Me and White Supremacy

July 21, 2022 | Posted by Peter Jakobsen | Non-Fiction, POLITICS, THUMBNAIL REVIEWS |

“How to Recognise Your Privilege, Combat Racism and Change the World” by Layla F. Saad (2020)

This is the book for me: I am white and regard myself as Supreme, although not for that reason. So this “deep-diving self-reflection tool” sets a 28 day work schedule of “reflective journaling and inner excavation.”  I did the work: but an alternate journal is set out below. This one-of-a-kind personal antiracism tool, an activist education program for confronting white privilege and dismantling white supremacy, helps us honkys check our privilege and “take ownership of [our] participation in the oppressive system of white supremacy.” It’s a tailor-made manifesto for developing your reeducation camp, madrasa or yeshiva curriculum. It takes on the white monolith and its deliberately unconscious bigotry. White supremacists are taught here to focus not on intent but the damage done, after being “called out or called in.” To say this book is remarkable is an understatement. It has been violently praised by activists and critical race theorists; we find it remarkable for slightly different reasons.

First, we need to ascertain credentials, like all white supremacists do. Layla Saad is “a widely read writer, a globally sought speaker, and a popular podcast host…passionate about creating Inspiration, Education & Activation for personal and collective change in the world. Layla’s work is driven by a powerful desire to become a good ancestor; to live and work in ways that leave a legacy of healing and liberation, especially for black girls and black women. Layla is unapologetically confronting the oppressive systems of white supremacy and patriarchy, while offering important teachings and tools for transforming consciousness, cultivating personal anti-racism practice and taking responsibility for our individual and collective healing” [from her website]. Her work is introduced by Robin DiAngelo, author of “White Fragility,” who tells us that it has been her “consistent experience leading antiracist education over the last twenty-five years that most white people don’t really want to know what to do about racism if it will require anything of them that is inconvenient or uncomfortable.” (That hit me where I live).

Next, we need to understand what white supremacy is, exactly. The author helpfully supplies a reliable definition from Wikipedia: the belief that white people are superior to those of other races and thus should dominate them. At this point, discouraged that the book might not apply to me, I skimmed ahead and was heartened to learn that I am actually immersed in “an ideology, a paradigm, an institutional system, and a worldview that [I] have been born into by virtue of [my] white privilege.”  It “perpetuates harm through discrimination, abuse, racist stereotypes, and criminalization.” Simply, I have been “asleep and unaware” of my power over “BIPOC,” as in, “Black, Indigenous, and People of Color.” Without knowing it, I “had shut down a part of [my] humanity in order to participate in white supremacy.”  So I was caught in a Kafka-trap; I couldn’t walk out, because I loved character too much baby…rather than epidermis pigmentation. Therefore, I decided that I wouldn’t publish my White Supremacy Journal, responding to leading questions of the ‘when-did-you-stop-beating-your-wife?’-variety: rather, I decided to set out what Hitler might have written:


SAAD: White Privilege is “an invisible package of unearned assets that I can count on cashing in each day, but about which I was “Meant” to remain oblivious” (quoting Peggy McIntosh). she continues: “In the absence of white supremacy, white privilege is meaningless.”  It is a “deeply held social construct that there are biologically different races and that one race is superior to the others.” Her journaling prompts included asking how one held white privilege, what positive and negative experiences flowed from the privilege and how power was wielded over BIPOC.

HITLER: “The precondition for this [the Will of Nature] does not lie in associating superior and inferior, but in the total victory of the former. The stronger must dominate and not blend with the weaker. The negative is Blood mixture and the resultant drop in racial level is the sole cause of the dying out of old cultures. Positively, All the human culture, all the results of art, science, and technology that we see before us today, are almost exclusively the product of the Aryan. Eternal Nature inexorably avenges the infringement of her commands.”


SAAD: White fragility involves defensiveness whenever a white’s complicity in a system of oppression designed to benefit him/her/other is raised. Prompt: “How do you feel when you hear the words white people? do they make you feel uncomfortable?

HITLER: “If we were to divide mankind into three groups, the founders of culture, the bearers of culture, the destroyers of culture, only the Aryan could be considered as the representative of the first group.”


