The Fool's Discontent, Part 7

Read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

VII.

But if

Your poem’s not long enough, strong enough, wait!

The piper is calling for you

And if your song is not high enough, clear enough, jump!

No bird ever stumbled that flew

And if your story’s not sharp enough, deep enough, look:

I know what you seek is the True!

And if

Your fingers clutch weakly at things that don’t seem

To bear up the glory or harbor the dream

And your toes become numb in the biting dry air

Of the cold empty hall leading on to nowhere

And love is a rope and your spirit a chair

And if

Your feet are too slow

And your hands are too wet

And your ears are too close

And your dreams are too set

And your head is too hard

And your mind is too soft

If your thoughts are too clean

And your will is too weak

If your eyes are too thin

And your lips cannot speak

And your heart runs so quick when your thoughts start a-spinning

And your thoughts are set dark when the man starts a-grinning

And your raw throat constricts at the thought of not singing

And your brain gives a leap at the thought of not thinking

And if

Your hands start to shake at the thought of control

And your skin starts to crawl at the call of the night

And your nose starts to curl at the taste of defeat

And your eyes start to glass at the thought of respite

And you turn

And you toss

And you cannot catch sleep

And you envy the dawn with her red morning mist

And you envy the sand with her fluid white pearls

And you envy the forest with her whisp’ring laugh

And you envy the sky with her playful light fits

And you envy the sea with her black magic eyes

And her sweet-smelling sense

And her cool salty smiles

And you run down the road while the night is yet black

And you run to the cliffs with the moon at your back

And you run with the wind as the horizon shatters

And you run with abandon as though nothing matters

And you long for the stone-cut dreams that are found

Where the head meets the heart and the sun hits the ground

And you envy the sea with her mad ocean gown

And her foaming white lace

And her shafted-light crown

And you toss

And you turn

And you stare

And you frown

And you just want to sing out in prayer before you drown

I will meet you on the wild black forest hills

At sundown.

Slightly more useful District 9 commentary

Oh yeah, that District 9 thing. I was going to make up for my feeble attempt at reviewing, right? Well anyway, here's what I find most interesting about this film:

1. The documentary-style opening sequence is two things: very well executed (usually when movies take this approach it comes off, at best, as very "fake") and a perfect way to hammer home the political/societal seriousness of the movie to follow. Of course, as previously mentioned this doesn't especially pan out. But in any case, a great zinger opening.


2. The aliens have RIDICULOUS weapons and are superhumanly powerful. Which, regardless of whether the movie is supposed to say something to us Americans or is a strictly an apartheid commentary, makes them silly as slum-dwelling refugees. It just don't jive, you know? Like, we're supposed to believe they're all so downtrodden they trade their body-exploding guns for cat food?


3. There's a lot of F-bombing in District 9. That's not really anything unusual. What is unusual is just how...non-intrusive it is. Unlike the many films which have celebrated the f-word by using it either in a certain context or in an over-the-top manner (e.g. the "F---ing A" catchphrase of The Deer Hunter or - duh - Scarface), the word's prevalence in this film is clearly no more than a reflection of the times. Wikus's frequent use of "f---" whenever he gets into trouble slides by almost unnoticeably because we are so used to hearing it in this context.

"F---" has become so incredibly ubiquitous in everyday conversation that it probably deserves its own post at some point.


4. The action and core story are, when you get down to it, pretty darn conventional. Lots of missed bullets, convenient breaks in the action whenever the protagonists need to talk, a moment rather early on when you KNOW which character is going to do what for whom during the climactic sequence.

But nevertheless, something about the whole production really makes you want to root hard for the success of the protagonists. You just have to refrain from thinking too hard about it.


IN conclusion, District 9 is an interesting and unique movie that works best as a strongly contextualized (i.e. set in Johannesburg) sci-fi/action piece. Unfortunately, certain elements of the film and its story strongly encourage us to seek a greater significance, and by seeking we only uncover flaws that make it impossible to take any of it very seriously.