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Outfoxed

Last night I finally got a chance to see Outfoxed, the 2004 documentary about the Fox News Channel. Like Michael Moore’s films, it’s a documentary that presents an argument—in this case, that the FNC eschews basic principles of journalism and instead serves as a de facto PR wing for the Republican party.

And that’s a rather easy argument to make. Fox’s conservative bent is obvious, and the rest of the case—that the bias is systemic, systematic, and coordinated with Republicans—is established decisively in the film, through excerpts from the Moody memos and through interviews with former Fox reporters, producers, and consultants. That’s all fine as far as it goes, and Outfoxed doesn’t fail because of those elements. It fails because most of the rest of the film—the filler, essentially—not only doesn’t support the argument, but provides ample fodder to anyone who wants to dismiss it out of hand.

The filler I’m talking about is all the split-second excerpts from Fox shows with which the film is littered. The most well-known example is the series of Fox talking heads saying “flip-flop,” in one context or another, all in reference to John Kerry. The point—a hard one to dispute—is that Fox actively worked to propagate the “flip-flop” meme and make it stick. But the mode of argumentation is just sloppy. Showing an assortment of people saying the word doesn’t make the case—by cherry-picking your barrage of clips, it’d be easy to make any news network look like they’re espousing just about anything. In that segment and elsewhere, clips from news broadcasts are mixed in with clips from punditry shows, where you’d expect to find outrageous bias. And the extended excerpts are from Bill O’Reilly’s show, which is consistently farcical—an easy takedown. The argument would have been better served by limiting clips to FNC’s news broadcasts and looking at the pervasive but subtle ways that the news gets twisted. But Outfoxed is more interested in presenting the spectacle of how outrageously biased and bad Fox can be. In doing so, of course, the film is employing the very sort of propagandistic tactics that it criticizes Fox News for—albeit less polished, and on a much smaller scale.

Outfoxed also interviews a number of media critics and watchdogs, all of whom have solid credentials, but one of whom was a poor choice. I don’t know much about John Nichols, and I don’t have a problem as such with him writing a book titled Dick: The Man Who Is President. The title implies a certain amount of sensationalism—a lack of seriousness that’s reinforced by its lurid cover. But every time they had the guy on the screen they had “Author of Dick: TMWIP” right there under his name. They might as well have put “Left-Wing Hack” there instead. All they had to do was put “Co-author of The Milagro-Beanfield War” or “Washington Correspondent for The Nation” there instead and it’d have been fine.

Finally—and this is a small thing—at the very end of the film, in the “What You Can Do” segment designed to spur viewers to be “activists,” the background music is the piano solo from “Layla”—played over and over and over again. Good grief! Write your own inspirational music—preferably something that actually fits the time you have and doesn’t need to be put on repeat.

All in all, Outfoxed provides plenty of warm fuzzies for people who already hate Fox News, but is poorly designed to convince someone on the fence—who grants the network’s conservative bias but sees it as a mild one, comparable to, say, the bias of NPR—that what they’re doing can no longer properly be considered journalism. The evidence is there, but the film botched the execution, much to my frustration. It’s not the first time.

Oscar Nomination Chatter

“Oscar Nominations are in”:http://www.oscar.com/nominees/nominees.html! ‘Tis the season to indulge in a bit of movie gossip and speculation, and just a wee bit of obsession with celebrities. Maybe even thumb through a copy of Entertainment Weekly at the drugstore.

Except that I haven’t seen the vast majority of the movies. Parenthood contains far more rewards than sacrifices, but the almost complete absence of moviegoing this past year figures prominently in the latter category. Skimming down the list, I realized with horror that _I don’t have an opinion_ on most of this stuff. But I’ll do my best . . .

Lead Actor: Haven’t seen any of the movies. But Don Cheadle is one of the great actors of our time and I hope he wins.

Supporting Actor: Haven’t seen ’em.

Lead Actress: Kate Winslet Kate Winslet Kate Winslet! _Eternal Sunshine_ was the best movie last year that I _did_ see. Quirky enough that I didn’t think she’d be nominated.

Supporting Actress: Haven’t seem ’em. But I hope Cate Blanchett or Natalie Portman win, out of loyalty to my Top Five[1] list.

Animated: I didn’t see the other ones, but _The Incredibles_ should have been up for Best Picture, so it darn well better win this consolation prize.