SAAD: White privileged use Tone Policing [akin to airport henchmen asking exasperated customers to lower their voice when they haven’t raised it – Ed.] to stifle discussion by BIPOC about racism. Prompt: “How have you discounted BIPOC’s real pain over racism because the way they talk about it doesn’t fit with your world view of how people should talk?

HITLER: “‘… it is criminal lunacy to keep on drilling a born half-ape until people think they have made a lawyer out of him, while millions of members of the highest culture-race must remain in entirely unworthy positions; ..while Hottentots and Zulu Kaffirs are trained for intellectual professions.”


SAAD: White Silence involves failure of white supremacists to extirpate racists, not attending Black Lives Matter marches, staying silent when witnessing other white supremacists using their white privilege, white fragility or tone policing against BIPOC. “White silence is violence.” Note that “Introversion is not an excuse to stay in white silence.” Reflective Journaling Prompts: “How do you benefit from white silence?

HITLER: “the innermost essence of all organization requires that the individual renounce putting forward his personal opinion and interests and sacrifice both in favor of a larger group.”


SAAD: White Superiority is proven by the 1940s ‘doll tests’, updated in 2010 to demonstrate that white branding dominates BIPOC branding (apologies if “branding” is triggering). The idea of whitey’s superiority is the “very foundation of his white supremacy“, and it has been inculcated from childhood, conditioned by media, established by fashion, and emphasized through cultural appropriation and the narrative of the white savior. Reflective Journaling Prompt: “Think back across your life, from childhood to where you are in your life now. In what ways have you consciously or subconsciously believed that you are better than BIPOC? Don’t hide from this. This is the crux of white supremacy. Own it.”

HITLER: Gladly. All the human culture, all the results of art, science, and technology that we see before us today, are almost exclusively the creative product of the Aryan. This very fact admits of the not unfounded inference that he alone was the founder of all higher humanity, therefore representing the prototype of all that we understand by the word ‘man.’ He is the Prometheus of mankind from whose bright forehead the divine spark of genius has sprung at all times, forever kindling anew that fire of knowledge which illumined the night of silent mysteries and thus caused man to climb the path to mastery over the other beings of this earth. Exclude him-and perhaps after a few thousand years darkness will again descend on the earth, human culture will pass, and the world turn to a desert.

Der Führer completing his “Me and White Supremacy” Journal


SAAD: White Exceptionalism is the “belief that people with white privilege are exempt from white supremacy” and hence excused from “antiracism work.” “White exceptionalism is the hurt “Not all white people!” response when BIPOC talk about white people’s behavior.” Reflective Journaling Prompt: “In what ways have you believed that you are exceptional, exempt, “one of the good ones,” or above the conditioning of white supremacy?

HITLER: I was absolved of the charge of racism by Whoopi Goldberg.


SAAD: “On Day 7, we do not take a day off, because BIPOC do not get to take a day off from (your) white supremacy, but we do reflect.” Reflective Journaling Prompt: “What have you begun to see and understand about your personal complicity in white supremacy that you were not able to see or understand before you began this work?

HITLER: “A state which in this age of racial poisoning dedicates itself to the care of its best racial elements must some day become Lord of the earth.”


SAAD: The author suggested that the 2nd week of the important work be kept private and confidential or only shared with other people with white privilege. It covers Color Blindness (which is not anti-racist, but rather “an act of gaslighting”, “a magic trick designed to absolve people with white privilege from having to own their complicity in upholding white supremacy“), Anti-Blackness (opposition or hostility toward black people), Stereotyping and Cultural Appropriation. “…though a BIPOC can hold prejudice against a white person, they cannot be racist toward a white person.* They do not have the power (which comes with white privilege) and the backing of a system of oppression (called white supremacy) to be able to turn that prejudice into domination and punishment in a way that a white person would be able to if the tables were reversed.” “Cultural appropriation happens when there is an imbalance of power and privilege – a dominant or privileged culture appropriates from a nondominant or marginalized culture. Cultural appropriation does not work the other way aroundWhat white supremacy once denied to and vilified in entire races of people it has discriminated against, it now appropriates and commodifies. This is racism, and it must be wrestled with.”

