Monday, July 19, 2010

The Right's Culture Leaders Have Refudiated Mel Gibson But When Will Their Political Leaders Refudiate Palin?

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Yesterday there was a mini-tempest in a Tea Party Pot when some bloggers had to explain to Sarah Palin that refudiate isn't a word. Fortunately for posterity I saved her idiotic tweet before she deleted it:


Then she compared herself to Shakespeare. No, really. She did. Just look up top at the original twitter record of her Facebook page-- the one notably missing the deleted first reference to her Shakespearean usage of "refudiate." At least she didn't claim Trig or Track was had the steering wheel at the time! By while the clownish figure the mass media insists on elevating to the status of quasi-serious presidential contender for a formerly serious American political party was stumbling all over herself in Twitterland, Frank Rich was putting into context the bitter end of another right-wing cultural figure and destructive sociopath. Roland says no one cares about Palin but everyone wants to watch Gibson writhing in agony and self-destructing in real time.
For Fourth of July weekend fireworks, even Macy’s couldn’t top the spittle-spangled eruptions of Mel Gibson. The clandestine recordings of his serial audio assaults on his gal pal were instant Web and cable-TV sensations-- at once a worthy rival to Hollywood’s official holiday releases and a compelling sequel to his fabled anti-Semitic rant of 2006. A true showman, Gibson offered vitriol for nearly all tastes, aiming his profane fusillade at women, blacks and Latinos alike. The invective was tied together by a domestic violence subplot worthy of Lethal Weapon. There was even a surprise comic coda, courtesy of Whoopi Goldberg, who, alone among Gibson’s showbiz peers, used her television platform on The View to defend her buddy’s good character.

The Gibson tapes-- in plain English and not requiring the subtitles of some of the star’s recent spectacles-- are a particularly American form of schadenfreude. There’s little we enjoy more than watching a pampered zillionaire icon (Gibson’s production company is actually named Icon) brought low. The story would end there-- just another tidy morality tale in the profuse annals of Hollywood self-destruction from Fatty Arbuckle to Lindsay Lohan-- were it not for Gibson’s unique back story.

Six years ago he was not merely an A-list movie star with a penchant for drinking and boorish behavior but also a powerful and canonized figure in the political and cultural pantheon of American conservatism. That he has reached rock bottom tells us nothing new about Gibson. He was the same talented, nasty, bigoted blowhard then that he is today. But his fall says a lot about the changes in our country over the past six years. We shouldn’t take those changes for granted. We should take stock-- and celebrate. They are good news... In the America of 2004, Mel Gibson, box office king and conservative culture hero, was invincible.

Once The Passion could be seen by ticket buyers-- who would reward it with a $370 million domestic take (behind only Shrek 2 and Spider-Man 2 that year)-- the truth could no longer be spun by Gibson’s claque. The movie was nakedly anti-Semitic, to the extreme that the Temple priests were all hook-nosed Shylocks and Fagins with rotten teeth. It was also ludicrously violent-- a homoerotic “exercise in lurid sadomasochism,” as Christopher Hitchens described it then, for audiences who “like seeing handsome young men stripped and flayed alive over a long period of time.” Nonetheless, many of the same American pastors who routinely inveighed against show-business indecency granted special dispensation to their young congregants to attend this R-rated fleshfest.

It seems preposterous in retrospect that a film as bigoted and noxious as The Passion had so many reverent defenders in high places in 2004. Once Gibson, or at least the subconscious Gibson, baldly advertised his anti-Semitism with his obscene tirade during a 2006 D.U.I. incident in Malibu, his old defenders had no choice but to peel off. Today you never hear conservatives mention their embrace of The Passion back then-- if they mention Gibson at all. (Fox News has barely covered the new tapes.) But it isn’t just Gibson who has been discredited. Even as he self-immolated, so did many of the moral paragons who had rallied around him as a culture-war martyr.

Take, for instance, the president of the National Association of Evangelicals. During the “Passion” wars, he had tried to blackmail Gibson’s critics by publicly noting that Christians are “a major source of support for Israel” and that Jewish leaders would be “shortsighted” to “risk alienating two billion Christians over a movie.” That evangelical leader was Ted Haggard, the Colorado megachurch pastor since brought down by a male prostitute. Gibson’s only outspoken rabbinical defender in 2004, the far-right Daniel Lapin, would be sullied in the scandals surrounding the subsequently jailed Washington lobbyist Jack Abramoff. William Donohue of the Catholic League-- who defended Gibson in 2004 by saying, “Hollywood is controlled by secular Jews who hate Christianity in general and Catholicism in particular”-- has been reduced these days to the marginal role of attacking the Times for reporting on priestly child abuse.

The cultural wave that crested with “The Passion” was far bigger than Gibson. He was simply a symptom and beneficiary of a moment when the old religious right and its political and media shills were riding high. In 2010, the American ayatollahs’ ranks have been depleted by death (Falwell), retirement (James Dobson) and rent boys (too many to name). What remains of that old guard is stigmatized by its identification with poisonous crusades, from the potentially lethal antihomosexuality laws in Uganda to the rehabilitation campaign for the “born-again” serial killer David Berkowitz (“Son of Sam”) in America.

Conservative America’s new signature movement, the Tea Party, has its own extremes, but it shuns culture-war battles. It even remained mum when a federal judge in Massachusetts struck down the anti-same-sex marriage Defense of Marriage Act this month. As the conservative commentator Kyle Smith recently wrote in the New York Post, the “demise of Reagan-era groups like the Christian Coalition and the Moral Majority is just as important” as the rise of the Tea Party. “The morality armies have failed to inspire their children to join the crusade,” he concluded, and not unhappily. The right, too, is subject to generational turnover... The death throes of Mel Gibson’s career feel less like another Hollywood scandal than the last gasps of an American era.

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3 Comments:

At 2:27 PM, Blogger KenInNY said...

(1) I certainly hope Princess Sarah will be invited to share some of her favorite Shakespearean word coinages and explain how they enriched the context and perhaps even the language. (Perhaps right after she answers Katie Couric's question about which periodicals she reads.)

Remember when Karl Rove got that weird idea for a propaganda campaign claiming that Chimpy the Prez -- who may never have seen the inside of a book even in his Yale and Harvard days -- was reading all those highfalutin' titles including Shakespeare plays? Are there any enterprising reporters out there canvassing Teabaggers to find out what their favorite Shakespeare play is? (Yeah, of course: MERCHANT OF VENICE. Won't they be disappointed to learn that its apparent anti-Semitism really isn't?)

(2) That is SOME column from Frank Rich!

Ken

 
At 10:23 AM, Anonymous Bil said...

I would like to take this platform to formally refudiate the half governor...

AND the unconscionable John McCain (songbird) who chose her to be a heartbeat away from his presidential run.

 
At 11:28 AM, Blogger KenInNY said...

This is an interesting point, Bil. I suppose the princess would have made it to prime time anyway, considering her particular set of, er, assets, but Young Johnny McCranky deserves an asterisk to history for positioning her to take an early, er, leadership role amongst the post-2008 Dumb-Dumber-Dumbest Right.

I doubt that Young Johnny could have strung together 25 words about his running mate when he picked her, but then, "half-assed" and "half-cocked" have been the signature qualities of his political life.

Ken

 

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