Monday, August 20, 2018

The Trouble with Spike: When a Black Supremacist Propagandist Gets Played by a White Guy

By Disclaimer
August 15, 2018 at 7:58 a.m. GMT • 2,100 Words

Disclaimer responded to Steve Sailer.
 

I’ll give one compliment to Spike Lee. He tried to be an artist. Maybe not a good one, but he tried.

He often said the only working American director he really looks up to is Martin Scorsese. Not a bad [choice?], as Scorsese has been far and away the best American director since the 1970s. In style, De Palma could be just as formidable — CARLITO’S WAY, what a masterwork – and Spielberg is second to none as showman with fireworks. But as an artist, Scorsese had the best run. And even his failures are not total disasters (like some by Altman and De Palma).

So, I can appreciate Spike trying to be like Scorsese. But then, trying to be isn’t the same as being. Many tried to be like Kubrick but came nowhere close.
Lee’s problems.

1. Lack of humility. Scorsese has been a bundle of energy and must have had self-confidence to have done what he did. But he was also a man of profound humility and curiosity, great appreciation for the masters who came before him. In contrast, Lee was infected that black megalomania, as if all the blings belong to him. Even after Scorsese made masterpieces like RAGING BULL and GOODFELLAS, he didn’t go around saying he deserves this award, that award. He’s been very gracious to his peers. But Lee? Total jerk. Bitching about not winning at Cannes. Whining, bitching, and harping like a baby throwing tantrums. Lee’s basic nastiness of character prevented him from learning and developing as an artist. Every time he made a movie, he’d act like he was making an Event that everyone should pay attention to. At least Ali was a big personality, and his megalomania was fun and endearing. With kermit-faced Lee, it was like suffering Yoko Ono.

2. Preachiness + Tribalism. Moral and spiritual meanings are found in Scorsese films, but they are not preachy. Also, just because Scorsese is Italian-Americans and feels rapport with the community doesn’t make him go easy on his own people. In contrast, Lee’s films are like the works of Stanley Kramer that were heavy with the Message. Lee made movies around issues and topics than around characters and meanings. So, DO THE RIGHT THING is about Race Relations. JUNGLE FEVER is about race and sex. MO BETTER BLUES is about, well, ‘a black guy is entitled to make the best movie on jazz.’ (It doesn’t work that way.) MALCOLM X is a Black Nationalism 101. Black Spartacus. It’s like reading a magazine article on some subject or other.

Unlike Scorsese who presents tribalism as a feature of life, Lee practices tribalism as a film-maker, and this undermines even his preachiness. In DO THE RIGHT THING, the message is clear. It doesn’t matter how much Sal tries to be a nice guy. It doesn’t matter how much Raheem is a damn fool. In the end, Lee sides with blacks because he’s black.

Now, such tribalism is part of life, but an artist is supposed to dig deeper than “my side right or wrong.” Also, it undermines the preachy morality because Lee himself is unwilling to rise above tribalism. Why preach to us about justice when Lee’s ultimate consciousness is “blacks must stick together?”

3. Dishonesty. Whatever Scorsese’s real-life politics or views may be, he was honest as an artist. Sure, there were some things he couldn’t do. He couldn’t make the pimps black in TAXI DRIVER. And the Jews in WOLF OF WALL STREET had to be made more “white.” But there’s a sense of life with all the delirium, chaos, corruption and venality. MEAN STREETS is raw and honest about what goes on in the underbelly of Little Italy. Sidney Lumet was comparable to Scorsese with DOG DAY AFTERNOON and PRINCE OF THE CITY, but he got progressively worse and formulaic later on.

Lee would like us to believe that he is a truth-seeker and teller-like-it-is, but there’s something essentially phony and rigged about his stories. Contrary to DTRT’s [Do the right Thing’s] presentation of race relations, the ONLY group that caused real problems for everyone in NY were blacks. While every group may have gripes against others, it wasn’t very serious. Even Jews and Muslims pretty much get along just fine in NY except on issues of foreign policy. Whatever Mexicans and Chinese say about one another behind closed doors, they don’t cause each other trouble. The problem is blacks vs. everyone else. If Lee were truly honest, he would reveal why blacks cause so much trouble. They are tougher, meaner, more aggressive, and look down on other races. But he won’t go there, and just runs the same old BS with black fist salutes.

