|Yes Men; "Yes! Ma'am"
||[Oct. 3rd, 2004|04:23 pm]
I love meaningless wordplay; it's a weakness.|
I am physically exhausted and emotionally drained, in the very best sense of both terms. Forgive me if I sound soppy - time spent with my girlfriend is always a too-brief taste of heaven on earth. I have never been involved with anyone who makes me laugh as often, who pushes my mind as hard, whose arms were such a joy to wake up in. She is wit and wisdom, sensitivity and healthy self-regard; her ego seems as strong as a rock; the Dalai Lama could take lessons from her sense of proportion.
We actually went out last night. Saw a new documentary, The Yes Men.
Not a great film per se - Michael Moore was interviewed in it a couple of times and I could not help but think it was a shame he hadn't directed it - but it is nevertheless occasionally very funny and - for those of us who have not bought in to the "fear is freedom/dissent is treason" mindset of Haliburton's Public Relations office George W. Bush - it is another reminder that we aren't crazy; they are!.
The Yes Men are pranksters, with an overtly political agenda. They first gained noteriety with a site that so offended the then-governor he suggested there "should be limits on freedom of speech". The site is a satirical clone of the real thing and the governor's idiot reaction to it inspired them to start up a World Trade Organization clone site that was realistic enough they soon began to receive emails from various organizations asking the GATT to send representatives to various conferences and television appearances.
The pranksters could not but access and so was born an elaborate hoax, in which "WTO representatives" would attend conferences and make increasingly fascist speeches - to which, usually, the response was respectful applause. There is a horrifying scene in which they explain that the US Civil War was a ghastly mistake because slavery is not economically viable - better to outsource your labour to poor countries where
slaves free workers can be maintained for far less money than they would cost if they were kept close to home.
Fuck. My brain really isn't working very well. This is a terrible review.
Trust me. It's a film much more worth seeing than the latest epic about cgi fish.