Reflective Journaling Prompt: “In what ways have you superhumanized parts of the identities of Indigenous people and POC while dehumanizing other parts?

HITLER: (chose – naturally – to ignore the confidentiality stipulation, and published this global rubric): “In a bastardised and niggerised [sic] world all the concepts of the humanly beautiful and sublime, as well as all ideas of an idealised future of our humanity, would be lost forever.”


SAAD: The 3rd week of work contemplates Allyship, “a lifelong process.”  Note however that “a person with white privilege does not get to be the judge of whether what they are practising actually is allyship, because what they might deem to be allyship could actually be white centering, tokenism, white saviorism, or optical allyship instead.” We traverse the concepts White Apathy (“deadly in its passivity“), White Centering (“the belief, whether conscious or not, that whiteness is “normal” and BIPOC are “other”” – “a collective ego” (!), “an invisible net holding up white supremacy“), Tokenism and Optical Allyship (using BIPOC as cannon fodder for white virtue signalling), and White Saviorism (“a form of colonialismall it takes is a selfie or two with a Black or Brown child…often without parental consent…”). One Reflective Journaling Prompt: “How is your worldview a white-centered one?

HITLER: “The two types will rapidly diverge from one another. One will sink to a sub-human race and the other rise far above the man of today. I might call the two varieties the god- man and the mass-animal.” The new, godlike Aryan would rule over the inferior races, the “mass-animal””.


SAAD: The initial part of week 4 deals with white supremacists’ concordat with other white supremacists: our white supremacist feminist sisters, our white supremacist leaders, our white supremacist friends, our white supremacist families and our white supremacist values. [As I once wrote, “Don’t expect the workers to unite; they’ll side with the bosses ‘cos they’re all white.”] White feminism, having white privilege, understand the patriarchy but has “marginalized BIPOC from its very inception” at the discrimination intersection. White leaders must be called out or called in for white-apathy-centering-saviorism-tone-policing-tokenism, and commit to doing deeper antiracism work. We must call out to our white supremacist family and friends or be guilty of white apathy and white silence. One Reflective Journaling Prompt: “What contradictory values do you hold that hinder your ability to practice antiracism?

HITLER: “My concept is of a new order – a new order, I tell you, or if you prefer, an ideological glimpse into history in accordance with the basic principle of the blood. A new, rules-based international order, where the Volk shall have nothing but a chicken in every pot, a VW in every garage, a black, oriental, semitic servant at each door, and happiness.”


SAAD: “We are coming full circle now…You will…have begun to realize that in order for change to happen, you must lose some of that privilege. I am not talking about “using your privilege for good” in some sort of white saviorist super ally kind of way…Being willing to lose privilege looks like: Taking responsibility for your own antiracist education…Having racial conversations with other white people…Donating  money to causes, movements, and organizations that are working toward liberation and dignity for BIPOC…Paying more money to more BIPOC businesses, entrepreneurial ventures, and projects…Showing up at protests and marches for BIPOC…Taking up less space and allowing BIPOC to take up more space so that they can be heard and their leadership can be followed.”  One Reflective Journaling Prompt: “What risks must you be willing to take? What sacrifices must you be willing to make?

HITLER: We must concede that Blood mixture and the resultant drop in the racial level is the sole and inevitable cause of the dying out of old cultures, and hence we must embrace the new racism, the BlackLivesMatter-Critical Race Theory racism! A new Hitler! A black Hitler, black, pure and proud! The right Hitler for the right future! A Hitler tailor-made for the 2020s, the 2030s and 2040s, 3000!


SAAD: You now understand “the burden of white privilege and what it means to be personally complicit in the system of white supremacy…” Reflective Journaling Prompts are to “write three concrete, out-of-your-comfort-zone actions you are committed to taking in the next two weeks toward antiracism.”

HITLER: (1) Marriages between citizens not of related blood are forbidden; (2) Extramarital relations between citizens of unrelated blood are forbidden; (3) Citizens may not employ in their households female citizens of unrelated blood.