4. Lack of nuance or subtlety. Now, one can be an artist without refined sensibility or much wit. But some of Lee’s stylistic antics are just plain dumb. When the kid in CROOKLYN goes to visit the suburbs, Lee goes for squeeze-frame. It’s about the most hare-brained way of conveying alienation. Spielberg with ET in the suburbs had a subtler touch than Lee with the black girl.

Another lack of subtlety is the out-and-out Negrolatry. It’s one thing to have a profound feeling for one’s people. It’s quite another to turn them into sacred objects. In CROOKLYN, the little girl is more than a girl. She is the black angel-goddess of the Nile. It goes beyond mere sentimentality. It’s a form of idolatry, like the use of APPALACHIAN SPRING for HE GOT GAME.

In AMERICAN HISTORY X (by Tony Kaye), the idolatry was used ironically — white anxiety wrapped in an exaggerated cult of the Ubermensch, until the hero finally rediscovers his humanity — but Lee is too busy turning black faces and black bodies into sacred objects. Lee might have happier as a painter or graphic artist (in advertising). When characters are turned into sacred relics, they are rendered boring and predictable (which is why I don’t like some of Robert Redford’s movies with its saint-like characters, or holy-schmoly preachy messages; he avoided it in THE CONSPIRATOR, a good movie, but it bombed).

5. Envy. Even though Scorsese may have wished he had the box office successes of his peers, he chose his own path and stuck to it without complaint. In contrast, Lee was consumed with envy for Quentin Tarantino, not least because the latter copped things from Blaxploitation flicks of the 70s. Blaxploitation movies were big for a time in the 70s, but they vanished almost overnight around the mid-70s, and most blacks were embarrassed about most of them, just like everyone dropped disco almost overnight in the early 80s. So, when Lee came into his own, he wanted to be a serious film-maker, not some throwback to trashy 70s blaxploitation. Besides, he graduated from the prestigious NYU film school.

But then, this kid comes along. He didn’t even go to film school. He looks like a retard and talks really funny. But he makes this movie with cool black hoodlums (copped from 70s blaxploitation films) where people (Samuel Jackson included) say the n-word a million times, and everyone loves it and calls it one of the greatest films since CITIZEN KANE.

Then, Tarantino gets even more explicit about blaxploitation and has another hit with JACKIE BROWN. Now, Lee is beside himself with envy and resentment. Here he was, a serious black director who put aside childish things and made SERIOUS-themed movies like DTRT and MALCOLM X, but this punk-ass white kid comes along and makes a mishmash pomo movie that blends blaxploitation with French New Wave and TV sitcom. He wins with both critics and audiences. Also, NO ONE ever said Lee’s movies were cool and hip. Even his jazz movie was admired for its seriousness, its “corrective” as an authentic jazz movie made by a black guy. Lee was a serious guy, and critics were earnest in praising him. It was duty-bound. Good medicine for all. But it turns out that the critics weren’t really liking him and his movies all that much.

DTRT was over-praised but it was understandably why. It came after the Reagan 80s when most blacks in movies were happy sidekicks (like in GHOSTBUSTERS) or goofballs, like Eddie Murphy. So much of the black experience was hardly touched upon by Hollywood. Also, Liberal directors were too goody-goody in presenting blacks as angels. Generally, black characters were either too good to be true, like the COSBIES (or BROTHER FROM ANOTHER PLANET or COLORED PEOPLE) or thugs to be shot (like in SUDDEN IMPACT) or taught a lesson (like in ROCKY III). (Oliver Stone depicted blacks more realistically in PLATOON and BORN ON THE 4TH OF JULY.)
So, given the record of depiction of blacks in the 80s, DTRT seemed like a necessary corrective about the real reality. And to Lee’s credit, he was willing to show the nasty side of blacks in DTRT.

In a way, Liberals were grateful to Lee for showing some of the ugly side of the black community that white directors were too afraid to show. Even as they endorsed Lee’s overall pro-black message, their subconscious was hoping that, via Lee’s airing of urban black pathologies, there could be a more honest discussion of race. (As it happened, New York got worse in the 90s under Stinkin’ Dinkins, and if New York got back on its feet, it required the DIRTY HARRY policies of Giuliani and Bloomberg, something New Yorkers under DeBlasio are unwilling to admit.)

