Showing posts with label Iran. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iran. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Over all else, severed appendages equal box office

Starting this summer, carbon-neutral Hollywood will attempt to roll out a series of big-budget films with environmental themes. Many of these movies will cast man as the bad guy and Mother Nature, with her own unique brand of hurricane and melting ice caps vigilantism, as the victim.

This melding of Tinseltown's environmental ethos and box office aspirations has worked in the past -- in 2004, environmental disaster flick The Day After Tomorrow grossed over half-a-billion dollars world-wide and facilitated discussion of global warming. More recently, Al Gore's An Inconvenient Truth proved quite profitable.

Although some studio executives are concerned that, partly due to the relative success of Gore's documentary and the awareness it raised, mass audiences will now avoid the parade of environmentally themed would-be blockbusters -- just as they have been avoiding other topical message films, such as Syriana and Blood Diamond.

That calculus provided no hindrance to 300, a movie which just posted the largest March opening ever. 300 tells the tale of Thermopylae, an epic battle in the Greco-Persian war of the fourth century BC. In the end the brave self-sacrificing Greeks, who are considered the fathers of democracy and Western Civilization, defeat the Persians, who are portrayed as homosexuals. A double whammy which isn't sitting well in Iran, the current home of the Persian Empire and the rumored next stop on Team America's tour of democracy.

Of course it's highly probable that, unlike the hyper-sensitive Iranian clerics, American movie goers aren't seeing any parallels to the present; they just like to see guts spilled and heads removed.

Which means, assuming Mother Nature does her share of impaling and braining, this summer Hollywood may be able to have its cake and eat it too.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

The time I cheered for Iran

During the World Cup, I've been watching soccer as I eat lunch. If I can get past the diving, the bizarre aversion to moving the ball in the direction of the opposing team's goal and the international-language-of-outrage theatrics after ever call or no-call, it's a pretty enjoyable lunchtime activity.

Although today I was confronted with a whole different sort of unpleasantness during the second half of the Iran-Angola match. The announcers had just made reference to disappointment back home with the Iranian team when the Angolans scored, putting Iran down one to nil and staring a result-less World Cup in the face.

I remembered an article I read before the World Cup about the Iranian minister of sport labeling the soccer team a "disgrace" because they colored their hair, plucked their eyebrows and wore
make up. At first I had assumed it must be an over-the-top fundamentalist reaction to a little hair gel and stylized sideburns, but when I saw photos of some of the players I actually had to agree with the sports minister.

From the look of things on the field a few of the Iranian players were still plucking and dyeing.

That's when I started to worry. Bad things can happen to soccer players who don't perform. One just has to look to Iran's neighbor and sometime sparring partner for evidence of
this.

My own prejudiced notions about the sanity of the Iranian government aside, I don't think any country would be too happy if their soccer team returned home from the World Cup winless, draw-less and a few wigs away from looking like they should be in the desert with
Priscilla.

Even though I was more interested in the Mexico-Portugal game, playing at the same time on a different channel, I couldn't turn away. I found myself cheering for an equalizer from the Iranians -- maybe a point could spare the players a terrible fate.

I was cheering for Iran!

It made me feel un-patriotic and creepy -- especially to be doing so when they were up against such an unlikely and enthusiastic World Cup participant as
Angola.

But I couldn't stop.

My treachery was rewarded with cracking header off a corner kick. The game was back to being tied. I was relieved. The Iranian players looked relieved.

And kind of pretty.