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Batman was the real agent of terror

A vulgar Marxist might have noted that as Batman is the alter-ego of the richest man in Gotham City, his “law” was the protection of capital. (Smeared lipstick notwithstanding, one of the scariest things about the Joker is that he has no respect for money.) In any case, the film’s ongoing discussio…

—p.185 Film After Film: (Or, What Became of 21st Century Cinema?) Part II: A Chronicle of the Bush Years (47) by J. Hoberman
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infertility is but a metaphor

Infertility is but a metaphor that enables Children of Men to entertain the possibility of No Future. The only parents these days who assume their children will inhabit a better world are either those living in the gated communities of the super-rich or the immigrants imported to tend their gardens…

—p.152 Part II: A Chronicle of the Bush Years (47) by J. Hoberman
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a continuation of Borat by other means

The screening was an event in itself. A near-hysterical line ringed the downtown Ryerson University campus for the midnight world premiere of this candid-camera US journey. Desperate fans jostled TV crews—or were they plants, offering $150 a ticket?—as Borat made his grand entrance escorted by a ho…

—p.143 Part II: A Chronicle of the Bush Years (47) by J. Hoberman
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the hours sloping again to evening

Let me tell some of the childhood elements that have come into these pages, into this night with its intense side-long moon and the fast seafog flying over the city, this brilliant day with its unique light in the streets and parks, its light shed down to the Bay and to the red bridge, the hours sl…

—p.189 The Life of Poetry by Muriel Rukeyser
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dead power is everywhere among us

[...] Dead power is everywhere among us - in the forest, chopping down the songs; at night in the industrial landscape, wasting and stiffening the new life; in the street of the city, throwing away the day. We wanted something different for our people; not to find ourselves an old, reactionary repu…

—p.86 by Muriel Rukeyser