The Whore To Whom Money Is Secondary: Hollywood
It takes not a MENSA candidate to realize that the DVD/video industry makes literal millions, every time a family-friendly, rated PG or better movie hits the theatres. They certainly have to have noticed the incredible cash cow that was Finding Nemo. Ditto for The Incredibles. The immense clamoring for the clean cut is obvious as the travail of a woman in labor. Those with little girls will understand this to exponential levels--as manifested by their fruitless searching for a Princess Diaries II needle in a haystack of Gigli Does Dallas and Cruel Intentions MXXLIVSo just what exactly is the doctrinal provision that says "when the time comes for the proliferation of movies to the rental stores, we must ship and stock clean movies at a ratio of 2/150?" One must certainly come to the conclusion that politics trumps even the whoremongering bottom line for these people.
Else I would not--have to go to the service counter and put my name on a waiting list for any one of the thirteen copies of Princess Diaries II--since the market would easily bear a 100-copy sellout. But no, not only do I feel like some vagrant, nostalgic hippie outside a Ticketmaster during Ozzfest, but I have to wrestle this self image while standing in the shadow of a completely untouched, digital behemoth of Fahrenheit 911. Fronted, aligned, six movies deep, seven across, and stacked from floor to ceiling. So not only do I have to grapple with explaining the plaid complexities of supply and demand to some goateed goof at Hollywood video, but I also have to contend with Michael Moore's fat visage presiding over the matter from his gargantuan wall of wasted vinyl.
And while I'm at it, I think we'll plow another stake through the heart of that bibliophilic Nosferatu that is Barnes & Noble. It must've been just too much that Ronald Reagan found a way to simultaneously conjure a conservative nostalgia, in an election year, right before D-Day's 60th anniversary, by doing what liberals wished he would do: by dying. Even at his most compromised, Ronnie knew how to stick it to them. And God bless him for it.
So my local Barnes & Noble does what any book purveyor would do when President Reagan's passing was announced: They built a biographical shrine to Bill and Hillary Clinton, along with thirty-five other condescending monographs on why the West is bad and how our problems would evaporate if we would only suck up to Islam. Right at the front entrance, of all places. The Reagan biographies were never placed in the "current" islands near the front, as is their want in every other issue of topical importance, just salted away in obscure corners, left to the ignominy they want it to attain.
General Tommy Franks' book, American Soldier, was literally turned, face in.
George W. Bush would later do the same to John Kerry . . .
And maybe someday, the consumer will do it to Hollywood, and their ugly, retarded cousins at Barnes & Noble.
posted by Doofus @ 6:10 PM
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