Anyway, when push came to shove, Lee chose tribalism, and there were many falsehoods throughout DTRT. Still, it made Lee’s name as a SERIOUS film-maker, and he thought he would make a bunch of more SERIOUS movies and become admired like Scorsese.

But when Tarantino made PULP FICTION, critics flocked to him and left Lee in the dust. Tarantino made Lee feel like Jeb Bush after Trump got all the love. Lee felt like the Queen in SNOW WHITE.

Pre-PULP-FICTION, critics were respectfully sucking up to Lee, even though they weren’t much enjoying his movies. (Similarly, critics always pretended to appreciate the serious movies of John Sayles when they didn’t much care. Sayles made one really good movie, BABY, IT’S YOU, and it’s non-political. But stuff like MATEWAN are deadly in their preachiness and iconography of the Noble Worker. No way to make a work of art. Same thing with Beatty’s REDS. Pure ego-trip and syrupy sentimentalism of radicalism. Notice no one cares about MATEWAN or REDS. But then, the New Left lost interest in the working class, anyway.)

Anyway, if anything drove Lee crazy, it was the success of Tarantino. Here, I can partly sympathize because apart from RESERVOIR DOGS, I think Tarantino has been an utterly useless director (though I admit Pulp Fiction and Inglorious Basterds have flashes of brilliance and lots of inventiveness). Also, Taratino’s influence on cinema has been baleful.

Still, if rap and hip-hop were the music of the 90s, Tarantino was more into the groove of the time than Lee was. In terms of sheer sensibility, I prefer Lee’s seriousness to Tarantino’s hipster glibness. But Tarantino not only understood the Zeitgeist better but played a role (however negative) in changing the culture. For a while, he was a one-man-redefinition of Independent Cinema, a spell that was finally broken perhaps with MULHOLLAND DR., which became the new gold standard of independent film-making and has influenced several directors since.

But in the 90s, it’s like everyone wanted to be the New Tarantino. I’m sure DJANGO UNCHAINED also pissed off Lee to no end. Again, Tarantino took elements of blaxploitation with spaghetti western and maybe what he saw on Ken Burns and made a smash hit. It was trashy but both critics and audiences loved it. In contrast, Lee’s movies were being ignored by both critics and audiences. He tried to be Tarantino-ish with a remake of OLD BOY, but it didn’t go anywhere.

But Lee finally has his Tarantino Moment. The rise of Trump and the Alt Right gave him something he can get easy A’s with. Just make a Hate-Whitey movie, and the critics will love him and shower him with endless accolades. Also, riff on blaxploitation, not least by making a movie that is set in the 70s, when blacks had them big-ass afros. And cook up some convoluted plot that allows for jokes and hijinks. Thus, he could be preachy as usual but also hip with some jive-ass story about some cool black dude who pulls some jazzy shit to fool honkey.
 

N.S.: Disclaimer, that was a brilliant essay.

I can’t say I’ve seen anything by Tarantino since Pulp Fiction, or by Lee since (had to look it up) his fake documentary, When the Levees Broke (2006)—you know, the “non-fiction” thing that tells us that all of the violence committed just before, during, and after Hurricane Katrina made landfall was by whites?

Before that, I made it maybe 30 minutes into Jim Brown, All-American (2002). It must drive Lee nuts that the once anti-American Brown has repeatedly condemned the pro-cop killer NFL players.

Someday, I’ll probably have to watch more of Lee and Tarantino’s, er, things, but the last picture we in the Stix household watched was Kurosawa’s High and Low (1962), for the third time in a year (a few days ago), and a few days before that, Wise's The Sand Pebbles (1966), for the second time in a month.

But those were new pictures, by our reckoning. Before that, we’d seen The Seventh Seal (1957), Witness for the Prosecution (1958), Metropolis (1927), etc. You get the idea.

As for Scorsese, I was once a big fan of his. I thought Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, The Last Temptation and Goodfellas were enduring masterpieces.

But then I thought about his old friend and favorite protagonist. I don’t know about you, but I like to watch movies in which the protagonist is sympathetic. Let the heavies do the dirty work.

