Cue the Peaceniks

Cue the peaceniks who will now tell China and Russia to stop escalating:

Ha ha, obviously, it’s a joke. China and Russia are always poor innocent victims for our peace-loving anti-escalationists.

Magical Thinking

The problem with the movie To Leslie is its investment into magical mentality. If you are a raging alcoholic who abandoned your small child because of your addiction, steals from relatives, prostitutes yourself, and ended up in the streets, do you know what you need to do? Just quit! Easy-peasy! Gosh, I wonder why all homeless addicts don’t do it. Maybe nobody told them it’s as easy as that.

If you are a falling-down, slobbering drunk, don’t worry! A good man is bound to fall in love with you and solve all your problems.

If you drank away all your money and became homeless, it’s fine. You’ll be offered a job with room and board. And don’t worry about being too much of a mess to show up to work. The job will still be there waiting for you as you barf your guts out during hangover.

If you are a minimum-wage motel maid, that’s not a big deal. Just save money and open your own business. It will only take a few months to save up to open your own diner.

The smug, clueless entitlement of the people who make such movies really gets to me.

Movie Notes: To Leslie

I heard about this movie because the lead actress is apparently getting cancelled for being too white or something. I can’t be bothered to unravel the Byzantine complexities of this particular offense to the inflamed sensibilities of the martyrs to social justice but I went ahead and watched the movie.

To Leslie could have been great. The female star portrays a degraded, miserable alcoholic very well. The first half of the movie is exactly the kind of film I like. We see a messy, often sad, sometimes heartbreaking, occasionally ridiculous life. Everything is real, everything is just like it is. I started feeling hopeful it would actually be a good movie.

But then, of course, the ridiculous Hollywood obsession with massaging everything into an implausible happy ending swept in and turned the movie into a joke. To accommodate the silly contortion of the plot, the actors turn into plastic figurines, and everything falls apart.

The concept of an obligatory happy ending is one of the many gifts given to us by Christianity. I often hope, however, that this would be the gift we sometimes denied. This way we could enjoy something beyond the exact same saccharine story where everything always ends well in the exact same soporific manner.

The movie is a waste of time, in short.