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Idiocracy (2004-2006) ***

Fox dumped Idiocracy, Mike Judge’s savage, often very funny satire of media and mediocrity over the weekend, with little notice and no advance screenings. After catching it on Saturday with an audience of five (and I seemed to be the only English speaker in the room), I was pleased to run across three other moviegoers over the holiday who had seen it and were buzzing about its brazen “Planet Butt-head” mix of stupid characters behaving in numbingly stupid ways. idiocracy_1_6.jpgLuke Wilson plays very ordinary Army private Joe Bowers who’s conscripted into a cryogenics experiment that should last a year, but lasts until The Great Garbage Avalanche of 2505. He wakes to a world of relentless crudity, but of Kafkaesque familiarity and repetition, with a fistful of familiar brand names, transformed into gaudier (truthier?) versions of their current incarnations: Fox News is read by naked bodybuilders, FuddRuckers has transformed into ButtFuckers (where a kiddy birthday party can be seen under the sign) and Starbucks has become a chain of handjob parlors. (They love their “vente lattes” with “full release.”) TV watchers are addicted to The Masturbation Channel. The most popular series if “Ow, My Balls,” which consists of the star getting repeatedly kicked in the crotch. A talking Carl Jr’s’ vending machine obscenely tongue-lashes its users. Anyone who can finish a sentence—Bowers, basically—is mocked for “sounding faggy.” (Knowledge=Weakness.) A vista that seems to be vaster and more polluted than Mexico City has on its horizon a CostCo that’s larger than Mexico City. Yes, the vulgarity goes all the way to the White House, where the failed country is run by President Camacho, a machinegun-wielding man in flag-emblazoned tights, part Apollo Creed, part Rick James. I could go on—there’s a provocation at every turn, despite the choppy editing and aural wallpapering of the movie with a dull voiceover—but I’ll leave it at this: Mike Judge’s angry, insistent voice, and his willingness to take a premise into absurdity, still come through loud and clear. (So does his contempt for where a fellow Texas is taking our culture.) You have to ponder whether anyone in read the script, most notably in the product placement offices of the above-named corporations. 84m. [Also check out my favorite perspective from another writer, over at Matt Dentler’s Austin-centric-rific pad.]

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One Response to “Idiocracy (2004-2006) ***”

  1. sky_capitan says:

    I never even heard of it until last week. It’s not playing in my city either. Office Space is a classic… I will see this on DVD, I guess.

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It shows how out of it I was in trying to be in it, acknowledging that I was out of it to myself, and then thinking, “Okay, how do I stop being out of it? Well, I get some legitimate illogical narrative ideas” — some novel, you know?

So I decided on three writers that I might be able to option their material and get some producer, or myself as producer, and then get some writer to do a screenplay on it, and maybe make a movie.

And so the three projects were “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” “Naked Lunch” and a collection of Bukowski. Which, in 1975, forget it — I mean, that was nuts. Hollywood would not touch any of that, but I was looking for something commercial, and I thought that all of these things were coming.

There would be no Blade Runner if there was no Ray Bradbury. I couldn’t find Philip K. Dick. His agent didn’t even know where he was. And so I gave up.

I was walking down the street and I ran into Bradbury — he directed a play that I was going to do as an actor, so we know each other, but he yelled “hi” — and I’d forgot who he was.

So at my girlfriend Barbara Hershey’s urging — I was with her at that moment — she said, “Talk to him! That guy really wants to talk to you,” and I said “No, fuck him,” and keep walking.

But then I did, and then I realized who it was, and I thought, “Wait, he’s in that realm, maybe he knows Philip K. Dick.” I said, “You know a guy named—” “Yeah, sure — you want his phone number?”

My friend paid my rent for a year while I wrote, because it turned out we couldn’t get a writer. My friends kept on me about, well, if you can’t get a writer, then you write.”
~ Hampton Fancher

“That was the most disappointing thing to me in how this thing was played. Is that I’m on the phone with you now, after all that’s been said, and the fundamental distinction between what James is dealing with in these other cases is not actually brought to the fore. The fundamental difference is that James Franco didn’t seek to use his position to have sex with anyone. There’s not a case of that. He wasn’t using his position or status to try to solicit a sexual favor from anyone. If he had — if that were what the accusation involved — the show would not have gone on. We would have folded up shop and we would have not completed the show. Because then it would have been the same as Harvey Weinstein, or Les Moonves, or any of these cases that are fundamental to this new paradigm. Did you not notice that? Why did you not notice that? Is that not something notable to say, journalistically? Because nobody could find the voice to say it. I’m not just being rhetorical. Why is it that you and the other critics, none of you could find the voice to say, “You know, it’s not this, it’s that”? Because — let me go on and speak further to this. If you go back to the L.A. Times piece, that’s what it lacked. That’s what they were not able to deliver. The one example in the five that involved an issue of a sexual act was between James and a woman he was dating, who he was not working with. There was no professional dynamic in any capacity.

~ David Simon