him to come back?  He’s a welcome antidote, nee solution, to some of the worst situations and people in the news.

If only he and say, Law and Order SVU’s Olivia Benson were real.  Imagine all the problems they could solve. 

Get em Liv!

Not to mention, Dexter always cleans up after himself.

Meticulously.

This week the fourth iteration in the Dexter universe, Dexter: Resurrection, dropped on Paramount+.  It’s highly watchable and Michael C. Hall hasn’t lost any of the charismatic creepiness that put the character  in the pantheon of iconic TV anti-heroes.

He’s baaaack

If bad people lurk among us, and they do, a random good person who crosses Dexter’s path can pretty much count on him to do the right thing and protect or save them from evil.  It doesn’t always work for those who get too close to him because, well, it’s not safe to hang out with a serial killer, or most especially have him as a close friend or family member. 

But for most of the rest of us, he’s an ironic guardian angel.  A cheeky just desert for, well, one can only imagine.

I haven’t caught up with the new Superman movie yet but by most accounts it’s pretty great and David Corenswet, in the titular role, understands that you don’t have to be perfect to be a hero.  Yes, you need to be handsome and jacked, but you can also be goofy, funny, nerd charming and even… half-Jewish!

did I mention criminally handsome?

The latter might mean nothing to you but it would have done wonders for me in my childhood.

And beyond.

And yes, you’re reading this right.  Superman and Dexter both have something in common.  When push comes to shove their actions are modern-day heroic.  They just go about it differently. But by any rational definition the only people they kill and capture are the obvious and proven bad guys and gals.  No discrimination by skin color, wealth, age, social status or connections.

No discrimination here!

If only we had them just outside of L.A. this week when a California farm worker died from injuries in a massive, masked ICE raid on two farms where more than 300 people were arrested, a number of them in this country legally, and at least 10 of them children. 

Or in my neighborhood on the fourth of July where three long-time employees of the Santa Palm Car Wash were taken away by a bunch of unidentified goons who waited until the Palm’s manager was on a bathroom break to strike. 

This being West Hollywood, there were, of course, a few X-rated bon mots uttered by one observer, despite the guns and bogeyman stocking caps.  Click on the link and scroll down to hear them.

West Hollywood stand up

And thanks to the BBB just passed in Congress, ICE will be receiving in the neighborhood of $100 BILLION in the next five years, making it by far the biggest and most well-financed law enforcement agency in the history of the United States, far outstripping the FBI and the DEA.

Which means that every big melting pot American city could use the services of not only Dexter and Superman, but every member of the Marvel Universe, along with Hell Boy and The Incredibles for the really offbeat cases. (Note:  We in the Hollywood Hills claim Edna “E” Mode).

She’s in

And let’s not even get started with Alligator Alcatraz in the Florida Everglades, where POTUS gleefully imagined escaping prisoners swimming from side to side to avoid crocodiles.  But why wouldn’t they try to Get Out!  Those inmates, who are read no rights and given no hearings, are shoved 40 a piece into a rodent-infested cage with three non-private toilets and occasional worm-filled food.

And American Buyers beware!  Variations of those concentration camp-ish-like “detainment centers” will be available in a town near you within the next year or so, thanks to the BBB.

Inside of my brain

Ironically, this entire Gestapo-like immigration policy is the brainchild of none other than the aforementioned Stephen Miller, a native of Los Angeles (Note: Liberal Santa Monica to be exact) and fellow Jew who grandparents migrated to America from Europe to escape the Holocaust.

Mr. Miller is a lifelong provocateur, whose failed campaign for student government at Santa Monica High School featured an infamous vitriolic rant where he proclaimed, in a moment of thinly-veiled race-baiting as a young teenager, that he absolutely refuses to pick up his trash at school because “we have plenty of janitors to do it for us!’

Dexter is prepping

His anger at the Latino population, which accounted for about 35% of his high school (Note: Not including the janitors) is well-known and documented.  But don’t take my word for it.  You can google him or read this article in the L.A. Times last week.

One tidbit quotes a derisive letter 16-year-old Stevie wrote to his school newspaper about them, blithely noting, “there are usually very few, if any Hispanic students in my honors classes,” and later profusely complaining about the absurdity of school announcements being made in both English and Spanish to accommodate recent immigrants. 

God he is just the worst

There is also a particularly disturbing story from one of his best friends from middle school, who specifically recalled Mr. Miller called him up right before they started high school, out of the blue, to curtly tell him he could no longer be friends with him because of his acne, lack of confidence and Latino heritage. 

“It was pretty cruel, even for a teenager,” the former friend remembered some 25 years later to the reporter in what would be the understatement of the month if this were any other administration or any other year.

If only there was “someone” heroic enough to put an end to his present day cruelties.

So to speak.

Bonnie Tyler – Holding Out For a Hero

Did I Almost Forget about the Oscars?

I’ve been excited for the announcement of the Oscar nominations every year for more than half a century.  I’m not sure exactly when and why it started but my earliest memory is being a really, really happy little boy when I heard Mary Poppins got a ton of nominations AND several months later literally  jumping up and down screaming when Julie Andrews walked up to the stage to accept the trophy as best actress.

Thinking about it now I wonder:

How did they not know I was gay?

Oh Mary!

Well okay, that’s not the only thought I have in my head. 

