When I mentioned I often buy an ornament to commemorate the year, Karen suggested that would be a fun blog post. Since this tradition is all wrapped up in the Unibrain, the post is over on our site if you’re interested.
I sent an email about this to my father, but wanted to capture it here too. Because if nothing else, this web site is a place for me to go on and on about Robert Heinlein and his effect on my life.
Reading all the news stories about the 50 people trying to keep the
nuclear factor under control in Japan, I keep thinking of the Heinlein
story The Long Watch. If you’re not as familiar with the story as my father and I am, the hero sacrifices himself to disarm some nuclear warheads and dies, isolated, of radiation poisoning.
I frankly don’t remember a lot about the story, other than hero is self-sacrificing, brave and ironic. But a final scene has always stayed with me: After he’s received a fatal radiation dose, he lights a cigarette, and blows a puff of smoke at the Geiger counter, which chatters wildly. He grins in reply.
We all pray it doesn’t come to this. God bless the power plant workers, and keep them safe.
I hesitate to make a list of “Top Ten Bad Movies” because I fear commitment. No sooner would I post a list then I would think of another awful film and have regrets. So let’s just start with a few, shall we, and I’ll add them as my memory serves me.
Bad movies are best when you run across them flipping channels. Do not attempt to rent and watch a bad movie from start to finish.
Number One All Time Favorite Bad Movie: Commando
Demonstrating my inability to commit to my fear of commitment I do have an unequivocal number one.
Reasons I love it: Single Dad kills everybody to save his daughter. Arnie’s arms like tree trunks. Brave little Alyssa Milano spitting at a bad guy. Shopping at the weapons store with the hilariously well stocked vault. Rae Dawn Chong launching a LAW. Twice. Arnie in a swimsuit. Arnie painting himself with camouflage sticks. Machine gunning the heads off roses.
Arnold: Remember, Sully, when I promised to kill you last? I lied.
Rae Dawn Chong: These guys eat too much red meat.
Other Favorite Bad Movies in No Particular Order
Zorro the Gay Blade
Reasons it’s Fabulous: Zorro has a gay identical brother. Named Bunny. Outrageous Spanish accents. Lauren Hutton’s acting range from A to B. Brenda Vaccaro going over the top, and back around and up and over again, God bless her.
Fifth Don: I am Don Luis Obispo from Bakersfield.
Esteban: Walk like a sissy boy!
Esteban: Is it red like an apple or red like a radish?
Zorro: The sheeps! In the field!
My Blue Heaven
Reasons I love it: Steve Martin plays a mobster and chews up a Jersey accent. Rick Moranis is an unlikely Fed. Rick Moranis kicks a guy’s ass and throws him out the house. Joan Cusack is in it. Joan Cusack is the love interest. Demonstrates the value of knowing how to merengue. Scene title slides like “As I am not trained for anything else, I re-embark on former career.” This movie forever changed my tipping philosophy.
Steve Martin’s cousin: “I thought Wankel invented the rotary engine?”
Steve Martin: “It’s not tipping I believe in. It’s overtipping.”
Down With Love
This one’s really bad. Just watch the clothes. Appreciate that the filmmakers bravely swung and missed. Think of Ewan McGregor jetting around Hollywood in the vintage Porsche roadster he bought to get in the mood of the period. Wonder if you’d look good in a hat.
Sssh. Don’t listen. Watch the clothes.
And there’s … Sam, who keeps saying “sir” to Frodo until one begins to have mad visions of founding a Hobbit Socialist Party.
Ursula LeGuin, noting one of the few flaws in The Lord of the Rings trilogy
The Tuesday after Memorial Day there was still a field of flags along the west bank of the Willamette river. As I mentally paused to give thanks to those who have served and are still serving, the book Starship Troopers popped into my head. That was unexpected. I spent the rest of my drive to work sorting out why my brain had made that connection.
People often categorize the philosophy of Starship Troopers as fascism or militarism. But I think it is fundamentally about service. It is about putting others before yourself and recognizing there are things more important than your own life. Some of those things are people, some are ideas.
Heinlein’s works are full of heroes who sacrificed themselves for some greater good. In Space Cadet the Corps’ heroes, posthumous medal recipients all, are memorialized by being included in every role call. In “The Long Watch” the hero sacrifices himself to stop a military coup – the final unforgettable scene is of him blowing radioactive cigarette smoke into a Geiger counter, awaiting his inevitable death from radiation poisoning. In Starship Troopers Johnnie Rico’s* ship is named after a real WWII soldier who received the Congressional Medal of Honor for his valour. Heinlein was making a point.
While it focuses on the military, the Federal Service required for citizenship is broader than that. Not all who serve in Troopers are killing things, some are doing dangerous research or dangerous labor. All have volunteered to sacrifice their time and perhaps their health or lives.
It is a profound statement about the importance and nobility of service. It is one of the core values of Christianity. It is Daniel in the den of lions and David facing Goliath. It is believing in the power of an idea or caring for your people so strongly that you put your one and only body at risk. This is not unique to Christianity or Judaism by any means. It is an aspiration in many religions and philosophies.
I’m not trying to say there is nothing else going on philosophically in Troopers or advocating its system of government. (Though that would be a fun debate sometime, if you feel like it.) I am saying that this message, the nobility of service, is what has buried itself in me during my many readings of the book.** In my belief system, which is also based on Christianity, Louisa May Alcott, Madeleine L’Engle and Che Guevara, it is an anchor point. It is why a bank of Memorial Day flags makes me think of Johnnie Rico.
*Of all the many things that pissed me off about the movie version, the one I shall never forgive is that Johnnie wasn’t Fillipino.
** That and the value of a good flogging. Kidding! Kidding. Che wouldn’t approve. Unless they were Imperialists.
I was raised by hippies and read a lot of science fiction while growing up in California. I’ve always had a belief that I need to be prepared for the following:
- The Big One
- The Nuclear Apocalypse
- The Worker Revolution
Over the years my supplies and plans have varied, but two things have remained constant for over 20 years:
- I keep a pair of walking shoes and socks at my office.
- I carry a P-38 military can opener on my key chain.