The Searchers

Mittenbuttes_1There’s a scene in a Deep Space 9 episode where Nog is hiding out in Vic Fontane’s 1963 apartment watching TV. He sees the end of the Western movie Shane and then declares:

NOG: I liked The Searchers better.

VIC: (shrugging) Who doesn’t?

This intrigued me because, at the time, I had seen Shane but not The Searchers. Recently, I got the chance to. In fact, Steve Greydanus and I watched it together. It was the first time to see the film for both of us, and afterward we had a great time debating the film–particularly its moral significance.

YOU CAN READ STEVE’S REVIEW HERE.

I’m particularly tickled by one line in Steve’s review, where he cites as an example of pointless carping the criticism that John Ford’s Monument Valley, Utah filming location doesn’t look like the West Texas setting of the film. I’m tickled by that because as we watched the film, I made this very criticism! (Sure, Monument Valley is gorgeous, but seeing the East and West Mitten Buttes [above] in film after film by Ford harms my suspension of disbelief.)

My thought largely converges with Steve’s, but I thought I’d add a few thoughts of my own.

First, about Shane. There is a reason one can compare this film with The Searchers, because both are part of the same general subgenre of Western, which one might call "the thoughtful Western." This contrasts with the commedic Western (Support Your Local Sheriff, Support Your Local Gunfighter, Maverick), the hard-bitten Western (Clint Eastwood’s "Man With No Name" trilogy), the Indian-centric Western (The Little Big Man, Dances With Wolves), the Spaghetti Western (Sergio Leone’s stuff), the historical recreation (Tombstone, Wyatt Earp) and a bunch of other subgenres, including the Sci-Fi Western (Timerider, Back to the Future III, The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.).

The thoughtful Western involves showing something other than a feel-good shoot-’em-up or a hostile critique of Western expansion. It combines elements of the two, attempting to show the moral complexity of the Old West. It allows elements of the feel-good Western but mixes it with disturbing elements that serve as a moral counterpoint. It doesn’t slide into being "hate America," politically correct history, but it doesn’t present the Old West with "white hats vs. black hats" simplicity.

In other words, it tries in some measure to capture the human condition. This is what elevates The Searchers into being a work of art rather than simply being a work of entertainment.

Shane does this to a certain extent, most memorably in a scene in which its hero is having a brutal fight with a villain and the proceedings are being observed by a young boy who–his eyes wide with wonder at the spectacle–is also eagerly munching on a candy cane as he watches. This disturbing image of a child being exposed to and fascinated by such violence invites the audience to contemplate its own enjoyment of Western action and the motives that might be behind the pleasure they get at watching it. It’s an implicit questioning of the simplistic vision of the Western hero.

Shane does not break too much from the mold and does not examine the moral complexity of the Old West to the extent of other films, but John Ford’s The Searchers does. This film carries the respectful questioning of Western mythology to a whole new level.

It would be a little hard for me to say, with Nog and Vic, that I would "like" or "enjoy" The Searchers more than Shane.  I recognize that it is a film that better expresses the human condition and that from this perspective it is a better film, and one that is to be watched. But for pure enjoyment value, a Western with more feel-good factor is more likely what I’d plop into my DVD tray on any given occasion.

The Searchers represents a continuation of themes found in previous John Ford’s works. His earlier film She Wore A Yellow Ribbon was set just after the Battle of the Little Bighorn (i.e., Custer’s Last Stand) and features John Wayne as an aging calvalryman who is trying to avert a full-scale Indian war and the devastation it would bring to both sides if, buoyed by their success against Custer, various tribes decided to begin a massacre.

At one point in the film, Wayne tries to avoid the coming war by meeting with an aging Indian chief who is a personal friend of his. The chief, who is a Christian, tells Wayne that the young men of the tribes are too empassioned to be calmed down by words, that he has lost his influence with them, and that he fears that a war that will be devastating for both sides is now unstoppable. This "voice of wisdom and experience" vs. "youth and passion" dynamic represents a factor of the human condition affecting all groups (Indians and Anglos alike) and goes beyond the "circle the wagons, start the shoot-’em-up" mentality of many Westerns.

In The Searchers, Wayne is again working with Ford, but this time the director expresses the human condition in a different way, by turning Wayne not into the aging voice of wisdom but into the aging voice of bitterness.

Now Wayne is an embittered former Confederate soldier who refused to surrender at the end of the war and who has been wandering ever since. Like the majority of people at this time, he harbors racist attitudes, but they are not so extreme that he is unable to recognize and respect the humanity of others. It would seem that Wayne’s character would be happy if different groups simply left each other alone and minded their own affairs.

He doesn’t get what he wants, because an aggrieved Indian leader murders most of his family and kidnaps two of its youngest female members. In an attempt to get them back, Wayne and a companion become the searchers that give the movie it’s title.