I am also recalling years when I rehearsed my own Oscar speech (in anticipation of a win even though I had yet to ever work on a movie); others when I was a reporter and actually had to get up at 5 in the morning to cover the damn thing live at the Academy (Note: Be careful what you wish for); and still others where I voluntarily woke up at 5 in the morning at home to watch it on TV and not miss a moment of elation or outrage.

And I’m only slightly embarrassed to admit that I was still doing that last one as a recently as, well, ahem, not that long ago.

Why? 

OK well yes…

I don’t know.  Why do you care about the Super Bowl or the World Series; the NBA Playoffs, Wimbledon or Monday Night Football; Paris Fashion Week, the Cannes Film Festival, the Grammys or the winner of Eurovision?

Maybe you don’t or maybe you do but in life it’s nice to look forward to something.

Finding joy where we can

Well, that ended this year.  It’s not that I wasn’t tracking potential nominees but on the twice-postponed Oscar nomination announcement day I woke up, did my morning routine (Note: Use your imagination), hung out and, right before leaving the house at 11 suddenly thought, ‘oh right, the Oscars. I better…check?’

It was kind of surreal.

Who am I?

Perhaps it’s age or the movies, but I don’t think so.  Maybe it’s the fact that parts of L.A. were on fire several weeks ago hastening the delay (Note: During which I did have to evacuate my house) so I got that and a lot of dates confused.  Not likely.

Mostly it was because I was keeping my mind on a bunch of other announcements that didn’t involve a svelte golden statuette but an engorged orange (and profoundly non-statuesque) one. 

Ugh

But these announcements were actually orders for actions that were not democratically voted on.  Things like:

  1. Releasing more than 1500 violent criminals from jail who severely beat up cops and broke into and entered the Capitol building, where they hunted down members of Congress (Note: And occasionally stopped to smear feces on the walls and destroy offices) all in order to subvert the peaceful transfer of power to a new president they didn’t vote for four years ago.
  2. Revoking President Lyndon B. Johnson’s 1965 order that guaranteed people of color and women equal opportunity to be hired, trained and employed by any agency in the federal government or any company or person who has a contract with said government, and
  3.  A termination to birthright U.S. citizenship even though it is literally written into the 14th amendment to the U.S. Constitution that anyone born in the U.S. IS a citizen of the U.S.

For further elucidation and analysis of said announcements and their implications you can also check out these articles in Axios and the NY Times.  Or simply use the google with the key words: recent executive orders for the source of your choice.

Do not judge me

As for the Oscar nominations, anyone who follows these things or longs for a little competitive glamour or excellence in their lives courtesy of the movies, or is simply slightly film obsessed, has their favorites and their inexcusables.  For me, it’s Timothée Chalamet’s performance in A Complete Unknown because I’m not sure how anyone can sound and act exactly like Bob Dylan, pretend they’re a young guy in the sixties, croon a tune to a pretend Woody Guthrie and go on to sing with and make love to a fake Joan Baez without making it a complete parody.  (Note: Also because his best actor Oscar for Call Me By Your Name got stolen by Gary Oldman seven years ago.  And no, I don’t forget).

Was this the most important cinematic moment of the year?  Certainly not.  But for me it was the most impressive and, anyway, as we all should know by now, that’s not what the Oscars are all about.

Nor should it be.

Also… sorry Timmy but better luck next time

The importance monicker is usually most omni-present in the best picture category, which pretty consistently reserves slots for movies that say something about social issues (Note: Forgetting the fact that ALL movies are social comments on our world), as well as advance the best of technology, execution or contemporary messages to be had from movies during that year. 

Personally, I think expanding the best picture category from a limit of five nominations to these days as many as TEN nominations (Note: It works through a weighted scale the Academy concocted that is too cumbersome to explain in anything less than a term paper) is somewhat equivalent to being awarded a yearly participation award in a small, local day camp.

“And you get an Oscar… and you… and you!”

Okay, perhaps that’s a bit much but AMPAS voting to expand the list of possible nominees in 2009 seemed more like a marketing tool for studios due to lagging box-office than anything else.

But in an age where our new 78-year-old POTUS just announced that Mel Gibson, Sylvester Stallone and Jon Voight are to serve as his special ambassadors to Hollywood (Note: News to them, since it was relayed only in a tweet, but fitting since they all reached stardom in those regrettable, greed is good eighties), it’s a welcome relief.

I will not go!

See, unlike MAGA voters the vast majority of all 10 best picture nominees this year focused on stories about diversity, equity and inclusion in regards to immigration, race, trans/LGBT representation, ageism, economic inequality and/or religious persecution.  And if you look back in history that tends to happen when political leaders spend their time taking away rights or lashing out at specific communities for power, or profit or simply because they can.

As I tell my students, movies are not life but, on the whole, they tend to absolutely reflect real life and the issues we, as a society are concerned about in that moment.

AMEN

This is why this year I am thrilled to have as many as TEN, if not more, best picture nominees vying for the Oscar.  I might be selling out my long-held views for political gain, but hey, at least it’s not to stay in office.

As for the list of this year’s films, they are: Anora, The Brutalist, A Complete Unknown, Conclave, Dune: Part Two, Emilia Perez, I’m Still Here, Nickel Boys, The Substance, and Wicked.

Let the voting begin

I’d be happy with any of them winning.  And not only because Gibson, Stallone, Voight had absolutely nothing to do with any of them, and they address rights and issues they and the guy they will be ambassador-ing for want to roll back and, preferably, erase.

Though, that helps. 

A lot.

Jonathan Bailey – “Dancing Through Life” (from Wicked)