The only movie that Robert de Niro starred in that I now consider a masterpiece was The Deer Hunter. Note that it was directed by Michael Cimino, may he rest in peace.

The Deer Hunter character de Niro played, Michael, is a heroic figure.

But Scorcese cast de Niro as one schmuck after another, when the latter didn’t play someone downright evil (Goodfellas).

So, they were in sync; schmucks all the way down.

Of course, now we know just what an imbecile de Niro is.

A few years ago, I started to think about Taxi Driver. In making it, Scorcese is having an orgasm over how “ironic” he is.

‘Oh, those boobs, the American public! Take a psycho killer, and when he changes plans, and doesn’t kill the Kennedyesque, liberal politician he’d planned on assassinating, but instead kills a pimp and his associate, they make him a national hero!’

Scorcese’s idea of irony started looking pretty glib to me.

I guess Scorsese wasn’t up on his Shakespeare.

(Never mind that Travis Bickle was a straw man. Although the mentality that Paul Schrader wrote for him—“Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets”—had a lot to recommend it, in 1970s’ New York City.)

Brush up your Shakespeare, and they’ll all kowtow!




7 comments:

Anonymous said...

jerry pdx
I remember watching Spike Lee's first movie, She's Gotta Have it. The critics had been lauding it as some kind of mini masterpiece. It wasn't that great, but it wasn't bad either, a decent low budget movie that was moderately entertaining. The critics response to it pretty much summed up the pattern they would follow in his career. They fall all over themselves to praise to high heaven every "race message" movie he makes in order to state to the world, "see, we love this black director, that makes us cool with the black man". The worst example of that was "Do the Right Thing", it didn't even have the moderate entertainment level of "She's Gotta Have it", it was dull, leaden, derivative and pretentious. Basically, a piece of crap as cinema but the critics were hailing it like it was Citizen Kane. I recall those two virtue signalling twits Siskel and Ebert calling it one of the greatest movies ever made, but those two were always posing and posturing as noble anti racists. Lee did better with "Malcom X" and "Jungle Fever", they were reasonably entertaining but his race baiting and usual self indulgences kept them from being better. I don't consider Spike Lee a hack as a movie maker, clearly there are worse directors in Hollywood (Michael Bay?), but his innate and ingrained racism plus the irrational belief he is better than he is, and not recognized as such by racist whites, makes his work insufferable and keeps his movies from taking a step upward in quality.

The one movie he made that I think came close to greatness was "School Daze", it's the one Spike Lee movie I can say I absolutely loved. It was a tremendous satire of college campus life with excellent musical and dance entertainment. What separated it from his other movies is that it addressed the issue of racism among blacks toward each other instead of supposed racism from whites. Free of Lee's usual pretensions and persecution complex suggestions he just made a wildly entertaining and fascinating movie, but what's really funny about School Daze was the reaction of white critics, it's the first movie he made that they didn't like. Clearly the phony poseurs were uncomfortable with Spike shining a light on racism between blacks and without his usual condemnation of whitey, they didn't feel comfortable with praising it so had to find fault. If you've never seen School Daze, watch it, it's the only movie by him I heartily recommend.

Anonymous said...

Disclaimer--I would have sworn it was N.S.
--GRA

David In TN said...

Paul Schrader, the screenwriter for Taxi Driver, intended for the pimp to be black. The Columbia Pictures bosses said "No, make him a white guy. If he's black, Deniro will be shooting a bunch of blacks at the end which will cause riots."

So Harvey Keitel was cast as the pimp, which cut down on the realism.

Anonymous said...

jerry pdx
As for Tarantino...supposedly he has a genius level IQ, but you can't tell by the quality of his movies, I've hated every movie I've seen by him except for Kill Bill I & II. However, they were decent action movies with no pretentions and is there another director in Hollywood who pushes his PC agenda more than Tarantino? Political correctness may be the most damaging ideology to making quality entertainment in Hollywood, IMHO. It started eroding away at the Star Trek franchise from the beginning then corporate executives completed the coup de grace with the current run of big screen adaptations that have erased any trace of intelligence and replaced it with universal "big screen excitement and action" designed to appeal to a worldwide audience, not just high IQ whites. Sorry, I digress, back to Tarentino, the critics adored Pulp Fiction but when I watched it, all I could think of was "what's the fuss all about?", it was the dullest movie this side of DTRT, I couldn't wait for it to end. I recall people walking around saying "dead nigger storage" (both white and black) like it was the funniest line ever written, and OK, it's mildly amusing but other than that there wasn't an interesting moment in the movie for me, plus Tarantino's need to inject cliché' white supremacists was cheap and unnecessary, as it usually is in entertainment. Tarantino is the most over rated movie director in the history of Hollywood. There I said it and stand by it.