Directing: Give it to Scorcese already.

Best Picture: Haven’t seen ’em. Having only heard of ’em, my gut tells me to root for _Sideways_.

Writing (adapted): Haven’t . . . seen . . . ’em. This is so embarassing.

Writing (original): Aiieee! _Eternal Sunshine_ and _The Incredibles_ in the same category? How am I to choose?

fn1. For those not familiar with the concept of the Top Five list: it is composed of the five celebrities (or otherwise famous, unattainable people) that you think have the most sex appeal, construed in the broadest possible terms (for example, I wouldn’t put a poor actress in my Top Five). Actors, musicians, and sports stars are all appropriate. The list must be based on current celebrities as they current appear, though there’s some debate on that point among Top Five aficianados. Top Five lists are often in flux, but my current one is: Kate Winslet, Cate Blanchett, Natalie Portman, Morena Baccarin, and a fifth slot that bounces between Angelina Jolie and Neko Case.

Inauguration Snow

Four years ago I “blogged the Inauguration”:http://www.polytropos.org/archives/2004/01/inauguration_da.html — I didn’t have a blog at that point, but it was exactly that sort of writing. And I always assumed I’d go back and do it again this time. I don’t think I will, largely because it’s super-cold here in D.C. and the snow that’s coming down today is probably going to be around tomorrow — not that I fear snow, but the area’s infrastructure for dealing with winter weather isn’t exactly up to northern standards. Throw in a baby and a stroller and snowsuit and blankets and crowds and security and it’s just not worth it.

But that’s not the interesting part. Even before I knew what the weather was going to be like, I was on the fence about going downtown tomorrow — not as just-me, but as a parent. Rate the likelihood of some sort of terrorist attack occuring in Washington tomorrow as extremely unlikely. Rate the likelihood of it being cataclysmic — suitcase nuke or other big bomb — stupendously unlikely. For those reasons, the risk/reward calculation for _me_ to go downtown is a no-brainer. But then what about Ella? There’s the issue of exposing her to the initial risk, plus the fact that if something should incite utter chaos, keeping her safe would be much harder than just keeping me safe. Even though the risk remains miniscule, the consequences if something should happen go through the roof.

Avoiding being ruled by fear is harder when it’s not you you’re afraid for. I’ll settle for being ruled by snow.

H2Online

Playing Halo 2 online is an exercise in humility. I logged all my hours with the original Halo on a friend’s Xbox, playing with two or three or (on a couple of occasions) eight other folks. In that admittedly small pond, I was the big fish—moving gracefully through maps I knew like the back of my hand, handling weapons with ease, weaving, dodging, racking up the kills. But one time somebody brought their cousin along, a college kid, and I was relegated to the status of cannon fodder at his hands just like everybody else. I’m sure it mostly had to do with the sheer number of hours you can devote to Xbox playing if you’re still in college, but it was also the fact that one’s video game skills start deteriorating at around age 22, at a slow but steady pace.

The online world of Halo 2 is chock full of people’s kid cousins. Surprisingly few of them are literally kids. Sure, every once in a while your team will get smeared by a band of fourteen-year-olds whose trash-talk is downright comical because their voices haven’t changed yet, but more often than that you’re up against college-age guys, give or take a few years. Most of them are way better at the game than I will ever be. I know—or can at least guess—their ages because the use of headsets means you can often hear your opponents talking during and after the game. If you set aside the fact that almost no women play the game (I haven’t encountered any), there’s surprising diversity among the players. It’s always a trip when you realize the other team has Irish accents, or British ones, or they’re communicating in Spanish, or (much more often) in Korean.

The best way to play Halo 2 is with a team of friends—ideally real-life friends, or, in a pinch, people you’ve come across in the course of other games and that you know are good players, good sports, and good communicators. That way voices you hear from your own are friendly and civil. And seventy-five percent of the time, that’s the case with your opponents too. Twenty percent of the time you find yourself squaring off against people who are jerks in one way or another, which is annoying but tolerable. But five percent of the time it’s much worse: usually it’s just one guy on the other team, but sometimes it’s all of them. They will slander, in the worst imaginable language, gays, blacks, or Jews. They will toss around the word “rape” as a casual verb. And they’ll do it all when they know you can hear them—a deliberate assault on your ears. (They can and do get banned for that stuff, but the process takes time.) Most of the guys who do this sort of thing are probably not evil, just immature—using the freedom of virtual contact to say forbidden things just because they can. But for you, who will never see or hear from them again after that one game, they are evil. And in those games, the stakes go up. You’re not just playing to win, you’re playing because the other guys are completely, unambiguously bad, and defeating them would be, in its own miniscule way, a little piece of justice in this broken world. So you play your heart out in those games, and you try more than ever to win.

