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431 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1993
This film mirrors our current times, and as such, as scary-funny as Trevor Noah's penis shaped asteroid. Kellyanne's Bowling-Green Massacre is a direct steal from this playbook.There are those who feel that fact and fiction are significantly less distinguishable than they used to seem to be. They might say, as ABC Television did in its introduction to The Heroes of Desert Storm: "Tonight's film is based on true stories and interweaves news footage and dramatizations with actors and actual participants. To achieve realism no distinction is made among these elements."
Do movies make us or do we make the movies? What I'm saying is, this gesture she does, leaning on my arm, slipping off her shoes, carrying them in one hand by their straps, it's got grace, and I don't know what else to call it but femininity--when I watch her do it, I'm seeing a scene from a movie. You get what I mean--did she learn it from the same movies I saw, or is this one of those quintessential feminine moves that directors and actresses, they're aware of and they set out to capture for the silver screen? (p. 14)
The military has understood only half the idea. Yet the whole of the concept stares us in the face: it is not necessary to win the war on the battlefield as well as is in the media, it is only necessary to win in the media. It is possible to lose on the battlefield, win on television--and win. War is not partially a media event. It has become completely a media event. (p.125)
What is war? To you? To me? To the American people?
War is John Wayne. It's Randolph Scott and Victory at Sea. It's Rambo, Star Wars, Apocalypse Now, it's body bags on CBS. It's Combat, The Rat Patrol, Patton. The face of war is not reality. It is television and motion pictures. Even for people who have been to war. Whatever their memories, they have been replaced by what they have seen subsequently on TV. Even if they were 'disillusioned' by Vietnam, those illusions came from the movies. As Mr. Reagan proved, people much prefer a good, solid story to an elusive and complex truth. (pp. 125-6)
It wasn't the villain, it was the villainous act, which found its most perfect expression in the sneak attack. Which was also the centerpiece of America's mythology of itself: Mr. Nice Guy gets sucker-punched. Mr. Nice Guy gets up off the floor, squares up man to man with Mr. Sneak Attack. Mr. Nice Guy turns out to have been John Wayne, Clark Kent, a Superpower--Mr. Sneak Attack wishes he'd never been born.
What America needed--or Bush needed--or Beagle needed--was someone to invade America. (pp. 239-40)
"Gone were the movies of the thirties with their screwball rich people, their fast-talking heroines, their wisecracks about banks, government, unemployment. The war canceled all criticism. A new and total wholesomeness pervaded Hollywood's America. It was decided that the true character of the nation was just--nice. There were no demonstrations, no complaints, in nice America." That's what it was really about. That's what the client wanted. The war was just a means to an end. World War II was the war that delivered the proper end. That was the America Bush wanted--where rich people were respected, banks were good guys, nobody criticized, even the darkies turned out to be nice, and women kept their goddamn mouths shut. (p. 241)
The main argument for the official story of the war is our faith that a president of the United States would not do the things suggested here. A president wouldn't hire film directors to tell him what to say and do. Presidents don't manufacture incidents to go to war. A president wouldn't make policy, life-and-death policy, just for the sake of being re-elected. Our leaders are men who put honor over expedience. (pp. 430-1)