Occupation: Dreamland, dir. Garrett Scott and Ian Olds @ Int’l House, 7 p.m.
A few days later, when everyone is more relaxed, the inevitable necrophilic humor of imperial war-making comes out: “How much money would it take for you to have sex with a male corpse at the fifty-yard line during the Super Bowl halftime show? What? Five million?
Christian Parenti — The Freedom: Shadows and Hallucinations in Occupied Iraq
Vader — “This is the War”
Juelz Santana, featuring Cam’ron — “Kill ‘Em”
2 responses to “The Face of Battle”
perhaps a digression–or maybe i missed the bent of the necrophilia/war metaphor, but i always loved the sniper sequence in full metal jacket. after a long desensitizing transition from the simulations of boot camp to the reailities of combat, there’s a remarkable snap-to for the soldiers. having fatally wounded the female sniper who strategically hobbled, then killed, their comrade, the unit struggles over waking emotions of compassion, emasculation, and vengance. the scene wouldn’t have had the same gravity with a male enemy/sniper. the gender tension brings it back into terms civilians can understand. that said, to answer your question–paraphrasing eminem–i’d do a stiffo on the fifty for $20 and a bottle of mini-thins…which, you guessed it, makes me fucking crazy. still that’s a tough scene. very iconic, too.
Would that that were a metaphor! That’s a direct quote!
Having seen this film, you get a keen sense of what Iraq was like in 2003, before the Marines laid siege to Falluja, before the Abu Ghraib revelations galvanized the resistance, before the provisional elections were held that seem to have only reinforced ethnic allegiances that easily give way to civil insurrections.
The sense I got, and a feeling I’ve held for some time regarding those who feel this is a situation to be “fixed” for fear of civil war breaking out. The reality has been that the Iraqis have been fighting a civil war since the resistance began to define the contours of their allegiance to power.
That said, I think it’s strange that a soldier would muse like a necrophilic Ludacris!