And to think before I started this journey I signed up to this sort of white supremacy evidenced in The Tyranny of Guilt: *”Progressive thought is blind when it suggests that there can be no antiwhite racism or an anti-Semitism among the formerly oppressed or the young people in the projects because they themselves have suffered from this evil. They are the victims; they are exempt from the prejudices that affect the majority of the population. But the reverse is true: racism is multiplying at exponential rates among groups and communities, taboos are collapsing, and everything is explained in terms of physical characteristics, identity, purity, and difference. And this is a racism that is all the more certain that it is right because it is regarded as a legitimate reaction on the part of the persecuted.” (my emphasis). What is most remarkable about Saad’s book is the bland, dogmatic and invidious utterances, and edicts, on every page, without any supporting evidence or justification, the very acme of imbecilic arrogance. The triteness and presumptuousness are Awesome. Me and White Supremacy is Mein Kampf in reverse, only much funnier.

Doing the Work

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Better Call Saul (Finale Season)

July 19, 2022 | Posted by Peter Jakobsen | Drama, THUMBNAIL REVIEWS, TV SERIES |

(Stan, 2022)

This sublime series, from one, two, three, four and five, a pre-cursor to Breaking Bad, is wrapping things up. Series Six hurtles toward dark places with all the terrifying speed of a runaway train, conducted by Edgar Allan Poe. This is a slow train wreck coming: we know that split-personality-Saul, Honourable killer Mike, and Super Polite and Super Evil Gus, make it into the made-earlier-but-set-later series, but what of Nacho, Howard, the dreadful Lalo and – of course – Kym?

A major Better Call Saul season 6 surprise has been revealed – and fans aren't happy | TechRadar

It’s just the best thing on TV in many, many years…

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The Black Sorrows

(…play Saint George’s Road (and more), Adelaide Guitar Festival, 15 July 2022)

Joseph Camilleri (b. 1948 in Malta) formed the seminal R & B / Rock band, Jo Jo Zep And The Falcons, in 1975, that crafted several classic songs (So Young, Hit And Run, Shape I’m In, we even liked the faux-disco Sweet) that would have been monster hits in any parallel universe. Real success didn’t come until 1983, when Camilleri created The Black Sorrows, with hits such as Hold On To Me, Harley and Rose, Chained To The Wheel, Never Let Me Go, Mystified and the Chosen Ones. While Joe is a consummate artist, TVC, having seen him in the Barossa Valley some years ago (he was terrific), went along to the Dunstan Playhouse with the queasy feeling well-known to pop fans: would the evening play out as comedian Tony Martin described some years ago, when his mates persuaded him out to see a Neil Diamond concert? “C’mon, it’ll be great, he’ll play “Crunchy Granola Suite,” – which he did, after several crap songs from his new album Lovescape.

Before that apprehension was resolved, Lecia Louise, a (very tall) guitarist, multi-instrumentalist and singer (Woodford Folk Festival – 2004/05 & 2007/2008, Woodford’s Dreaming Festival – 2009, Mullumbimby Festival – 2009/2010, The Quicksilver Pro – 2008, A La Carte in The Park – 2008, West End Festival – 2011 and featured at Joyfest), gave us a set of mostly unknown (to us) songs that ranged from old-school rock to country, including “Admirable Woman,” and one about the diverse qualities of men (may they never meet). She is a one-woman band, utilising synth, samples and pedal changes expertly, and has a strong good voice. And she did a great cover of the creepy song by War, “Low Rider,” so memorably used in The Young Poisoner’s Handbook. A great support.

And The Black Sorrows put our qualms to rest: with great backing – Claude Carranza (guitar/vocals), Mark Gray (bass/vocals), James Black (keyboards/vocals) and Tony Floyd (drums) – Joe Camilleri lead a full house through songs traversing the years, such as “Wednesday’s Child,” “Hold on to Me,” “Saint Georges Road,” “Livin Like Kings,” “Harley and Rose,” and “Tears for the Bride.”

Setting up Joe’s saxophone

And there was a barnstorming finale, “Shape I’m In.” We only clipped half a star off our review because we could have done with more.

après le show

Though in his career Camilleri has been described as an “incredibly poor record seller,” he’s said “I never signed up to make money, I signed up for the music.”  His music, (Saint Georges Road is his 50th album) remains of consistent high quality; his voice has stayed strong, his sax is mellow and pure, and he clearly is having loads of fun. And pleasing loads of people. That’s our definition of success.

