Thursday, May 18, 2006

Imagine

I'm doing some research on Ian McKellan and, on his website (which is pretty cool), I found a poster for a production of The Promise by Aleksei Arbuzov. The leads in the production, above the title with their head shots in the poster, were Judi Dench, Ian McKellan, and Ian McShane. Imagine! I'd pay good money to see any one of them live. I'm a huge fan of each. All three of them, young, fresh, working in rep together. Wow! Think of it.

I got to see Kyle McLaughlin, the year before Dune came out, play Romeo at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. He was great. I worked with Susanne Bertish at Santa Cruz, so this sort of thing does happen in America too. But the Brittish have a system for bringing up actors, and the great movie villains we know now (since that's what most Brittish actors end up playing) all were kids together back in the sixties. On Saturday Night once McKellan joked about him, Anthony Perkins and Maggie Smith all studying together ("And now, she's the harry Potter lady, He's Hanibal Lechter and I'm an action figure."--in fact, they're all action figures. Judi Dench too. I wouldn't be surprised if Ian Mcshane had an action figure for his Sweringin character on Deadwood. Now, a Lovejoy action figure! That would be ultra cool!).

Lynn Rose (link to left) told me in highschool "one day I'll be able to say 'I know Michael Cramer.' I know that!" Will she? Will the people who I worked with at Fair Oaks or Santa Cruz or Sac State or in Automatic Superstar ever say "Yeah, I worked with him before he made it." I mean, let's face it: I haven't paid any kind of dues. I left acting a long time ago, and I just keep drifting back to it. I do love it (and I love directing even more). Who knows.

Maybe this should go in my livejournal instead of Media Grouch. It started out as a rumination on acting in England, but then got personal. Oh well. This isn't a professional website by any stretch of the imagination.

I mean, you can see them on stage now. I saw David Warner do Major Barbara on Broadway (box seats even). But think of it. Judi Dench, Ian McKellan and Ian McShane all together on stage. What a night that would be.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Bushisms

So, according to todays Times, everybody who has written about Bush (and there's been a wave of new books) both pro and con puts him down as making decisions based on ideals and beliefs--gut feelings--as opposed to analyzing, debating, and thinking about a problem, and details how he ignores normal decision making and policy aparatus in favor of his own pre-conceived notions. His boosters call this his biggest strength, his detractors a sign of hubris.

Me, I call it exactly what I expected when this bozo was elected back in 2000. It is sad when someone lives down to expectations that are so low. Bush has proven himself to be every aweful thing Liberals were afraid he would be: arrogant, competent, stuborn, and autocratic. Without the spector of Nixon hanging over him, I'd say he's the worst president ever. He is every evil, venal, vile thing the conservatives have been accused of being. He is a modern day Musolini, a neo-fascist disguised as a neo-conservative, a shoot from the hip cowboy who doesn't care who gets caught in the crossfire, a pro business, pro war, bully who has made the world a vastly more dangerous place in his six years in office, and who is destroying not only American freedoms, but the economy and our world standing in the process.

But we know all that.

Today he came out in defense of domestic sppying once again. It seems, according to USA today, that the NSA has been colecting a huge database on calls made by citizens within the United States. Now, me, I assume every call I make is being monitored, but most people seem to get irate about that sort of thing. Bush claims everything he does is legal. And it might be--is it illegal to collect info on who called whom? I mean, so long as you don't actually listen to the conversation? I don't know.

I do know that the president is still rolling out 9/11 as though it justifies his burning the constitution. How can someone who wants to tap Americans' phones, who thinks congress is a body of 400 yes men, who openly despises the courts, who denies due process to Americans, who condones torture, who keeeps people locked up for years in military prisons with no access to either lawyers, their own government, or the Red Cross, with no trials and no hope of reprieve, who signs off on extraordinary rendition, who unilaterally decides to invade a sovereign nation that did not attack us, who believes America should be a Judeo-Christian theocracy, and who tries to undermine democratically elected governments in Venezuela, Iran, Bolivia, and Palestine, be considered a defender of freedom?

