Friday, July 11, 2003

SWINGIN' ON THE FLIPPITY-FLOP: Will Leitch of The Black Table explains why Times A&E editor Jodi Kantor deserves your support:
Kantor's greatest strength is her ability to take what the Times, in the past, might have once brushed off as petty pop culture and turn it into something worth talking about. Critical thinking about pop culture is a fairly recent concept, and Kantor has helped legitimize it by putting it in the Times. She, through the Times, has an opportunity to set an agenda that is recognizable to the biggest consumers of mass culture. If newspapers want to remain relevant, they're going to have to continue to attract those same consumers. If you're a journalist who doesn't think that's where the future of this industry is going, you're in the wrong business. . . .

The Web is where the next generation of writers is coming from -- the workers have developed the means of production -- and that's precisely the reason the Times so desperately needs people like Kantor. For all his faults, Raines recognized that. If a few catty and chatty Times staffers continue to do whatever they can to discredit the very people who can save them, well, as that famous grunge story might say, they'll become a bunch of lamestain cob nobblers.

(My previous Kantor praise.)

Via Gawker.
IMPRESS THEM WITH YOUR PROWESS, DO: So, in case you haven't seen it yet, Harvard has revoked its offer of admission to Blair Hornstine, the plagiarist/litigant from Moorestown (NJ) High about whom I've already blogged at length.

I'm not quite sure how I feel about this.

The one hand: The plagiarism's a bad offense. Real bad, and her own high school's code of conduct said so as well. It casts a bad shadow over the rest of her academic work, and Harvard is right to deny admission to someone who lessens the integrity of the institution.

The other hand: But this never would have been investigated by the Camden Courier-Post, nor would it ever have been publicized, but for Hornstine's justified litigation, and the fact that it happened right after the Jayson Blair fiasco. (How do we know it was justified? She won.) And who knows how many other Harvard matriculants have committed similar, undetected offenses, whether on academic or non-academic work.

And where's she going to go now? (a) It's July already, and while I'm sure lots of schools would love to have a disabled female valedictorian with a great volunteer record on their campuses, schools of Harvard's caliber have all locked in the sizes of their freshman classes already. According to the Philadelphia Inquirer, while Hornstine had also been accepted at Princeton, Duke, Stanford and Cornell, "Spokespeople at those schools said it was too late for any student who had already turned down an acceptance to enroll in the freshman class."

And (b): if Harvard says that Hornstine's not of sufficient quality character to merit admission there, well, what school's willing to come out and say, "Hey, we don't care about plagiarism as much as Harvard! Come on down!"

Back to the first hand: But you know what? Given the negative publicity already surrounding Hornstine at Harvard, she's better off not matriculating there in the fall anyway. She'll be better off at a school where a large portion of the student body doesn't know who she is, and doesn't think of her negatively because of the lawsuit/plagiarism/etc.

Except that this should've been her choice to do, back in the spring. I don't quite know who's going to accept her now (my guess: Tufts, given the Gina Grant precedent), and I don't know whether she'll be able to start anywhere in the fall with the blank slate and freedom to define herself anew that freshman year in college provides.

Wherever she ends up, Blair Hornstine will be known as That Girl Who Did Something Bad, rather than Blair Hornstine, Point of Light, or just Hey, Who's That Girl In My Political Science Class? She's Kinda Cute. And that's a shame.

I hope she ends up at a top-level school, away from the NYC-PHL-BOS media centers that have focused on her case, and large enough that she can blend in the crowd, and succeed, or fail, on her own merits.

One last thing: Blair, whatever you do from here, don't sue Harvard.
A READER WRITES: "Randall Simon was merely acting out the Ramones' song "Beat On The Brat," but missed the brat and hit the Italian sausage instead."

Yep:
Beat on the brat Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh

Beat on the brat Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh

What can you do? What can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back
What can you lose?

What can you do? What can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back
What can you lose?
WHY EVERYONE SHOULD READ GAWKER.COM EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE: Who else is going to publish a sighting of Mr. Soy Bomb?

And who else was going to let us know about a prank that converted the stodgy Astor Place cube in NYC into a giant Rubik's Cube?

WHEN SALMA HAYEK WINS THE THALBERG, WILL THEY SHOW A CLIP? How bad is League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?

Bad enough to have multiple reviewers compare it to the Will Smith/Kenneth Branagh/Kevin Kline travesty Wild Wild West. Among the things the Philadelphia Inquirer's Carrie Rickey has to say about it?
Easily the lamest action-adventure fantasy since Wild Wild West - which shares its fetish for Big, Bad Toys - League is the unwatchable in pursuit of the inexplicable. . . .

It's kind of the Harold and the Purple Crayon of Victorian popular literature - give fictional figures tools and see what kind of world they create - but lacking imagination, unified vision and humor. . . .

Ill-conceived, sloppily directed, shoddily acted, LXG looks like the work of a confederacy of dunces.

Across the building at 400 N. Broad St., the Daily News' Gary Thompson asks, "what prompted this debacle"?
There are many amazements on view in "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." Among them:

A machine gun!

A submersible!

A car!

Once more, for dramatic effect:

A car!

"I call it...an automobile," says extraordinary gentleman Capt. Nemo, although I'm pretty sure I could have guessed what it was, because I live in the 21st century and I DROVE TO WORK IN ONE.

Never has so much summer-movie money ($75 million) been spent trying to impress audiences with crap that was invented 100 years ago.

But Soren Andersen of the Tacoma News Tribune levels what may be the ultimate diss:
There ought to be a special place in hell reserved for the people responsible for the especially awful "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen."

In that place, these people will be forced to watch, with eyes clamped open like Little Alex in "A Clockwork Orange," the following: "The Shadow," "The Avengers" and "The Hulk," pictures notable - or rather, ignoble - for their cheesy (yet ever so pricey) special effects, their preposterous plotting and their laughably awful acting.

To heighten their torment, these people also will be obliged to watch "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen."
. . .

You wonder: How could a class act like Connery wind up in a picture so crummy? And then you remember: He also was in "The Avengers."

I'll never delete the email where my friend Jon reviewed The Avengers. In part:
This movie was so bad, that my friend and I were trying to figure out what was intended by it; as if, it couldn’t have been that pristinely, exquisitely awful just accidentally. It was so bad that you weren’t really disappointed, just confused. It’s not like we were sitting there thinking “If only they’d ___ed the ____, then the ___ wouldn’t have seemed so ___ and I would have been able to forgive all the __ing ____ that ___ ____ in the _____ reel.” No. It was like coming to work in the morning and finding a full bucket of warm shit in the elevator. “It can’t JUST be a bucket of shit, can it? Why would anybody put shit, in a bucket, in an elevator? There must be something else... some explanation...”

Nope. Just a bucket of shit. Totally worthless. Remarkably worthless, in fact. Significant, for it’s utter lack of worth. A perfectly pure entertainment vacuum has been achieved in this film.

I used to have to think when someone asked what the worst movie I’d ever seen was. Not any more.
IN CELEBRATION OF BLACK ENGLISH MONTH: Boondocks creator Aaron McGruder has signed a deal with Sony to develop a feature film and television series based on the strip.

Give 'em hell, Huey.
UNTITLED (PERFECT COUNTERS): In a temporary experiment (and an effort to establish my rightful spot in the top 75 of N.Z. Bear's blog traffic rankings), I'll have two different traffic counters going on the blog for the next while, both started at the same number -- the palindromic 64,264. Let's see what happens.

(Post title explained here.)

edited to add: As a former mathlete, I should've realized right away that 64,264 is not, in fact, a palindrome. Duh.