Showing posts with label irony. Show all posts
Showing posts with label irony. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Blazing Saddles and Transatlantic Postmodernism

[Note to my regular readers who come here for women's golf coverage:  I'm airing Mel Brooks's 1974 film Blazing Saddles tonight as part of SUNY Fredonia's American Studies film series "Myths of the American West," so decided to share a draft of my opening comments here at Mostly Harmless (which is, after all, "for fun").  I'm aware of the 5-car collision that has lead to my favorite golfer Ai Miyazato withdrawing from this week's LPGA event (and onechan's favorite Paula Creamer being a likely WD candidate) and obviously wish them and everyone else involved in it a full and speedy recovery.]

[Note to my non-regular readers who are coming here after watching Blazing Saddles (or missing it):  Hope you enjoy this post and are curious enough after reading it to browse around for other posts here that you may find interesting!]

I was four years old when Blazing Saddles was first released in American theaters and until Shannon McRae--the director of American Studies at SUNY Fredonia and organizer of the program's film series "Myths of the American West"--took seriously my half-joking suggestion to include it in the series and invited me to introduce it, I had never seen it in its entirety until this month.  In a semester when I'm teaching American Identities, Introduction to African American Literature and Culture, and Critical Reading, I'm particularly pleased to take Shannon up on her kind offer, and offer a few comments as a new viewer of a movie that's been well-known (even to me) for decades, comments that will hopefully be as useful to students in my classes this semester as everyone else who braved the rains to make it out here tonight.

Growing up, I put Blazing Saddles in the mental category of comedies too raw for me to watch, a remarkably capacious category that in the '70s and too far into the '80s included everything from Monty Python to Mad magazine to Saturday Night Live to just about every famous stand-up comedian of the time.  If this reference helps people place where I was at, probably Benny Hill was the rawest thing I got access to before graduate school.  Yes, I grew up in a small town in central NY and failed to take advantage of 2nd grade in Palo Alto and 7th grade in Chapel Hill.  Nevertheless, I was obsessed with everything comical and comics-al.  In high school I started a cartoon series called The Gray Area that, despite its being far too derivative of The Far Side, was seen, nay loved, by regular readers of the Pennysaver and other fine local publications for far too many weeks.  Me, I loved everything from Gilligan's Island to Scooby Doo, from Diff'rent Strokes to The Facts of Life, from Benson to Newhart, from Doctor Who to The Greatest American Hero, from Airplane! to Ghostbusters, from The Muppet Show to The Tracey Ullman Show, from Tom and Jerry to Rocky and Bullwinkle (in reruns, duh) to Calvin and Hobbes to Mork and Mindy, from any DC comic Ambush Bug appeared in (even though I was almost exclusively a Marvel fan) to the animated version of The Tick.  Sure, I hated the Smurfs and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but otherwise I was pretty easy to please.  And I was a fan of The Simpsons before The Simpsons was The Simpsons, man!  (It goes without saying from the title of this blog what my favorite was, though!)

All of which is to say that when I go to grad school in the early 1990s I was perfectly primed to understand and appreciate what many still misunderstand and denigrate even today as a French theoretical import:  postmodernism.  As someone who saw The Simpsons parody of the end of The Graduate long before I ever saw The Graduate, who loved it when Beavis and Butt-head were watching a Johnny Cash video and decided it was gangsta rap, and who came of age in a hip hop culture rife with allusion and remixing and pastiche, I didn't have to think twice about Jean-Francois Lyotard's notion of "incredulity toward metanarratives" as a core characteristic of postmodernism.

So it's all too easy and obvious now for me to look back at Blazing Saddles and see it as yet another exemplar of American postmodernism.  It's certainly not an original point to make, as a quick google search will show you (I recommend posts by Mark Bourne and Mike Sutton on this aspect of the movie).  But what is originality, anyway?  Just another stinkin' metanarrative--right, JFL?  Perhaps it's slightly more original to claim that Mel Brooks and Monty Python were engaged in a transatlantic comedic one-ups-man-ship that was perfectly postmodern.  In the same way that Brooks and his co-writers, including Richard Pryor, were playing with myths of the American west and poking fun at founding narratives of the modern United States, Monty Python was taking on English legends of the Holy Grail and western icons of Christianity--and at roughly the same time.  Check me on this.  And, as you watch Blazing Saddles tonight, consider some of the debates over postmodernism that occupied so many western intellectuals in the last third of the 20th century:  is postmodernism all sound and fury, signifying nothing?  is it, in the final analysis, the laugh track of late capitalism? are its politics of race and gender and sexuality and [fill in the blank] reactionary, liberatory, laughable, nostalgic, or what? is postmodernism a thing of the past, and if so, how do we react to it today (and what comes after that post-?) if not, if we are still living in and with postmodernism, what does Blazing Saddles compare to in contemporary and recent culture?