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In the Heat of the Night

July 8, 2022 | Posted by Peter Jakobsen | Classic Film, FILM, THUMBNAIL REVIEWS |

(Directed by Norman Jewison) (1967)

It looks a little dated now: race is still a Great Big American Problem but in an entirely different way – however, In the Heat of the Night still resonates, largely due to efficient direction and some terrific performances. Styled as a thriller, and fairly glib even on that level, the film has flaws (including over-plotting) but works most effectively as a study of chalk-and-cheese relationships, where our tribes become our talismans and we forget how much alike we really are. (A title song performed by Ray Charles helps).

Virgil Tibbs (great name, played by Sidney Poitier), a negro loitering at a train station in Ol’ Miss early in the morning, (in a suit, to boot!) naturally draws the suspicion of a local patrol cop, Sam Wood (Warren Oates). A moneybags has moved into town to establish a factory and Sam finds him in an alley with his head bashed in. And now, look at all that money in Tibb’s wallet!

Police Chief Gillespie (Rod Steiger) thinks they’ve got their man, but Tibbs proves he is a homicide detective from Philly – who earns more than Chief Gillespie – and then agrees to lend a hand with the investigation (somewhat begrudgingly; the prejudice on all sides is done well, without ladling too much sauce on the meat). Poitier, so often type-cast as the Ivy-League Magic Negro, is excellent as the taciturn, aggrieved stranger who has depths of knowledge, expertise, and courage that earn him the respect of the local cops. A number of supporting roles add nice colour, including Lee Grant as the murdered man’s widow, Scott Wilson as the poor-white-trash suspect, and Larry Gates as the local patrician who resents Tibbs’ presence (their exchange of slaps is an electrifying moment).

In the final analysis, however, the film belongs to Rod Steiger. A character actor turned leading man who at times could lead his character into a chewing of the scenery, Steiger here, albeit playing a redneck out of the cracker-barrel, is scrupulously restrained in a wonderful performance.  As David Shipman wrote: “the scene where he confesses to [Tibbs] his loneliness had some beautifully controlled emotional acting..” and it is to him that much of the success of the piece is due.

In the Heat of the Night Celebrates 50 Years, Opens TCM Film Festival | IndieWire

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Elvis – The Movie

July 3, 2022 | Posted by Guest Reviewer | Classic Film, FILM, THUMBNAIL REVIEWS |

(Directed by Baz Luhrmann, Gold Coast premiere, June 2022) [Editor’s note: Rock biopics have greatly improved of late, such as Bohemian Rhapsody and Rocketman. It was only a matter of time before some ambitious director ‘Followed That Dream’ and tackled the life of Elvis Presley, one of the most significant cultural figures of the twentieth century. Our guest reviewer, Andrew Brown, the biggest Elvis Tragic we know, attended the Gala Premiere on Queensland’s Las Vegas, the Gold Coast (or “Goldy”) with family in tow, to report on proceedings.]

We attended the Red Carpet event on the Goldy on 4 June, under the pretense of taking Jodie shopping at Pacific Fair Shopping Centre – our first red carpet ever, and it was worth the lining up (I lined up while Jodie shopped) – secured front row, to see and hear Baz, Tom (Hanks), Austin (Butler), Olivia (DeJonge) and all the cast. Seemed to be a lot of love in the air by all on the carpet – I suspect due to being together for over 2 years, on and off, on the Goldy, through COVID. Then the Premiere screening occurred on 23 June 2022.

I thought the film captured the essence of The King – born to sacrifice his life to change forever the World of Music, leaving a legacy which lives stronger all the time, which is ironic as Elvis’ biggest fear was that he would not be remembered and it would all be over in his life time.

Having visited Memphis, Graceland, Beale St, Sun Recording Studio and surrounds, the recreation of those places on the Goldy was amazing, a stepping-back in time – ever since I visited, I have thought that to have been in that part of the World in the 50’s would have been like living in the centre of the universe, in terms of the change and excitement.