And most of the time you still lose, because they play the game waaay more than you do, and they’re younger to boot. But once in a while you do win, and it feels very good indeed. (For an extended description of such an encounter by a guy known as always_black, see this piece—well worth a read, if you can forgive the self-appointed “New Games Journalism” tag.)

Anyway, as a certified old-fogey gamer (and there are many like me), one thing I will certainly not be doing is competing in the Major League Gaming Halo 2 tournament here in Washington at the end of the month. But will I stop by to spectate, as an exercise in cultural anthropology? You bet.

Boardgame Quasi-Review

Usually after the holidays I’ve played a bunch of new boardgames, just like “last year”:http://www.polytropos.org/archives/2004/01/board_game_revi.html. I did get a fair bit of game-playing done in Michigan this time around, but much of it turned out to be one of last year’s games, “Alhambra”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/6249. Which was fine, actually — not only did the game hold up, but my estimation of it has increased somewhat. I described it as a beer-and-pretzels game last year, but playing it a few more times has made me think it has a few more subtleties, strategy-wise, than I noticed at first. And it’s still very easy to learn and plays quickly.

I did manage to get one game of “Bang!”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/3955 in as well. That’s another fast playing one, provided everyone at the table knows the rules, which, of course, is almost never the case.

The game I _should_ be talking about is “The War of the Ring”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/9609, which, much to my shame, I hadn’t even heard of before it came out, and which my buddy Joe bought before I did — I finally got my copy as a Christmas present. It’s big and complicated and beautiful, but I’m going to need to play it a third time before I feel remotely qualified to talk about it.

“Ticket to Ride”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/9209, last year’s Spiel des Jahres winner, is a decent gateway drug if you suspect the people you’re trying to suck into the world of boardgaming might find “Settlers of Catan”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/13 too long and complicated. But if, like Alhambra, it has hidden depths, I haven’t discovered them yet.

“Traumfabrik”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/904 and a good “crokinole”:http://www.crokinole.com/ board are still on my long-term wishlist Other recent games I’d like to try, had I world enough and time: “Bang!: Dodge City”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/article/59991, “The Werewolves of Miller’s Hollow”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/925, and “St. Petersburg”:http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/9217.

Two Murky Scenes

1.

At first, it’s a sad portrait. The man sits in middle of the crowded coffee shop, alone at his table amid the bustle and conversation. Norah Jones sings in the background. He is in his late fifties, with a poorly trimmed mustache and bags under his eyes. He has a yellow legal pad and a couple books near at hand, but he is not looking at them. The piece of cardboard folded in front him has the words “Screenwriters Group” written on it in thick black marker. Everyone ignores him.

But, a ray of hope: he is finally joined by three others, two of whom look very much like him. Who knows if they will ever write screenplays, or if they will ever go anywhere, but their conversation is animated; they all love being there. That’s enough, sometimes.

2.

An early-twenties couple are making their way out the front door; I’m sitting at the nearest table to it. The guy is walking in front, talking on the cell phone and holding his coffee in his other hand. As he approaches the door he realizes that opening it will be difficult that way.

He doesn’t take the phone from his ear for half a second to open the door himself. He doesn’t fall back and look sheepishly/imploringly at his girlfriend for her to open it. He just stops — doesn’t even turn to look at her — keeps talking on his cellphone, and waits for her to pass him and open it. She’s briefly distracted by the table of free magazines, and his face quickly registers annoyance at this tiny delay. She sees the face, moves around him, open the door for him, and he keeps walking. Doesn’t even look at her.

I make eye contact with her as she’s heading out. Realizing I just saw the whole thing, she smiles and rolls her eyes. I shake my head, hoping to convey “Break up with that jerk. Yesterday, if you can.” I hope she does.

