No End In Sight
Crimes Without Punishment
Kathryn Flett
Sunday January 27, 2008
The Observer
What makes a great documentary? Whether it's epic in scale or cosily intimate, static and verbose or lyrical and beautiful, it has to make my synapses fire or my heart skip a beat or both.
No End in Sight, written, produced and directed by Charles Ferguson, which aired last Tuesday, the day it had been nominated for a best documentary feature Oscar was two of hours of riveting, epic viewing that rejected the opportunity to be obviously filmic (there was, for example, nothing particularly lyrical or lovely about either the way it looked or sounded, which is pretty brave for a documentary aiming at cinematic release) in favour of cold, hard, no-nonsense down-and-dirty home truths, resulting in the most compelling - all the more compelling indeed for being an American film - indictment of Dubya's war on terror I've seen. And I've seen a few.
I'm just grateful to have seen a film that, via talking heads and archive footage, told this tale of ineptitude, hubris, greed and molten stupidity with a quiet, non-confrontational rage. Underpinning the narrative, which ranged from 9/11 to 2007, was a belief that the 'war' was lost within a few weeks of the occupation, and certainly lost for eternity when the Iraqi army was disbanded rather than constructively redeployed, making 500,000 armed men both unemployed and angry. 'The equivalent of sacking five million Americans,' the voiceover told us succinctly.
From old footage of Donald Rumsfeld's almost gleeful soundbite about 'the first war of the 21st century' to the young Iraq veteran's despairing: 'Are you telling me that's the best America can do? No, don't tell me that. That makes me angry' just before the credits, I found myself in a sofa-punching mood. And it was useful, too, in a week of global financial meltdown, to be told that the projected total economic costs to the US of the war and its aftermath may be something in the region of $1.8 trillion. Recession? Bring it on - we've earned it.
Sometimes, however, even in an intensely talky film, an almost throwaway line can resonate the most: 'There were 500 ways to do it wrong, two or three ways to do it right,' said the former (sacked) US ambassador to Iraq, Barbara Bodine, whose job title was 'co-ordinator for central Iraq, in charge of Baghdad' during the early days of the US occupation. 'And we went through all those 500 ways.' And then some.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Woman Power

(image: Danny Moloshok/Reuters. caption: (L-R) Michelle Obama, Caroline Kennedy, Maria Shriver and Oprah Winfrey stand together after they each spoke during a rally for Democratic presidential candidate US Senator Barack Obama (D-IL) at UCLA's Pauley Pavilion in Los Angeles, California, February 3, 2008)
k.b.: Hillary Clinton is a woman. I'm a woman. Therefor I must be voting for Hillary Clinton. Wrong. Look at these powerful women. They have more to offer than ten Hillary Clintons. Knowledge, Character, Integrity and Values I can relate to. Go Barack and Michelle Obama.
Go Democrats
By: Howie Klein @ 8:03 PM - PST
Do you believe in magic? You should. So many of us did in 2006… and look what we helped accomplish. And that was just the beginning. Tuesday you get another shot at it. Take a swing… or you’ll never hit the ball. The Lovin’ Spoonful had mainstream radio and commercial success and still managed to appeal to hipsters, especially with their first single, “Do You Believe in Magic” (1965). Even though it’s only 2 minutes long, this video took me forever to put together because I kept alternating between crying and jumping out of my chair to dance around the room.
Do you believe in magic? You should. So many of us did in 2006… and look what we helped accomplish. And that was just the beginning. Tuesday you get another shot at it. Take a swing… or you’ll never hit the ball. The Lovin’ Spoonful had mainstream radio and commercial success and still managed to appeal to hipsters, especially with their first single, “Do You Believe in Magic” (1965). Even though it’s only 2 minutes long, this video took me forever to put together because I kept alternating between crying and jumping out of my chair to dance around the room.
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