The film’s focus on Elvis’ spiritual side is appropriate, in terms of music and life. And just as Elvis hit his peak following the TV “comeback” special and the start of his Vegas career, his manager, Colonel Tom Parker, signed his life away, obligating The King to play unprecedented numbers of concerts, in order to cover the Col’s gambling debts. In the end, Elvis effectively gives up his wife and child, to keep performing, with the assistance of Dr. Nick’s drugs, with no genuine wellbeing support from his manager, father or mates – he needed his fans more than his family: very sad, but what a legacy. We loved it and aim to see it again. And for a post-movie session, we headed to a late lunch at Rick Shores restaurant in Burleigh Heads – according to Baz, one of the reasons he so loved the Goldy!

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Erato Teppanyaki

July 2, 2022 | Posted by Guest Reviewer | FOOD, Restaurants, THUMBNAIL REVIEWS |

(21 King William Street, 30 June 2022)

What better way to wind up the end of financial year than a blow out at this rather impressive teppanyaki place in Adelaide, in the 1936 AMP Building, built in the Beaux Arts style.

There’s a set menu range, for meat lovers, seafood lovers, and mix and matchers: featuring such dishes as Coffin Bay Oysters with sour cream and chive, ponzu and salmon roe; Steamed Egg with Foie Gras, Oscietra caviar; Wagyu roll with Enoki and a Teriyaki glaze; Ora King Salmon with Nori, Kombu butter; Beef Tataki; Teriyaki Chicken, an Angus Beef Tenderloin with Wagyu Fried Rice and Miso Soup, plus dessert, which was a cool green pistachio-type ice cream. Washed down with a Penfolds Bin 51 Eden Valley Riesling.

Not every dish worked but it built to a satisfying whole. Service was excellent and the company at our table stimulating. You won’t get out of the joint without a dent in your wallet, but it is worth it for a special occasion.

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July 1, 2022 | Posted by Lesley Jakobsen | Drama Film, FILM, THUMBNAIL REVIEWS |

(dir. Ari Aster) (2019)

Midsommar performs poorly on The Babadook Horror Movie Scale. Rather than dark mansions and creepy children, Aster has set his nastiness in sunny meadows (although it still looks cold) peopled by beatifically-smiling blond Swedes.  But the story is familiar.  Nice, naive, clean, modern-day American kids are blindsided by evil, sophisticated old-worlde types.  Maybe there’s witchcraft.  (See Henry James, add The Lottery, stir with Rosemary’s Baby).  While we’re at it, let’s get the rest of the obvious comparisons out of the way: The Wicker Man, Get Out, The Village and Hereditary (Aster’s previous feature). Our innocents, Christian (Jack Reynor), Mark (Will Poulter), Josh (William Jackson Harper) and Dani (Florence Pugh) don’t appear to know any of these cautionary tales, or they’d be a bit suspicious when they see a bear in a cage in the compound of a  Swedish cult.  At the time of a big festival.

Apparent layabout Pelle (Vilhelm Blomgren) has invited his US college buddies, anthropology students Christian, Mark and Josh, to his family’s ancestral commune in rural Sweden to experience a one-in-eighty-years summer festival. Dani, a psychology student (honestly could these people be more useless?) invites herself along, much to the chagrin of the guys, including her boyfriend Christian, who has been trying to ditch her. The kids don’t suspect a thing but we, the audience, do, from the moment the group arrives and is offered native hallucinogenic mushrooms by the grinning, flower-crowned cult members. This can’t be good.

Later (and curiously often), the Swedes sit at long, pale, outdoor tables staring into space silently, while the Americans lounge, complain and play with their cutlery.  The silent staring thing doesn’t bother them. Nor does the bear. In a cage. In a Swedish field. They’re also OK with the deliberately-bred imbecile oracle (in ridiculous prostheses). We in the audience, however, know that it’s time for Dani to say, “I’m off to Spain then”. But she stays.  She wants to hang onto Christian and there’s a redhead feeding him unmentionables. Dani was kind of clingy before, but after a triple bereavement early in the film (well done scenes and a theme that should have been expanded to add more of the depth which this film desperately needs) no, she’s not leaving, even when heads get smashed. Things get even weirder when Mark unwittingly profanes the ancestors. (Frankly we’re glad to see the back of him with his brash American ways and weird eyebrows).

