The Week in Review 7/6 - 7/12

Obama in Russia
This is the real From Russia With Love. The good news: Obama reaches an agreement with Russia. The bad: it’s about the number of nuclear arms each side can deploy.
The toughest part of dealing with Russia is that like the relations during the Cold War, we never know what they are really up to. Remember last year? It started just as abruptly as it ended. Like the Joker in The Dark Knight, the terrors of unpredictability is worse than a known feared enemy.
Lastly, we fear Russia from memories of their dark past century, for Putin’s continued influence and threat to our democracy, and associated grittiness no matter what their socioeconomic situation is. The stakes are different this time; we are not equally strong countries on the brink of war. Nor do we have an imminent issue to discuss/negotiate through. But nonetheless, that doesn’t make our relationship any less dangerous.

Uyghur Unrest
It seems like China has one of these uprisings every year. Last year was Tibet. This year, Uyghur.
However, this is a much different case than Tibet. And to be honest, the frequency of unrest in China scares me a little. Yes, China is a superpower force to be reckoned with. But when you really think about it, are they still associated with the third-world-country? A nation with this much internal strife/governmental lack of complete control seems to be more developmental, rather than matured, to me.

Milk/Bruno
I saw these two movies for the first time in the time span of a month. Usually, I don’t blog about my life. But after seeing these two, I feel compelled to. I’m going to try to make the review as spoiler free as possible. I’ll warn you when I do spill about details of the movie if you haven’t seen it. But I’ll try to blog as much as I can without referring to specifics.
Of all the critically acclaimed movies I had seen from 2008, Milk was by far my favorite one. Its message was simple, and everlasting. Homophobia had been so irrational that it drove ordinary people to commit insane acts of hate/crime. Harvey Milk was one such victim of those atrocities.
Bruno was the exact same thing. Yet in Milk, it yielded a gut-wrenching sentimental response. When I wasn’t laughing, Bruno yielded a feeling of shock and disgust.
I’ve talked to many of my friends, and nobody yielded a whole-hearted recommendation for the movie. People agree it’s hilarious. But should you go see it? “Well…” was the most prevalent response.
People most often cited the homosexual and twisted erotica as the main deterrent. Going into the movie, everyone knew what to expect. Yet watching the movie, especially the graphic moments, I kept wondering “Why would Sacha Baron Cohen put this in a movie?” The difference between satire and crudeness is one thing: purpose. So, what was the point? Is he trying to shock? Did he think it would be funny? Did he just plain run out of footage so he put it in?” Most of those scenes do not help the gay community in any way. The answer to that question was not found until the end of the movie and other scenes soon distracted me.
At first, I was not very impressed with a movie. Gag after gag seemed like they didn’t have a unifying theme; Bruno seemed to be the movie equivalent of Lady Gaga’s ornately random outfit. It catches your attention, but the overall picture of the bizarre components add up to nothing. But he delved deeper. *SPOILERS* Scenes of him at fashion shows/interviewing celebrities led to scenes of hatred/harm directed towards Bruno. Ron Paul called him a “queer.” He was whipped mercilessly. He was almost hit by a flying chair. *SPOILERS END* Every time Bruno went (stampeded?) over the line, he was met with a response that was far more hostile and malicious. And then, it hit me.
Why did Bruno shock me? It was the hypocrisy of everyone. Sacha Baron Cohen is a mastermind at pushing people’s buttons. The uncomfortable edginess, the taboo and fear of overtly foreign sexuality, the hidden homophobia was all exposed. People on screen squirmed, yelled, lashed out, fumed, etc. But most of all, we did too. What does that say about us? That’s why the movie was so uncomfortable. Bruno brought our deepest feelings that we had subconsciously subdued to the surface. And when we saw them, we laughed at how silly they were. We cringed at how grotesque they were. And we were stunned at how deep and buried they were. Bruno reminds us “Vassup?” Becauase sometimes, we forget how we really are.
Bruno was a masterpiece. Because it was a movie of tolerance. Of sexual orientation. Of others. And of ourselves.
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