There's so much more to be said--about what light Blazing Saddles may shed on black-Jewish relations in the late civil rights era, for instance--but I think it ought to wait until after the movie.  Don't you?

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

On Globalization and Nationalism in Women's Professional Golf

There was a fascinating moment during Morgan Pressel's interview after her 2nd-round 65 at the Wegmans LPGA last Friday, which a recent Ron Sirak piece on the paucity of American winners during the Sorenstam Era and a local media video overview of the U.S. Women Open's Asian contingent just called to mind. Together, they raise issues for me about the relation between globalization and nationalism in women's golf.

About 13 and a half minutes into a Friday webcast, the producers aired a clip from a post-round press conference in which a reporter asked Pressel how she felt as one of the few Americans at the top of the leaderboard, particularly heading into the U.S. Women's Open. You know, the typical nationalist question:

Is there ever a feeling for you, as like, take back your tour? Because when we looked at the leaderboard we had only 2 Americans in the top 14 yesterday. Is there a feeling like sometimes you're a minority on your own golf tour?


Ironies abound in this question. In fact, Pressel is a minority on the LPGA. I don't know how many Jewish golfers there are on tour, but they certainly don't make up the majority. I realize the reporter was seeing her as 100% American, which of course she is, but you don't have to go all the way back to the beginning of the last century when so many Jewish immigrants were coming to America to find a time when my "of course" wouldn't have made much sense to anyone. As Werner Sollors reminds us in the 3rd chapter of Beyond Ethnicity, it was a Jewish immigrant, Israel Zangwill, who invented the "melting pot" in 1908, but as Matthew Frye Jacobson shows in the 5th and 8th chapters of Whiteness of a Different Color, it took until the 1940s for the concept to become popular and influential--and probably until the 1990s for it to become naturalized and taken-for-granted.

I don't know how aware Pressel was of these ironies and histories, but her answer is worth hearing as well as reading, for there are levels of nuance in her face and voice that the words alone don't capture:

Ummm [looking away from the reporter], I don't think about it like that. I mean, that's, uh, one of the great things [looking back to him] about our tour is that there are, um, so many...these are the best players from all over the world. And, you know, I'm out here, and I just want to play well, and, um [smiling], all the other Americans [little laugh], especially the young Americans that are coming up around here, we all want to play well, definitely.


The reporter doesn't accept her textbook globalist/individualist-style answer:

But is there a feeling that you're sort of a little bit carrying the flag in a tournament like this when there's so many foreign players dominating the leaderboard?


Pressel sticks to her guns:

No, I mean, that's, you know, these are the best players in the world and, you know, we're happy to have them. It shows the strength of our tour as opposed to other places in the world, and we've just gotta--in order to be the best you've gotta beat the best, it doesn't matter where you come from.


Straight-up cosmopolitanism, it seems at first, definitely in line with the LPGA's push to be recognized as a world tour (and with the fact that more TV money comes from Korea and Japan than the U.S.). And yet, Pressel refers to the LPGA as "our tour," echoing the reporter's "your tour," and shifts from "we've just gotta" (as in, "we young Americans have to...") to the more distanced second person at the end of her answer, almost as if she was reminding herself to denationalize her answer. But the Americanness of her answer comes through in other ways--and I'm not just referring to her "um"s and "you know"s, nor her very American openness to international competition and friendliness toward her competitors from abroad. No, I'm talking about the Tiger Woods impression she seemed to be doing throughout her interviews that week. What happened to the bubbly, feisty, motormouth persona that drew so many to her when she first came to national prominence? Perhaps she's hoping that if she talks like Tiger she'll start playing like Tiger?