Wayne’s character is far more complex than what one expects from the traditional John Wayne hero. At different moments he can be heroic, wise, foolish, and morally repugnant. And the film means him to be shown in these lights. While Ford  means us to respect and appreciate much of what Wayne does, he are means us to be dismayed and abhorred by some of it.  He is thus trying to show the human condition, for all humans barring Our Lord and Our Lady are in some measure praiseworthy and in some measure abhorrent.

Ford does not push the character so far in the direction of the latter that he becomes an anti-hero. In this way, The Searchers may represent a transitional film in the history of Westerns, pushing the hero firmly toward the dark side, but not pushing him full into it the way later filmmakers did. There are several points in the latter half of the movie where Ford could have simply stopped filming, leaving us with a bleak, existential statement, but in the end he allows the characters involved, Wayne’s included, to find redemption.

After all, no matter what our flaws, redemption is what each of us is searching for.

The Searchers

Mittenbuttes_1There’s a scene in a Deep Space 9 episode where Nog is hiding out in Vic Fontane’s 1963 apartment watching TV. He sees the end of the Western movie Shane and then declares:

NOG: I liked The Searchers better.

VIC: (shrugging) Who doesn’t?

This intrigued me because, at the time, I had seen Shane but not The Searchers. Recently, I got the chance to. In fact, Steve Greydanus and I watched it together. It was the first time to see the film for both of us, and afterward we had a great time debating the film–particularly its moral significance.

YOU CAN READ STEVE’S REVIEW HERE.

I’m particularly tickled by one line in Steve’s review, where he cites as an example of pointless carping the criticism that John Ford’s Monument Valley, Utah filming location doesn’t look like the West Texas setting of the film. I’m tickled by that because as we watched the film, I made this very criticism! (Sure, Monument Valley is gorgeous, but seeing the East and West Mitten Buttes [above] in film after film by Ford harms my suspension of disbelief.)

My thought largely converges with Steve’s, but I thought I’d add a few thoughts of my own.

First, about Shane. There is a reason one can compare this film with The Searchers, because both are part of the same general subgenre of Western, which one might call "the thoughtful Western." This contrasts with the commedic Western (Support Your Local Sheriff, Support Your Local Gunfighter, Maverick), the hard-bitten Western (Clint Eastwood’s "Man With No Name" trilogy), the Indian-centric Western (The Little Big Man, Dances With Wolves), the Spaghetti Western (Sergio Leone’s stuff), the historical recreation (Tombstone, Wyatt Earp) and a bunch of other subgenres, including the Sci-Fi Western (Timerider, Back to the Future III, The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.).

The thoughtful Western involves showing something other than a feel-good shoot-’em-up or a hostile critique of Western expansion. It combines elements of the two, attempting to show the moral complexity of the Old West. It allows elements of the feel-good Western but mixes it with disturbing elements that serve as a moral counterpoint. It doesn’t slide into being "hate America," politically correct history, but it doesn’t present the Old West with "white hats vs. black hats" simplicity.

In other words, it tries in some measure to capture the human condition. This is what elevates The Searchers into being a work of art rather than simply being a work of entertainment.

Shane does this to a certain extent, most memorably in a scene in which its hero is having a brutal fight with a villain and the proceedings are being observed by a young boy who–his eyes wide with wonder at the spectacle–is also eagerly munching on a candy cane as he watches. This disturbing image of a child being exposed to and fascinated by such violence invites the audience to contemplate its own enjoyment of Western action and the motives that might be behind the pleasure they get at watching it. It’s an implicit questioning of the simplistic vision of the Western hero.

Shane does not break too much from the mold and does not examine the moral complexity of the Old West to the extent of other films, but John Ford’s The Searchers does. This film carries the respectful questioning of Western mythology to a whole new level.

It would be a little hard for me to say, with Nog and Vic, that I would "like" or "enjoy" The Searchers more than Shane.  I recognize that it is a film that better expresses the human condition and that from this perspective it is a better film, and one that is to be watched. But for pure enjoyment value, a Western with more feel-good factor is more likely what I’d plop into my DVD tray on any given occasion.

The Searchers represents a continuation of themes found in previous John Ford’s works. His earlier film She Wore A Yellow Ribbon was set just after the Battle of the Little Bighorn (i.e., Custer’s Last Stand) and features John Wayne as an aging calvalryman who is trying to avert a full-scale Indian war and the devastation it would bring to both sides if, buoyed by their success against Custer, various tribes decided to begin a massacre.

At one point in the film, Wayne tries to avoid the coming war by meeting with an aging Indian chief who is a personal friend of his. The chief, who is a Christian, tells Wayne that the young men of the tribes are too empassioned to be calmed down by words, that he has lost his influence with them, and that he fears that a war that will be devastating for both sides is now unstoppable. This "voice of wisdom and experience" vs. "youth and passion" dynamic represents a factor of the human condition affecting all groups (Indians and Anglos alike) and goes beyond the "circle the wagons, start the shoot-’em-up" mentality of many Westerns.

