Three Years of Hell to Become the Devil: Outgeeking Bainbridge

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Outgeeking Bainbridge

Now, I'd never take on Professor Bainbridge when it comes to wine: I haven't the taste buds. And on corporate law? More fool me to challenge the guy who authors textbooks. But outgeeking? There we're on more equal ground. And I'm afraid that his accusation that George Lucas has sold the soul of Star Wars to the Democrats just rings hollow.

Basically, the good Professor is upset because:

...Lucas betrayed the basic story arc of the Star Wars mythology in order to score these cheap political points. In the original trilogy, Luke struggled against the absolutism of Obi-Wan and Yoda. It was Luke who insisted that there was still good in Vader, which Yoda and Obi-Wan rejected.

The betrayal in question is in having Obi-Wan say to Anakin, after the latter has muttered some you're-for-me-or-against-me line, "Only a Sith thinks in absolutes."

Now, I've not seen the movie yet, and to the best of my knowledge, neither has Prof. Bainbridge, but to my mind his internal critique doesn't hold up. Bainbridge spends a great deal of time talking about how an older (presumably wiser) Obi-Wan was still doctrinaire and absolutist in his consideration of the Force. But if we consider this Obi-Wan to be less mature than Alec Guinness (and who wouldn't), then the plot still hangs together. Obi-wan may just be full of it. And there's no "betrayal" for "cheap political points" so long as the elder Jedi isn't doing anything more than the lightsaber equivalent of Godwin's Law: you know the conversation's over (and someone's limbs are about to go) when somebody mentions the Sith.

So why are so many assuming that Old Kenobi needs to be taken seriously? It seems that the New York Times found political meaning in the film:

"This is how liberty dies - to thunderous applause," Padm observes as senators, their fears and dreams of glory deftly manipulated by Palpatine, vote to give him sweeping new powers. "Revenge of the Sith" is about how a republic dismantles its own democratic principles, about how politics becomes militarized, about how a Manichaean ideology undermines the rational exercise of power. Mr. Lucas is clearly jabbing his light saber in the direction of some real-world political leaders. At one point, Darth Vader, already deep in the thrall of the dark side and echoing the words of George W. Bush, hisses at Obi-Wan, "If you're not with me, you're my enemy." Obi-Wan's response is likely to surface as a bumper sticker during the next election campaign: "Only a Sith thinks in absolutes." You may applaud this editorializing, or you may find it overwrought, but give Mr. Lucas his due. For decades he has been blamed (unjustly) for helping to lead American movies away from their early-70's engagement with political matters, and he deserves credit for trying to bring them back.

Dear goodness, we can only hope. I mean, if Democrats can't do better than Lucas's tin-ear for dialogue for their political bumper stickers, then I suspect the Republicans will get the geek vote. But now the New York Times has done the impossible: it's made me curious about the final Star Wars film.

Let's face it: Lucas is about as subtle as a chainsaw running through a screen door, at least when it comes to dialogue. I'd expect that even if Chewbacca were mouthing Bush-lite rhetoric, you wouldn't need to be Han Solo to figure out the reference. On the other hand, the New York Times could probably scan Beowulf and find hidden anti-Bush meanings.

So who is it? Is George L. taking on George B.? Or is this all a figment of the Times' fevered fantasies? Sadly, I'll have to see the film to find out, because when it comes to a conflict between the Lucas lack of subtext and the Greying Lady's determination to find same, we reach a level of difficulty almost equal to that of the Great Sci Fi Paradox: What happens when a bunch of clueless red-shirts, guaranteed to survive less than three minutes after a beamdown, meets a platoon of Imperial Stormtroopers, who can't hit a barn from inside it?

