Impact Before V Chips

Stanwyck and Lancaster unwittingly terrorized me as a young girl with Sorry, Wrong Number, the film I was struggling to remember in vain last winter when I vented on soft platinum. There is something simply masterful about the adaptation using flashback and anxiety riddled dialogue circling like a noose about Stanwyck's crippling, tyrannical vanity which is a classical noir allegory for the impending doom of helplessness in real world urban dynamics, and if any film had a crippling fatalism on my psyche, it was this black and white; the end still engages me, leaves me calling out to the flat screen's newsfeed, "We're all going to die!" chuckling with delight in my pleasure with the prospect of pestilence and self-destruction. Screw Martin Amis and his interior moral fences incapable of understanding how the Germans followed Hitler and our inability to understand how one man was capable of extermination on a grand scale. I am not taking aim at Martin's acclaim. I am sure he is as masterful, in his own way, as Orhan Pamuk, but his moral bafflement is a nice luxury of British denial, bit of a piss pot. Humans who survive enough hate, live a lifetime of graphic images and graphic memory, don't need to say the rise of Fascism in Europe was akin to a supernatural monstrosity. Domestication cannot prevail, in the end, unless self-interest learns how to balance against the net worth of the poor. Sociologists and Amis himself are correct. Civilization where it is today has mitigated violence, but not eliminated it, only sublimated it. We burrow ourselves, and learned a thing or two about Nazi efficacy through the brutal complexity of modern life. Everything is a process, checklist, statistic, 43,000 people die annually in automobile accidents. Economists explain the mystery of fiance none of us really understand, but at a bare minimum, debt is an exploitation, slavery without the shackle. I knew Gerson was going to hit the pandemic panic button on Ebola, but Ebola, like anything else, is a smokescreen for western hubris. Liberalism engenders 20 new problems for every victory it claims, and something new will come along, especially due to livestock industrialization, and if spastic is still about, she'll sit with self-righteous arms folded, smug as disaster envelops the next segment of our insufferable race. Stanwyck's character was condemned, in the post-war era, for an overt emasculation as a repression of an incestuous relationship with Ed Begley as the father, a moral for compliant teamwork, if anything ever was.