Ex Situ: Bolt Improves Your Life

December 29, 2008


A little depressed after the holiday season, or at least after that last over-analyzation? Well, My Super-Charged Life has the cure for the red-and-green blues, courtesy of Disney’s underperforming animated feature, Bolt.

For instance: after spending over 11  hours around your family members, do you feel like committing something ending in -cide? Here’s the fourth lesson from Disney movie Bolt to improve your life:

4.  We need our friends and loved ones even if they are a ragtag bunch

In the movie, BOLT made friends with an alley cat named Mittens and a hilarious hamster named Rhino.  They both were unlikely allies, but they helped BOLT achieve his goals.

In the same way, we need others to help us along our way toward success.  Yes, our group may look a little different than what we imagined, but that doesn’t matter.  We all have our baggage that we bring into relationships.

The key is to recognize and value the relationships we have.  These people have committed themselves to being our friends and loved ones.  I have had to fallback on my family and friends more than once so, I can testify that good relationships are essential.

Sounds like good New Year’s Resolution fodder to me.

Improve Your Life: Things I Love From The Disney Movie BOLT
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Ex Situ: The Grinch and Racial Suicide

December 22, 2008


Joe Crawford from ArtLung sent in this link to a post from Undercover Black Man, which itself links to a seasonal over-analyzation at Lawrence Auster’s View from the Right blog.

Here’s Mr. Auster’s entire article:

As I type, I’m glancing at some grotesque thing on ABC, about the Grinch and Christmas, in which humans interact in brotherhood with a variety of monstrous looking other species, and a little girl has a tender relationship with an unsettlingly hideous but sensitive and kind-hearted being called the Grinch, and everyone loves each other. This is not our society celebrating the beautiful holiday of Christmas. This is the Liberal Controllers of our society carefully teaching children an unnatural and dangerous lie that they would never believe unless they were carefully taught. How many whites will militate against vitally necessary immigration restrictions in the decades to come, how many young white females will be raped and murdered by nonwhites in the decades to come, because of the message of trusting and loving racial aliens that programs like this implant in them?

As an holiday bonus, one can click the link below to read an additional Who-sized comment about the Shrek movies.

Undercover Black Man: Lawrence Auster has a Question
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The Last Days of Lady and the Tramp

December 15, 2008


From The Last Days of Disco, screenplay by Whit Stillman.

Saturday, I took my niece, who’s seven, to see the Disney movie Lady and the Tramp. She loved it! It was so cute. I’m beginning to fall in love with the whole idea of having kids.

I hate that movie.


It’s so tacky. Not to mention depressing.

This sweet movie about cute cartoon dogs you found depressing?

There is something depressing about it, and it’s not really about dogs. Except for some superficial bow-wow stuff at the start, the dogs all represent human types, which is where it gets into real trouble. Lady, the ostensible protagonist, is a fluffy blonde cocker spaniel with absolutely nothing on her mind. She’s great looking but, let’s be honest, incredibly insipid. Tramp, the love interest, is a smarmy braggart of the most obnoxious kind. An oily jailbird, out for a piece of tail, or whatever he can get.

Oh, c’mon.

No, he’s a self-confessed chicken thief—an all around sleaze ball. What’s the function of a film of this kind? Essentially it’s a primer on love and marriage directed at very young people; imprinting on their little psyches the idea that smooth talking delinquents, recently escaped from the local pound, are a good match for nice girls from sheltered homes. When in ten years, the icky human version of Tramp shows up around the house, their hormones will be racing, and no one will understand why. Films like this program woman to adore jerks.

God, you’re nuts!

The only sympathetic character, the little Scotty who’s so loyal and concerned about Lady, is mocked as old-fashioned and irrelevant, and shunted off to the side.

Isn’t the whole point that Tramp changes? OK, maybe in the past he stole chickens, ran around without a license, and wasn’t always sincere with members of the opposite sex. But through his love for Lady, and beneficent influences of Fatherhood and Matrimony, he changes and becomes a valued member of that rather idealic household.

I don’t think people really change that way. We can change our context, but we can’t change ourselves.

I agree with Josh. Scotty is the only admirable character. It would have been a much better movie if Lady ended up with him.

I’m really surprised. I think Tramp really changed.

Maybe he wanted to change, or tried to change, but there is not a lot of integrity there. First he’d be hanging around the house, drinking, watching ball games, maybe knocking Lady around a little bit. But pretty soon, he’d be back at the town dump chasing tail.

Ex Situ: Candy Land

December 5, 2008


Again, the staff here can’t be accused of non cogitatio ex arcae. A great over-analyzation is a great over-analyzation, no matter what the subject matter or prevailing zeitgeist. So, when we boinged across this really fine ars ludorum analyzation of the sexagenarian board game Candy Land, we were compelled to share:

To begin with, let us view Candy Land as a mathematical entity. It is very nearly a Markov chain, a stochastic process in which, given the current state, future states are independent of past states. (It would be a pure Markov chain if the deck were shuffled after each play; instead, it is a crippled Markov chain coupled to a push-pop stack.) As such, it is a metaphorical representation of the fundamental ideology of the United States; the past is no constraint on the future, and each individual should strive resolutely for personal advance despite whatever the past may hold. The child born in a log cabin may achieve the presidency, an immigrant boy who grows up in the slums of Brooklyn may become a real-estate magnate, an Ivy-educated scion of wealth may wind up on a bread line, and a double green will speed you to the fore. Though there are winners and losers, initial conditions are no determinant of outcome in the freedom of America. The subtext, of course, may be that success and failure is entirely random and has nothing to do with individual initiative and hard work, a concept alien to the Platonic ideal of the American dream, but perhaps a more accurate representation of reality than the Horatio Alger myth.

Any analyzation which uses the term “stochastic” gets 2 bonus points. The analyzation itself gets even better, but you’ll have to click on the link to read the rest:

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