I'm also talking about that particularly American version of globalism, Pressel's closing "it doesn't matter where you come from." Contrast that with new mom Hee-Won Han, who travelled back to Korea in the off-week for an early celebration of her son's 1st birthday (his grandparents are raising him while he's an infant), just so she could prepare for the Open. On a different webcast, she just seemed saddened by well-intentioned questions about him and her family. Distance matters. And so does language and culture. Even Europeans fluent in English had a different take on globalization than Pressel, sometimes reminding their interviewer, "We have McDonald's, too," and at other times insisting you can eat healthier in America because American supermarkets offer more choices to consumers than European ones (just to pick out 2 moments from the webcasts that stick out to me). For them and for every Korean golfer who emphasizes hard work, individual effort, and making the most of opportunity, globalization can sound somewhat American. The ball may not know where the person hitting it comes from (to paraphrase one of the Korean golfers interviewed in the Open preview), but everyone else knows (at least roughly)....

The fact is, nationalism plays a huge role in women's golf. Would the Solheim and Kyoraku Cups even exist without it? Would the LPGA be promoting Pressel and Paula Creamer (and, until her slump, Brittany Lincicome) so hard and working so hard to get Michelle Wie to want to join the tour without it? Would there be 10 entrants from Sweden in the Open if not for Annika Sorenstam? 32 from South Korea if not for the Se Ri Pak effect? Would there be a weekly half-hour feature on Ai Miyazato in Japan if nationalism didn't matter? (To be sure, this hasn't yet translated into an Ai-chan effect on the LPGA, as only two Japanese golfers qualified for the Open besides Ai-chan, Momoko Ueda, and Sakura Yokomine, who got in through exemptions [the 3rd JLPGA exemption, by the way, went to a Korean, Mi-Jeong Jeon], but we may see a mini-wave soon.)

Still, it seems to me that Pressel's language and body language during the interview suggest a different kind of American nationalism, one that treats the older discourses of nationalism as a little awkward, embarrassing, even rude, while still feeling and acting entirely American. Pressel was so ready to move on to the next question and let her clubs do the talking. Winning your own national championship means even more when the best in the world want to do the same, Pressel seemed to be hinting. It's not a choice between nationalism or globalization any more--it's both/and.

There's more to be said about sports as a metaphor and model for all kinds of international competition, the way in which the metaphor of competition gets applied to the business world, and the way the business and sports worlds are so thoroughly intertwined, but for now let's just enjoy the golf and watch how it's framed.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

And yes...

...that was our 400th post. Let the celebrations begin! Release the hounds! Repeat this post in a Montgomery Burns voice! Again! Faster!

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

They diddled and fiddled while the world burned

they fiddled and diddled while the world burned.jpg
another message from the revolutionary vanguard, who notes that the diaphanous tall building in the middle is being constructed by donald "you're fired" trump. lots of diddlin' & fiddlin' going on.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Well, That's a New Way for the Mostly Harmless Jinx to Work

LPGA.com reports that play has been suspended since 9:15 am at the Hana Bank-KOLON Championship due to high winds that have made conditions unplayable on several holes. Not trusting the accuracy or currency of their news, I checked out the official tournament site, and lo and behold, their leaderboard is as blank as the LPGA's. Oh, and do not attempt to locate the golf course on Google maps (South Korea is blank) or Yahoo maps (you can't get to the resolution you need) or get a current weather report from weather.com. Been there, didn't do that. My usual webcast feed was showing a tv drama instead of the tournament. So I headed over to the Seoul Sisters Golf Forum to see if anyone there had any better luck than me. Nada. So here's a Mostly Harmless contest for ya: be the first to figure out what is going on and comment here and I'll write a post on the topic of your choice.

Worst-case scenario for me is the organizers cancel the final round of the event and call the whole thing after 36 holes. So I figure that has a 90% chance of actually happening right now. It would be the Mostly Harmless jinx sending me a little message: do not attempt to confuse the Mostly Harmless jinx. Kind of like the Super Wacky Fun Ball of old-by-now Saturday Night Live fame.

[Update 1 (2:12 am): The truly golf- (and sleep-) deprived can follow the action at the JLPGA event this week by clicking on the "real-time scoring" link in the top right corner of the page. Former champion Paula Creamer is looking smarter than ever for skipping the LPGA event in Korea--right now she's in second, two shots behind Miho Koga, who's looking to join the ranks of JLPGAers who have prevented Creamer from winning this year in Japan thus far.]

