Pod Person: Invading a Theater Near You

By | 2017-06-02T18:30:05+00:00 October 19, 2017|
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As I think the “film critic” John Podhoretz would agree, a high-end Sunday brunch buffet can try even the most disciplined soul.

Between the automatic donut maker, which looks like a stainless steel version of a first-generation laser printer, what with its price and size, in addition to its motors, mixers and tracks, yielding trays of hot and high-fat delicacies in lieu of TPS reports; between this machine and the nearby carving station, where a chef uses a handsaw to cut thick slabs of prime rib, the kind a superintendent would throw to lions or tigers during feeding time at the San Diego Zoo; between the Willy Wonka-like display of pastries and palettes of Irish and French butter; between the pan of mashed potatoes, white as snow and as viscous as napalm; between all of this, one may experience the urge to consume everything.

A lesser buffet would be, like Podhoretz’s film reviews, the leftovers from a DMV worker’s retirement party—hardened crullers, Hostess Fruit Pies oozing their artificially colored versions of edible plasma, as well as assorted Ding Dongs, Zingers, Cupcakes, and (of course) Twinkies.

Let us now praise the Twinkie—stick with me here—that “Golden Sponge Cake with Creamy Filling” for what it is: Our very own madeleine, whose crumbs (when mixed with tea) are more potent than any tab of acid, whose taste touches the tongue and invades the body, whose exquisite pleasure reveals memories from long ago; of John Podhoretz as a VISTA volunteer, an anthropologist in training, who visits the shantytowns of Philadelphia, Mississippi, and the ghettos of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on behalf of his study of black families.

How else to explain Podhoretz’s review of “Jerry Maguire,” which he calls the best picture of 1996 (the same year as “Fargo,” “The English Patient,” “Secrets & Lies,” and “Shine”), citing its “astonishingly sensitive and unusually honest depiction of a black family”?

That would be the fictional family of a fictional wide receiver for the Arizona Cardinals, whose four-word catchphrase is a refrain worthy of the Scriptures and worth the entirety of the movie’s script: “Show me the money!”

Put aside, for a moment, that the average NFL salary is $1.9 million.

Put aside, too, that that figure is as honest a depiction of a black family as any episode of “Good Times,” the 1970s TV sitcom about a husband and wife and their three children, with an honorary fourth (played by Janet Jackson) across the hall from the doorway of their apartment in what is, ostensibly, Chicago’s Cabrini-Green; a since-demolished housing project of the worst form of Brutalist architecture. The show never refers to the 15,000 tenants living in squalid and segregated conditions, not when a fast-paced theme song is as good an anthem as any in the United States of Amnesia, while the only memorable thing the eldest child, James “J.J.” Evans, Jr., says is: “Dy-no-mite!”

Perhaps Podhoretz arrives at his conclusion from his study of the seminal tracts on race; chief among them, an essay whose commentary is as prescient as its prose is providential; a must-read piece that rivals the rhythms of a great king and exudes the righteous outrage of a democratic republican, because it reflects the content of the author’s character.

Such is the profundity ofMy Negro Problem–And Ours,” by Norman Podhoretz, father of our favorite film critic.

Thus does this rhetorician teach his son how to recognize the presence (or lack thereof) of the high art of criticism.

Which brings us to Podhoretz fils’s review ofBobby,” a story that begins and ends on the second-to-last day of Robert F. Kennedy’s life.

Podhoretz’s critique is fair–until he politicizes things.

By mocking RFK’s attempts to speak extemporaneously, Podhoretz says the late senator’s grammar is “poor enough to make George W. Bush seem like Strunk, or maybe even White.”

An interesting observation, given Podhoretz’s inclusion of Bush alongside FDR, JFK and Ronald Reagan for “elevating a nation through the power of his discourse and the passion of his conviction.”

Compare that with RFK’s poverty of grammar, as he speaks without notes—as he makes note of one tragedy and does his best to maintain his composure, as the crowd notes where he speaks of a personal tragedy too heavy to bear—as all absorb the news about the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr.

Maybe that speech is an aberration, despite the stubbornness of facts and in spite of Senator Kennedy’s stubborn refusal to deliver prepared remarks, during his campaign to win the 1968 California Democratic presidential primary.

From an open car, with the sun shining on his face and the people cheering at his feet, RFK stands like an open target, speaking of a new America. We know what happens next.

We are the ones who lack the words, because we lack the grammar, to eulogize this man.

We can, however, join John Podhoretz in the kitchen of the Ambassador Hotel.

We can guard the door, while he raids the freezer so he may grieve by bemoaning the loss (at his hand) of each gallon of 31 flavors, before he mourns the fate of his fellow tribesmen.

For omertà rules the movies, according to Podhoretz, forcing Gentiles—including the “very Italian” Robert De Niro and the “very WASPy” James Woods—to play Jews, while forbidding Jews from playing Jews.

As for those Jews, observant or otherwise, who get to play Jews, the list has fewer household names than any minyan from Schindler’s List.” Kirk Douglas inCast a Giant Shadow”; Paul Newman inExodus”; Richard Dreyfuss inThe Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz”; Topol inFiddler on the Roof”—bums, the lot of them.

Here, again, is Podhoretz the anthropologist and ethnographer; separating the Italians from the very Italian Italians, save James Caan and Abe Vigoda, while Woods—a former altar boy—reads the Book of Common Prayer.

I leave it to the astronomers at MGM (“More Stars Than There Are in Heaven”) to explain the two TV docudramas about the Israeli rescue mission in Entebbe, Uganda, with Dreyfuss playing Colonel Yonatan “Yoni” Netanyahu, Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu’s older brother, inVictory at Entebbe”; and Woods playing Captain Sammy Berg inRaid on Entebbe,” which also stars Yaphet Kotto, a “Jewish Negro,” as Idi Amin.