In The Searchers, Wayne is again working with Ford, but this time the director expresses the human condition in a different way, by turning Wayne not into the aging voice of wisdom but into the aging voice of bitterness.

Now Wayne is an embittered former Confederate soldier who refused to surrender at the end of the war and who has been wandering ever since. Like the majority of people at this time, he harbors racist attitudes, but they are not so extreme that he is unable to recognize and respect the humanity of others. It would seem that Wayne’s character would be happy if different groups simply left each other alone and minded their own affairs.

He doesn’t get what he wants, because an aggrieved Indian leader murders most of his family and kidnaps two of its youngest female members. In an attempt to get them back, Wayne and a companion become the searchers that give the movie it’s title.

Wayne’s character is far more complex than what one expects from the traditional John Wayne hero. At different moments he can be heroic, wise, foolish, and morally repugnant. And the film means him to be shown in these lights. While Ford  means us to respect and appreciate much of what Wayne does, he are means us to be dismayed and abhorred by some of it.  He is thus trying to show the human condition, for all humans barring Our Lord and Our Lady are in some measure praiseworthy and in some measure abhorrent.

Ford does not push the character so far in the direction of the latter that he becomes an anti-hero. In this way, The Searchers may represent a transitional film in the history of Westerns, pushing the hero firmly toward the dark side, but not pushing him full into it the way later filmmakers did. There are several points in the latter half of the movie where Ford could have simply stopped filming, leaving us with a bleak, existential statement, but in the end he allows the characters involved, Wayne’s included, to find redemption.

After all, no matter what our flaws, redemption is what each of us is searching for.

The Nowhere Plateau

Utopia_planitiaWhere was the Enterprise-D built?

That’s right: The Utopia Planitia Shipyards on and above Mars.

I remembered that from the Next Gen series, and I figured that it was a real place on Mars (left).

What I didn’t remember was where this real place was: The location where the Viking 2 Mars lander set down in 1976.

HERE’S AN ARTICLE ABOUT THE PLACE.

Thinking about this got me thinking about the languages involved in the name Utopia Planitia. In violation of a common naming rule, this designation involves a mix of Greek and Latin.

The term utopia, invented by St. Thomas More, is from Greek. As you likely know, it means "nowhere" or "no place." In Greek, it’s ou ("no") + topos ("place").

But planitia is Latin-derived. Despite the sound of the word, planitia does not mean "planet."

It means "plateau."

Utopia Planitia is thus "the Nowhere Plateau."

The alternative term to planitia is planum, which means "plain." They also have those on Mars. For example, in Syria Planum (southeast of the Martian volcano Olympus Mons or "Mt. Olympus") they have a large PsiCorp facility.

But that’s another story . . .

Marathon Men

Sometimes we hear comments about the human race suggesting that, apart from our intellect, we’re nothing special. We don’t have the impressive physical attributes and abilities of other species. We can’t fly, like birds. We can’t change color, like chameleons. We don’t have shells, like turtles. We don’t have claws, horns, tusks, or even fur, like countless species. Yep, apart from our intellects, we’re nothing special.

Or are we?

In fact, we have good eyesight compared to most species (lousy sense of smell, though, and many birds have our vision beat). But even more impressive than that is our ability to run.

HERE’S AN INTERESTING STORY ON THAT.

Mankind was born to run. And like the energizer bunny, we just keep going . . . and going . . . and going.

Other species poop out long before we do. They may be better at sprinting than we are (think: lions and cheetahs and jaguars and zebras and just about everything else that preys or is preyed upon), but we are the ultimate endurance runners among terrestrial species. We just lope along mile after mile, and other species (more famed for being runners) can’t keep up with us.

The reason is the greater concentration of slow-twitch muscle fibers we have. You want fast-twitch fibers for sprinting, but slow-twitch fibers keep you going in the long run.

GimliDwarves, for example, are natural-born sprinters, having more fast-twitch fibers than men. But men have enough slow-twitch fibers to make them good distance runners. There are marathon men, but no marathon dwarves.

 

Equal Rights To WMDs?

Down yonder, a commenter writes regarding going to war with Iraq because Saddam was perceived to possess WMDs:

[T]his is a red herring since Iraq is a sovereign State and has as much right to WMDs as any other State.

I strongly disagree. States no more have equal rights to weaponry than individuals do.