I mean, I'm just asking.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

I suppose the sixties are over after all

Jane Jacobs and John Kenneth Galbraith died last week. It is apropraite that they should have died so close together. They were practically of an age, as they say. Together they represented two of the the great cornerstones of liberalism, two books published almost on top of one another, that described the liberal ideal in clear, beatiful, and wrenching prose. Jacobs' "The Death and Life of Great American Cities" from 1961 and Galbraith's "The Afluent Society" from 1958 were, among other things, peans to an older, "Big Tent" sort of liberalism, a liberalism that existed before identity politics and various "isms" became the main focus of the liberal ideal. Their efforts to promote equality, understanding, and tollerence led liberals to embrace a "stick up for the downtrodden" ideal. Everyone who had been confined, constrained, and marginalized by the old patriarchy was suddenly an oppressed mass who had to be championed, and femenism, afirmative action, gay rights, environmentalism, the rights of the developmentally disabled, imigrant rights and old people's rights, suddenly became the focus of the liberals and of the Democratic party. Everyone not only had rights but they needed protection from the old society and their sufferings for thousands of years had to be redressed. By the way, I agree with all of that. The problem is that most people in the US didn't. Not really. They may have given lip service to it in 1972, especially after Nixon became the poster-child for every ill we liberals laid at the feet of conservativism, but they didn't care that much. And, as if 100 million little Alan Bakkes started to sprout all over America, people began to realize that more jobs for women and minorities and imigrants might mean fewer for straight white men. and Liberalism lost site of the fact (or like me, simply took it for granted that everyone understood) that we were supposed to be fightin for everybody--including straight white men.

All those straigt white men who started voting republican in droves.

And it started in California, right at the moment the 60s peaked, that brief time between the Free Speech sit in at Sprowl Plaza in Berkley (California) and the Summer of Love in San Francisco (California), when Regan was elected to restore order (in California). Soon Dirty Harry was roaming the streets of San Francisco (California). Sure, the counter-culture lived on for awhile. The As and the Raiders and the Warriors, counter-culture icons of a sort, would rule the sporting world from Oakland (California), while Gay Rights would flourish in San Francisco (California) and Hollywood (California) would swing hard to the left. Jerry Brown, for my money still the greatest policitian and statesman of my lifetime, and the one man I'd vote for or campaing for above all others, was elected governor of California. But the death-penalty backlash and the tax rebelion would both start in California and would bring him down, and off in Davis (California) Bakke's suit against the University of California was the beginning of the end for afirmative action. And before you knew it Regan was president.

And Regan and Atwatter were suddenly pitching the big tent themselves.

The same tent that Galbraith and Jacobs had helped to errect.

Galbraith argued that a rising tide does not necessarily float all boats, and that corporate America had a strangle-hold on society. A few of his obituaries--notably the LA Times--claimed he was flat out wrong about this. But I guess they've never tried to cross a street in Manhattan without tripping over a Starbucks. Galbraith predecited the post-modern Wall-Mart/Microsoft/Starbucks world back in the 50s. And he was right on.

Jacobs believed in cities--not suburbs--as the life generating machines of 20th Century living. She believed in the preservation of the diverse city block, with small buildings and big buildings, small business and real people living and talking and coexisting. To her, density and diversity were the keys to a healthy society. Her theories, still much more acceptable than Galbraiths are today, gave rise to "New Urbanism," developments menat to stress walking and public transportation, porch swings and community.

Both of them championed liberal causes.

And both of them are now dead.

We lost Betty Friedan and Revernad William Sloane Coffin this year too. Droppig like flies they are now.

Well, nothing wrong with that. Their time is past. It is time for new people to cary the torch. But I wonder--will two books (make it three: let's add Friedan's *Femenine Mystique* in their too, though that was one of the first salvos of identity politics) ever again change the world and cause such a stir as these books did?