From Israel to Little Italy, Podhoretz is on the case.

He sees plots and counterplots, politics everywhere.

Even “The Godfather,” by Podhoretz’s reckoning, has a single flaw: the anachronistic exchange between the newly minted Mafia chief Michael and his future wife in 1947 when she protests, “Senators and governors [sic] don’t have people killed,” and he responds, with Nixon-era cynicism, “Now who’s being naïve, Kay.”

By my reckoning, then, “The Tragedy of Julius Caesar” is a tragedy about a hazing gone horribly awry, while the crucifixion is an OSHA-inspired fable about the dangers of practicing unlicensed carpentry.

Before we fade to black, let us go back to the future.

In his recent review of “Blade Runner 2049,” Podhoretz calls the original “Blade Runner” confused, messy, and wrong in every particular.

“The world is not awash in acid rain (an environmentalist fad subject of the early 1980s),” he says.

It’s a theory, anyway. Ridley Scott, the director of “Blade Runner,” offers this weather report:

Well, the fact that we were shooting at night was certainly a helpful factor. But Warner’s backlot isn’t that big. So if we hadn’t filmed ‘Blade Runner’ at night, you would have been able to see beyond the margins of our sets to all those small hills which surround the Warner Brothers’ studio. That’s also the reason it’s raining all the time in ‘Blade Runner,’ you know. To disguise the fact that we were shooting on a back lot.

There you have it.

Or, as Dean Vernon Wormer might say: “Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go to the movies, Mr. Podhoretz.”

About the Author:

Geoffrey Lions
Geoffrey Lions is a retired investor on a pension.
  • BurkeanMama

    I think if you had JPod read his father’s excellent Negro Problem essay, only without his father’s name on it, JPod would call the author a racists and proof that President Trump is causing white supremacy in America

  • Doctor Bass Monkey

    Podhoretz, as much of this generation of the conservative commentariat, mostly gets by on nepotism instead of talent or intellect.

  • Joel Mathis

    Make America Settle Petty Grudges Again.

  • Thesecondsailor

    While the person who is apparently the subject of this article is indeed far from impressive, the author of the article has hardly bettered him here, with a set of wandering, often ad hominem musings and snide references to the subject’s girth. Surely this author, and the editors of this blog, can provide better reading material.

  • I don’t really mind John Podhoretz, but he ain’t the old man, to put it mildly. Irving P’s takedown of Kerouac and the Beats was one of the most brilliant and incisive bits of lit-crit I’ve ever encountered. I wish it was readily available online… it was truly a thing of beauty.

    • carl Jung

      And yet the taken down Kerouac’s work is still in print and widely available. Go figure…

      • It’s garbage, though. Podhoretz had his number while people were still raving about that crap.

        • carl Jung

          Don’t remember anyone asking for your banal opinion.

          • So “banal” you felt yourself obligated to disagree with it, though in a decidedly non-substantive way. Well played.

          • carl Jung

            Now that is just gay.

          • “Yeah!! And Brianna in 6th-period English is a SNOBB!!”

            Zap.

  • James Finnegan

    As others have said, yes, certainly, John Podhoretz is far from the brightest star in Conservatism, Inc. And nepotism is indeed the reason he now holds his father’s old job at “Commentary.” But he has also done some important and impressive work of his own, starting with his first book, “Hell of a Ride,” published in 1993. It was and remains by far the best analysis of the GHW Bush presidency. Among other things, it explains why Bush lost his re-election bid–in terms that would be very familiar to the readers of this website.

    This article is not just a spiteful, ad hominem attack, but a completely pointless one. Contrast that with AmGreatness’s attacks on another neoconservative beneficiary of nepotism, Bill Kristol, who did genuine harm to the nation’s political discourse. It would mean something if (hypothetically) Kristol could be shamed into shutting up. But how would it advance the goals of AmGreatness if John Podhoretz quit writing movie reviews tomorrow?

    This kind of article is neither entertaining nor insightful (not to mention that Mr. Lions misquotes “The Godfather”). It demeans the serious purposes for which this journal exists.

    (I do tip my hat to Mr. Lions’ description of himself, which alludes to a Hyman Roth line from “Godfather Part II”).

    • Lawrence

      That’s John Podhoretz misquoting “The Godfather,” not the author. Hence the link to Podhoretz’s review, and the quote (of a misquote) from his piece. It’s senators and presidents, not senators and governors.

      https://www.hoover.org/research/father-godfather

      • James Finnegan

        I apologize for being so pedantic, but you did bring it up.

        (1) When a writer uses a quotation that contains a known error, he’s supposed to point out the error with “[sic].” Mr. Lions didn’t do that, so he is responsible for the error, too.
        (2) Besides which, Mr. Lions didn’t even quote Podhoretz’s analysis of the movie, he paraphrased it. The only quotations in that paragraph are (supposedly) straight from the movie, not from Podhoretz, which again makes Lions responsible for the error.

        I don’t enjoy being so persnickety, but in this case, it serves my larger point, that Mr. Lions’ piece was an ill-considered and gratuitous attack.

        • Lawrence

          Click the link in the article, which goes to Podhoretz’s review. Or click the same link in my earlier comment. Aside from putting the misquote in quotation marks, Podhoretz attributes the quote to Nixon-era cynicism. As if either quote has no historical validity.

  • Ming the Merciless

    We are the ones who lack the words, because we lack the grammar, to eulogize this man.

    My eulogy to RFK would go something along these lines: “Good riddance to the nasty little shit.”

  • ddc643

    Mr. Lions, I hope you have a nice pension, because your future as a writer doesn’t look promising. I made the mistake of reading this to the end, thinking that I would find some coherence somewhere. If you got these guys to pay you by the word, though, congrats.