One more thing about Spike Lee. I've never seen Summer of Sam but I don't need to, all you need to know is it's a Spike Lee movie and it's about a "white" serial killer. Don't let David Berkowitz's Jewishness fool you, he's still white and that's good enough for Spike Lee. Guarantee, Spike will never make a movie about Lonnie Franklin Jr. or Eugene Coral Watts, two black serial killers that make David Berkowitz look like a small time amateur as a serial killer.

I mean seriously, Spike, you want to educate America on the "black experience", how about a movie about a black monster so evil that he raped and murdered nearly 200 (mostly black) women? This is an open letter to you Spike...how about it?

David In TN said...

August is TCM's Summer Under the Stars month. On Wednesday, August 22, TCM features Dana Andrews for 24 hours starting at 6 am ET.

The Best Years of Our lives runs at 5 pm ET and The Ox-Bow Incident at 8 pm ET.

Four Film Noir with Dana Andrews are on the list. The last two films Fritz Lang directed in America: Beyond a Reasonable Doubt (1956) at 10 am ET, followed by While the City Sleeps (1956) at 11:30 ET. The first has too many twists and implausibilities. The second has a great cast based on a novel by Charles Einstein about a serial killer.

Andrews character in While the City Sleeps is a early TV journalist after "The Lipstick Killer." He drinks all the time and Dana Andrews had a bad drinking problem in real life. So he was drunk throughout the filming of the movie. The other stars are Ida Lupino, Howard Duff, Thomas Mitchell, Vincent Price, and Rhonda Fleming.

Andrews best Noir, Where the Sidewalk Ends (1950) runs at 9:30 ET. Otto Preminger directed with Gene Tierney as the costar. IMO this is better than the trio's previous effort, Laura (1944). Andrews plays a rough cop who likes to use his fists. One night, he kills a man, and in true Noir fashion, covers it up.

Fallen Angel (1945) is on at 11:30 ET. Andrews plays a hustling PR man out of a job who solves a murder. It also stars Alice Faye, Linda Darnell, and Charles Bickford.

Anonymous said...

She's Got to Have It - you mean Spike Lee's movie with the anal rape in the park scene? Creepy porn.

After Do the Right Thing came out, I witnessed a mob of young feral black males accused Korean male students on the 7 train of stepping on their sneakers. The Koreans, having no idea of life in urban American, thought these were little kids playing around. The feral blacks attacked them running through the station down to the F train tracks. They were only stopped because a black woman began screaming her head off, a 20 year old black guy got involved who tried to talk sense to them at which point I got involved, waving my arms and screaming. Lucky for me, some old Russian guys backed me up. The Koreans were now on the F train platform cowering behind the four of us. The miscreants threw light bulbs they had taken out of the ceiling outlets, then not being able to harm anyone, besides break their walkman, they ran across the double tracks at 74th Street/Jackson Heights to the North bound side.

The little animals acted out what was in the movie, about stepping on sneakers. I've seen enough of his movies.

Spike Lee is involved with professional snowflakes, trust fund babies and a quack organization that works out of NYU Alumni Organization called The Center for the Study of Transformative Lives. Read their website and feel ill.
Apparently, it's a family business to push the myth of Lincoln.
https://www.transformativelives.org/


Nicholas said...

Jerry,

Those are Tarantino's fan boys who promote that "Quentin as genius" fairy tale. I've never seen any signs of it. After all, the guy's "historical knowledge" is limited to 1970s blaxploitation films.

I saw (or read) him in an interview, after the slavery movie came out. He asserted that slavery was much worse than he depicted it (whippings). That's when I knew the guy was full of it.

His fanboys then claim that he's dyslexic (that's supposedly why he doesn't read).

A dyslexic genius? That's one for the books.