Computer Woes

My trusty laptop is almost dead. A couple months ago I managed to cajole the folks at Toshiba to pay for its repair even though it was out of warranty, but it’s going kaput again, and they aren’t being accommodating the second time around. Sudden shutdowns and ominous CMOS errors occur regularly, now.

I have newfound respect for the old trusty Gateway laptop, six years old and still ticking, though along with the ticking there’s the _clicking_ of impending hard drive failure. In a strange way it feels good to be using it again. I don’t know what it is, maybe something ineffable with the ergonomics, but it has a comfort level that the newer one never achieved.

The problems with the desktop are more obscure. There are intermittent problems with the on-board sound, which isn’t that unusual for a two-year old motherboard from “Newegg”:http://www.newegg.com/. But then there’s the mysterious reboots that have so far only happened when I’m using Word — but they haven’t happened before this, and my software hasn’t changed in a long time.

With all this happening at once, there’s only one possible explanation: gremlins. I haven’t seen any yet, but I think they’re hiding out in the bowels of the printer/scanner (which has been dead for a few months now).

It also just struck me that this might be the machinations of the Mac Cult, supposing that since they’ve established a “beachhead”:http://www.polytropos.org/archives/2004/11/ipod.html, this is the time to attack and conquer. The iPod looks innocent enough sitting on my desk, but maybe it’s sending out anti-PC rays that gum up the works in nearby circuitry. Attention Mac Cult High Priests: if this is your doing, I promise to buy a Mac if you’ll pony up 20% of the price, which I figure is about what the Pretentiousness Premium is these days.

UPDATE: I _knew_ they were up to something! In perfectly-timed coordination with my computer meltdowns, Apple has unveiled the “Mac mini”:http://www.apple.com/macmini/, which is dirt-cheap and (of course) incredibly slick. Clearly they mean for me to toss out the PCs altogether and buy an Mini and a PowerBook at the same time . . .

Welcome to the Club, Zach

Backgammon: not just for old fogeys and coffee shop denizens any more! Now, also for “B-list actor/indy film directors”:http://gardenstate.typepad.com/zach_braffs_garden_state_/2004/11/backgammon_at_l.html.

Polytropos Highlights 2004

Liberia & The Mercenaries

The usual updates on what’s happening in Liberia, plus the skinny on the Equatorial Guinea coup plot and its aftermath.

Politics & War

Elanoriana & Parenthood

The usual home for this sort of thing is Cerin Amroth, but occasionally it seeps through.

The Polytropos Review

Books, comics, music, movies, TV, games: nothing is safe.

Miscellany

It wouldn’t be the “blog of twists and turns” if things were easy to categorize, would it?

Incredible

The laws of parenthood decree that I will forever be behind the ball when it comes to seeing movies in the theater. I finally saw The Incredibles just yesterday, for example. If you haven’t seen it yet, do—it’s really good, not just in the “nice Pixar animation” sense or the “amusing, clever writing” sense, but in the really good really good sense. The previews made it seem like a loopy superhero movie—what they didn’t convey was that it was a loopy superhero movie all about family.

I can dimly recall the hoary days before I was a father, when my ability to be ironically detached from things was unassailable, when being sardonic came naturally. I would stare, aghast, at the sheer amount of oversentimentality in movies, books, and music. What treacle! The notion of tearing up or being overcome by emotion because of something I saw or read was completely foreign to me.

But apparently parenthood activates some sort of Weepy Gene, at least when it comes to Stuff Happening to Kids. Take, for example (spoilers ahoy), the scene in The Incredibles where Elastagirl is in the little plane with her two kids, and the missiles are homing in, and her daughter is trying to create a force shield but she just can’t and everybody’s scared and then the missiles hit and BOOM!—but then you see that Elastagirl has stretched to make a parachute of herself and she’s holding both of them and they’re floating down in the nick of time . . . she’s saved them, you see, she’s saved her kids, her kids, and I kid you not as I sat there alone in the theater there were tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears! No one told me stuff like this would start happening once I became a parent.

I also found the baby in the movie utterly adorable. “Adorable” is not a word that was even in my vocabulary a year ago. But there it is: adorable. What a cool kid. At the end of the movie you discover that the baby, too, has super powers—he can shapeshift himself into all sorts of things and cause a ruckus.

Which Ella will probably never do. But we can hope.