Whew. I don’t even know where to start. This is one of those books where to acurately discuss it, you almost have to do a synopsis of each chapter.
I understand what the author is getting at, but his vehemence and fanaticism sometimes make me think he’s an anti-conspiracy conspiracist. He’s so dead-set on being right, and so opinionated, that it makes the reader want to back away, like that weird guy in the bus station who just has to tell you a conspiracy theory and you keep checking your watch desperately to see how many seconds are left before your bus arrives.
I’m not saying the author is wrong, just tone it down a little.
In short, the author tries to show that American Imperialism and Horror Films go hand in hand. Over and over, it’s shown that in horror films, some “evil” – almost always a dark-skinned or Asian person, sometimes an “alien from space,” sometimes a heathen communist, almost always “ignorant” of American ways and religions and democracy, must be overcome by a white male American in order to protect their way of life, or their women, or their vested interests. This falls right in line with American military interventions, from WWI onward, with America villainizing Africans, Caribbean Islanders, Japanese, South Americans, Indonesians, Vietnamese, Chinese, etc, as we fought to take over their lands, establish military bases, or just plain overthrow their governments. Sometimes the cause was “to prevent Communism,” but was still, provable or not, about getting an American foothold in the area to make the wealthy wealthier.
And thus the book has woke me to look at things differently, and as I plug my kid into George of the Jungle to make Brendan Fraser a new generation of fan, I’m struck by everything the book says – Rich White Man in nameless Africa trying to make “first contact” with black men dressed in western garb, by handing out cigars and cigarettes.
Argh. And that’s not even a horror film. It is a reminder of just how ingrained we are with White Supremacy, without even being aware of it. But would George of the Jungle work with a black protagonist? Somehow, I don’t think so.
In general, I do not watch horror films. I dislike cruelty, can’t handle suspense, and with a very overactive imagination, I prefer to sleep at night. As it was, when my husband worked third shift and I was pregnant and home with three kids, I slept with a butcher knife under my pillow. Oh, I’ve seen Poltergeist, and Exorcist, and if you believe in the Exorcist then Constantine falls into the same niche, and a couple of Screams, the original Halloween (where it became a joke when I swear I counted 7 shots from a 6-shooter), and Elm Street 3. You got exposed to old black and white films when you babysat in the late 70’s, because that’s all they showed after 11 pm before the Poltergeist-esque flag and Star Strangled Banana played at 2 am. That’s how I saw the original 1931 Dracula (still the best), some house on a hill with a pool scene that 40 years later makes me terrified of even bathwater, and some movie I’d love to see again about an old woman who kidnapped young girls to bathe in their blood. Those films aren’t scary at all. Not with those scripts. Even Nosferatu feels like you’re watching a 4th-grade school play. I watched some of the 80’s schtick, like Lost Boys, Fright Night, and The Shining. Love at First Bite doesn’t count, but I’m still laughing. I was perhaps 9 or 10 when I saw The Other (NOT the one with Nicole Kidman) (Damn you ABC Friday Night Movies!), which scared the living bejeezis out of me and is still creepy as hell, but not as scary. Over 40 years, that’s not a lot of films, and on the sliding scale of horror, they’re all pretty low (the scariest thing in Poltergeist is the tree). My idea of terrifying is January 6; Saw isn’t going to be on my TV in my lifetime.
In a way, I’m disappointed that the book starts with WWI, since the actual horror of war first slapped America with the Civil War, when the fighting was in your back yard and thousands of bodies were rotting on your corn field. Civil War invented dog tags and embalming. But we didn’t have films back then, and we were fighting ourselves not another country (though still over economic rights), so WWI is appropriate. Wilson, as much as he objected to the Treaty of Versaille which would set the path to WWII, was not a nice guy. He was racist as anything, passed all sorts of totalitarian laws, and did a lot of damage to our country, laws of treason which are still hurting Non-Rich-White-Men today (laws that can be arbitrarily thrown against whistleblowers, but not demonstrably treasonous Rich White Presidents).
The author presents the case that no matter how bad things were politically (in the dire maelstrom of Vietnam, with soldiers told point blank to kill as many gooks as they had bullets for, with entire villages eradicated, “…witnessed a larger truth about America’s fight for capitalism in East Asia…. Ports-a-Go-Go began arriving in South Vietnam in the early 1960’s, prefabricated docks that, as early as late 1965, received nine million cans of soft drinks and beer.”), horror films existed to remind us that whoever we were fighting, no matter how horrible the situation, the White American would win, and the women, country, and world would be safe, pushing American nationalism on countries who really didn’t want the interference.
(to quote, “Despite Wilson’s self-determination… his secretary of state insisted that the language of self-determination did not apply to races, people, or communities whose state of barbarism or ignorance deprive them of the capacity to choose intelligently their political affiliations.”)
i.e, if they don’t agree with us, the prime directive doesn’t apply.
Time and time again we see this, with the US funneling often illegal money into shadow governments to foment unrest and destabilization (Noriega, Iran Contra, Iraq, Iran, Haiti, Grenada, Kuwait, etc, etc), while virile White Men fight terrible odds on the big screen, but always get everything to work out. One case in point mentioned is the movie Predator (yeah, saw that one, too, but never considered it “horror.” If you count that, then you have to count Alien.), where swaggering Schwartzengger, with the name of Dutch, which happened to be the President’s nickname, walks right up to the murderous beast and practically spits in its face.
“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!” Everything’s going to work out just fine, folks!
There is an awful lot of history presented in the book, some of it more interesting to me than other points. There is an awful lot of history that you haven’t heard before in this book, documentable information that never quite made it on the smooth-as-silk news, such as Reagan’s propping up the brutal Duvalier dictatorship in Haiti so much so that $2 million of American Taxpayer’s money went to fund Duvalier’s wedding. But Hey! Duvalier was anti-Cuba! So it was all good.
Yeah.
And then you’ve got good ol’e Dubya standing there saying, after 9/11, “I’m amazed that people would hate us. I, like most Americans, I just can’t believe it, because I know how good we are.”
This book is a struggle to get through at times, and at times it feels like it’s beating you over the head. Is the correlation that strong that I needed 340 pages on it? I’m not so sure, but it makes a convincing story. And even if you doubt the link between the two, the fact after fact after fact of unrealized American Imperialism will make you stop and think about all politics, good and bad.
I would like to have seen some mention of Star Trek in it, for he does deal with the rise of Science Fiction, the space race, and Reagan’s Star Wars shield. Star Trek, despite a by-product of the Vietnam era, had it’s own imperialism, as well as the Prime Directive of Non-interference, and I would like to have known the author’s thoughts on comparing not only the show with its own record, but with the political actions of the time.
So, yeah, a worthwhile read, but be prepared to learn something you might be able to use in the voting booth.