[Update 2 (1:14 pm): Hound Dog comments on the cancellation of the third round. From what I can gather, it was a combination of gusting winds and dying greens (thanks to an earlier monsoon and then especially cold weather during the week), which was leading to balls being blown all over them for the few people who actually did get out on the course Sunday. Makes me feel especially bad for Na-Yeon Choi, who, during her implosion on the back Saturday, incurred a penalty when her ball got blown around after she had addressed it and grounded her putter. I believe she was -2 at the time, so this was a big deal. If stuff like that was going to be happening a lot on Sunday and Monday, I can see why they cancelled the tournament--it would come down to who was lucky enough to avoid multiple such penalties. But I always wonder why tournament organizers don't at least wait till the next morning to see what the actual conditions turn out to be like. If the winds are down in the morning, I'll bet the fans who were angry on Sunday will be even angrier on Monday.]

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Programming Note: Hana Bank-KOLON Championship Webcast

I'm watching the Hana-KOLON leaderboard at LPGA.com and the webcast at Ulsan MBC on the "Korea, South" page at wwiTV.com. Perhaps this is actually an ironic situation, given that I can't watch any LPGA on American tv, given our lack of cable....

[Update: It's fun hearing such golfy jargon as "double cross" (when you're trying to fade the ball and actually pull or pull-hook it), "flyer" (when you hit it pure out of the rough and the ball goes farther than usual), and "lift, clean, and place" in English from the Korean announcers. What's not fun is how slow and error-ridden the LPGA.com leaderboard is this week. Can't they hire someone to watch the webcast and factcheck the scores they're getting from whatever other source they use?]

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

PGA Event in My Old Backyard...

...and I'm too busy to go to it! Oh, and the only thing that's actually ironic about that is that I gave this post an irony label. Basically it just sucks.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Back to the LPGA! Language Politics and Women's Golf

Thanks to Hound Dog, I just came across this smart blog post from a young Californian on the Futures Tour, Gina Umeck. First, you should read it to see what the kids are learning at UCLA these days. Second, you should read it to see how a pro golfer writes about the reception of players for whom English is not a mother tongue. Third, you should read it because, really, how many golf bloggers ever cite Chomsky on linguistics? Despite the occasional perhaps unintended irony (America as "big brother," hmmmm....) and perhaps understandable stylistic tic, Umeck is taking on an important issue and deserves the widest possible audience. Hopefully Julieta Granada and Ai Miyazato will address the topic on their blogs.

Speaking of audiences, I hope there's a good one at the course and on ESPN2 to see if the Pink Panther (Paula Creamer) can outplay Se Ri Pak and Mi Hyun Kim at the Pink Panther's tournament in Ohio this week. As has been his wont for the past year, Hound Dog has a fine tournament preview.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

On Fantasies, Dreams, and the Inevitable Disappointments of Reality

Let's just say that capsule hotels are not all my imagination built them up to be. I was expecting a climate-controlled, internet-accessed, cable tv-ed, sound-proofed, and pleasantly private simulated coffin experience for my 3700 yen, but apparently the people who designed this particular Capsule Hotel and Sauna had never read William Gibson or Neal Stephenson. So in the end I was lucky to get four hours of sleep but never got a chance to see any LPGA live en direct. The breakfast and the sauna in the morning almost made up for my vaporized expectations. Almost.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Phew--It's Still May 25th in North America

Rob MacDougall's gracious refusal to enjoy the privileges of the Mostly Harmless author function, Old Is the New Hope, reminds me that I technically still have time to finish my own contribution to the Star Wars' 30th Anniversary Blog-a-thon. Be back soon!

[Update 5/30/07: All right, who died and got May 25th declared Towel Day?]

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Monday, May 7, 2007

Workin' for the Man

Astroboy and Princess Knight and Kimba and the rest shill for Toyota:



As an extra special super surprise I give you a trailer for a sukiyaki Western:

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

In Which We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled TV Humor Inventory for a Pop Quiz

My stomach has been killing me today and most of yesterday because:

a) I have the norovirus;
b) my WAAGNFNP premiere is today (my time);
c) I invoked Warren Ellis's Transmetropolitan in vain over at Is there no sin in it? (aka shirokuma-no basho);
d) I am wracked with liberal guilt;
e) I must bring myself to watch one of the Great (Blogging) Scotts do a Baudrillardean vloggy take-down of Ann Althouse's vlogging;
f) something else;
g) all of the above.

Whatever you do, don't believe Them when They tell you that trying to find fun or humor in being doubled over a keyboard can be fun and funny.

[Update 4/7/06: The answer, for those who were wondering, was f)--my stomach, either being psychic or a time traveller, was in pain from laughing at Berube's Vlogtopia post at the WAAGNFNP's sworn enemies, teh CT.]

Monday, March 12, 2007

Another sign of the GNF



Q. Where should you set your irony-meter for this one?