The World Cup is the apotheosis of the nation-state. Of course, so is the American Super Bowl. I stayed up last night reading Argentinians’ tributes to Messi. People were brimming with pride for their country. “I’m so grateful to be Argentinian,” they said. It’s the national flags, the anthems, the exultation of the imaginary community of the nation that suddenly becomes not so imaginary when people recognize each other because of their team shirts, even in faraway lands.
There has been a lot of moaning among right-wingers over the success of Christopher Nolan’s new movie. “We lost the culture,” they weep even though that part of culture was always extremely left-wing. Whatever a Hollywood movie from seventy years ago might seem today, back when it was created, it was very progressivist. The acting profession never led people to highly moral, traditionalist behaviors because of its very nature.
So forget movies. We never have and never will dominate movies. We will never dominate gangsta rap either, and it’s time to make peace with that. I can’t even say that this is bad news because it’s not news at all.
In the absence of bad news, there is good news, which is that the nation-state is very much alive.

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