I don’t care how much a fan of the Second Amendment one is (and I am a big fan of it, myself), the fact is that not all people have a moral or a legal right to have deadly weapons. Homicidally insane individuals have no moral right (and, one hopes, no civil right) to possess deadly weapons. A responsible person may be able to handle a gun responsibly, and the possession of guns by such people appears to actually decrease the crime rate (actually, not just in theory) because burglars don’t want to break into homes knowing that they may be facing an armed homeowner. But the homicidally insane by definition are not responsible and not capable of possessing firearms without posing a grave danger to the community. They cannot be trusted with the power that such weapons represent because they have too great a risk of misusing it. The community has no obligation to allow such individuals to possess deadly weapons.

In the same way, the community of nations has no obligation to allow homicidally unstable nation states to possess WMDs. Prescinding from the question of whether such weapons should exist, it is clear that if they are to exist that not all nations have an equal moral right to them. If any nations are to have them then it must be those nations that have the maturity, stability, and sense of moral conscience not to use the recklessly or indiscriminately. Those nations should not possess such weapons that are unstable, immature, or evil enough that they stand a good chance of (a) proliferating such weapons to unstables states, (b) passing them to terrorists, (c) using them recklessly, or (d) collapsing into chaos.

Applying this to the present situation, regardless of what one may think of particular instances in the U.S.’s record (which is not perfect; the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were wrong), it remains the case that the U.S. is (d) a stable nation (not likely to become a "failed state" like Somalia) that (c) has a large number of citizens *today* who will not tolerate leaders who use such weapons indiscriminately (as at Hiroshima and Nagasaki) and (b) will not pass them to terrorists or (a) proliferate them to unstable states. It also has a sixty-year record of possessing WMDs, much of that period in a tense face-off with the Soviet Union, without using them.

One could fault this or that in U.S. history, but the fact remains that the U.S. has a far greater claim to being the kind of nation that can trusted to possess WMDs than Saddam Hussein’s Iraq (or any Middle Eastern country).

And The Coldest Man In Hollywood Is . . .

. . . Michael Moore.

ACCORDING TO FILMTHREAT.COM’S FRIGID 50 LIST.

Michael Eisner is #3 on the list.

Incidentally, I’m told that FilmThreat is definitely from the bluestate end of the spectrum but still had the perceptiveness and honesty to dishonor Mr. Moore with the most frigid slot.

Interesting analysis about Moore on the FilmThreat list.

Quorum Sensing & Quenching

Streptococcus_smallYou know how they talk about needing to be exposed to a certain amount of a disease before you’re likely to catch it?

There are several reasons why this can be the case. One of them has to do with a kind of bacteriological language called "quorum sensing." What happens is this: You get a bunch of the bacteria in your body and they send out molecules that announce their presence to each other. They’re like dogs howling, trying to hear other dogs out in the night.

If the bacteria hear enough howls coming back to them, they decide that a "quorum" is present. A quorum is like a hunting pack, and the bacteria turn aggressive. They start thrashing your body with a disease.

Streptococcus pneumoniae (the ugly critter up top) works like this.

What’s the logical response for humans to attempt?

Stop them from doing it!

This process is known as "quorum quenching." It is an attempt to distrupt the bacteria from sensing the tiny, molecular howls they send out to each other.

That’s one kind of "language" I hope our doctors get a real good handle on.

McCoy? Crusher? Pulaski? Brashir? Doctor? Phlox? Franklin? Frasier? — Y’all listening?

LEARN MORE.

Racism In Europe

There have been scattered reports in the media for a while about an increase of anti-Semitism in Europe. While I’m sure they have some skinhead hooligans over there who get sick jollies by spraypainting symbols and insults on synagogues and Jewish tombstones, I’ve suspected that the real rise in European anti-Semitism isn’t due to the influx of vast numbers of illegal (and legal) Muslim immigrants from North Africa and parts east.

Now I’m starting to wonder.

HERE’S A DISTURBING POST FROM POWERLINE ABOUT ANTI-BLACK RACISM IN EUROPE.

Quorum Sensing & Quenching

Streptococcus_smallYou know how they talk about needing to be exposed to a certain amount of a disease before you’re likely to catch it?

There are several reasons why this can be the case. One of them has to do with a kind of bacteriological language called "quorum sensing." What happens is this: You get a bunch of the bacteria in your body and they send out molecules that announce their presence to each other. They’re like dogs howling, trying to hear other dogs out in the night.

If the bacteria hear enough howls coming back to them, they decide that a "quorum" is present. A quorum is like a hunting pack, and the bacteria turn aggressive. They start thrashing your body with a disease.

Streptococcus pneumoniae (the ugly critter up top) works like this.

What’s the logical response for humans to attempt?

Stop them from doing it!

This process is known as "quorum quenching." It is an attempt to distrupt the bacteria from sensing the tiny, molecular howls they send out to each other.

That’s one kind of "language" I hope our doctors get a real good handle on.

McCoy? Crusher? Pulaski? Brashir? Doctor? Phlox? Franklin? Frasier? — Y’all listening?

LEARN MORE.