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This article on a Cannes press conference might save you the trouble of going to the movie.
http://midwestsummerassociate.blogspot.com/
A wise man once pointed out that "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar", and I think someone needs to remind Prof. Bainbridge that sometimes a trashy sci-fi B flick is just a trashy sci-fi B flick.....
The "wise man" was Freud, on the sometimes-noninterpretation-of-dreams. Less well known is his debt to Kipling. The original line went something like "Wine is only wine, but a cigar is a smoke."
I've noticed that people who are absolutist often think that they are nuanced. (Often because they know other people on their own side who are even more extreme, or have unexpressed feelings which are much nastier.)
TTP: I know it was Freud; I was under the impression that the quote was familiar enough that nobody (at least nobody well educated enough to be follwoing a first person narrative of American legal education) needed to be told who said it. :-)
Oh, perhaps I've underestimated folks. I was under the impression that a lot of people didn't know the source. Eh. Also I was trolling for the exact phrasing of the Kipling quote.
"Now, I've not seen the movie yet, and to the best of my knowledge, neither has Prof. Bainbridge..." And thus continues the conservative tradition of critiquing movies without having seen them. :)
If you notice, Dave, the above isn't a critique of a movie, but a series of questions about it. And having now seen the movie, if you want to carry water for Lucas's dialogue, I hope your back's pretty strong.

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Nepal-Bound

Our time in India came to an end. Though the country captivated us in a way no other place has, we were feeling exhausted, beaten down and outright sacked like only India can do. It was time to leave behind our fickle friend.

Our ride to the border from Darjeeling offered some of the most spectacular scenery we’d seen in the the country. We bounced along the windy roads past lush, verdant tea plantations cascading down the mountainsides while Bollywood classics blared from our taxi. We enjoyed our last chai masala (India’s classic spicy, sweet, milky tea), took our final whiff of billowing smoke from auto-rickshaws and waved goodbye to the tense and awkward stares. Goodbye, India, we were bound for Nepal.

 Nepal Bound

Crossing the border by foot from India to Nepal

There’s something romantic about crossing a border on foot. In one single step you leave behind a country and people, and welcome yourself into a whole new world. Entering Nepal was just that. After paying our $20 visa fee and signing a few documents, we closed the chapter on our India adventure. We were now entering the land of snow peaks, Sherpas, monasteries and yaks, on the brink of uncovering the magic and mystery of the tiny mountain nation.

Our first stop in Nepal was Kathmandu, the country’s capital and largest city. We had a treacherous 17 hour bus ride ahead of us that would wind us up, down and around the world’s highest mountain range. After hearing rumors that the foothills of these mountains were more like graveyards for the bus carcasses that didn’t succeed in making the trip, I told Ryan I had a higher price on my life. We decided to book a flight.

 Nepal Bound

Entering the Bhadrapur Airport

Getting to Kathmandu by plane, however, proved to be nearly as much as an adventure. The airport was more dilapidated shack than transportation hub and consisted of no more than two desks and a set of wooden benches. Were we really putting our lives in the hands of the people who ran this silly excuse for an airport?

Things got sketchier. Our flight was booked with reputable Buddha Airlines, but we were directed to Yeti Airlines to pick up our boarding passes. No explanation was given and we couldn’t seem to get any answers. All we knew is we would be boarding a 16 passenger plane on an airline we hadn’t heard of.

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Inside the Bhadrapur Airport

As our departure time got pushed back several hours, we started to unravel a few pieces of the puzzle. We still didn’t know why we were on another airline, but what we did find out is that they had bumped a couple of Nepalis off the flight to get us on. Because Nepalis pay one-third of the price for airline tickets, getting our ‘deep’ Western pockets on this flight meant someone was making out big. We were feeling more like cattle being herded around but suppose it could have been worse. Some poor Nepalis who had paid their full fare certainly weren’t getting to Kathmandu today.

Our flight did finally depart, and we sat back and enjoyed the bumpy ride over the majestic Himalayas to Kathmandu. India it was not, but the adventure was far from over.

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  1. roundwego says:

    @Clark – Yes, we will most certainly remind you not to fly in Nepal! But the roads just aren’t that much better. Good news is the trails are in fact in the best shape of all.

  2. Clark says:

    Man, remind me not to fly to Kathmandu. I might just risk it with the bus.