We the audience stay too, because, although we know from experience the general manner in which this will end, Midsommar is atmospheric and entertaining enough; despite being a pallid and pointless derivative of so many stories that have come before. It looks pretty (most of the time) and there’s a nice final shot.

Midsommar's Deaths Represent The Four Elements - Theory Explained

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The Unlikely Murderer

(Dir. Charlotte Brandstrom and Simon Kaijser) (Netflix, 5 Episodes)

Unlike another recent Netflix offering set in Sweden (Midsommar), the natives in The Unlikely Murderer are not beautiful; nor do they dance among the buttercups. Rather, these Swedes are generally jowly, live in flimsy brown apartments and are spared nothing by the close-ups of their pores and the 1980s fashions (did such a high proportion of Swedish women really suffer under mushroom haircuts?)

The Unlikely Murderer is based on the true life assassination of Prime Minister Olof Palme (Peter Viitanen), below, in the town of Täby, north of Stockholm.  After the Prime Minister and his wife (a terrific, hard-edged Cilla Thorell) left a cinema on the snowy night of the 28th February 1986, Palme was shot and killed by a lone assailant. There was a person convicted but he was acquitted on appeal. To this day there has been no-one brought to justice.

(Olof Palme) Felipe González ofrece una rueda de prensa junto al primer ministro de Suecia. Pool Moncloa. 28 de septiembre de 1984 (cropped).jpeg

Stig Engström (a similarly excellent Robert Gustafsson*), a middle-aged graphic designer at Skandia in Täby, is rotund, bald and resentful. He is loathed by his colleagues – save for kind-hearted Gunhild (Lia Boysen), reminiscent of Francois Pignon’s secretary, Mademoiselle Blond, in The Dinner Game.  Indeed, Engström could be Monsieur Pignon gone bad, very bad. Engström is angry and unbalanced; despised, suspected and pitied by his wife Margareta (Eva Melander); ridiculed by his bridge partners.

The Swedish police find Engström an unlikely murderer due to his poor health, clean criminal record and general air of impotence. But the writers of this series consider him to be the likely murderer because of his paranoia, loathing of Palme, access to and familiarity with guns, and his presence at the scene. The series moves between early scenes on the night of the shooting (when we see Engström kill the Prime Minister) and its long aftermath.

Engström craves the media attention he first attracts as an eye-witness and chases it for years, long after the police have lost interest in him. The police are portrayed as inept, but it is difficult for the non-Swedish viewer to follow their investigation because of the preponderance of similar names and the various agencies involved. Real-life authors Lars Larsson and Thomas Pettersson (Björn Bengtsson) brought Engström back to the attention of the police. In 2020, twenty years after Engström’s death, and thirty-four years after the assassination, the prosecutor rather expediently named Engström as the prime suspect in the murder and closed the case.

The series is in the Swedish language but carefully and satisfyingly dubbed into English with a few sub-titles.

The Unlikely Murderer ~ Netflix: A Non-Spoiler Review - Reel 2 Reel Talk

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The Riddle of the Labyrinth (Margalit Fox)

“This is the true story of one of the most mesmerizing riddles in western history and, in particular, of the unsung woman who would very likely have solved it, had she only lived a little longer”, begins Fox’s telling of the decipherment of Linear B. As with so many of the early, imaginative theories of the meaning of the Linear B script, however, this is less accurate and more enticing than the truth. Alice Elizabeth Kober’s role in the solving of this mystery was overshadowed, but not ‘unsung’ as was Rosalind Franklin’s role in the decipherment of the structure of DNA, for so long. (Fox wisely never draws the comparison). As Fox herself says, “Kober was by the mid-twentieth century the world’s leading expert on Linear B.”

Kober (1906-1950), an overworked American academic (see below) whom Fox calls “The Detective,” is the central figure of three in this – yes – mesmerizing book. In 1900 Arthur Evans, “The Digger” (how he would loathe that title!), a famed British archaeologist, unearthed an immense Bronze Age building on the island of Crete.  He concluded that it was the palace of King Minos, home to the Minotaur. Most importantly, he found thousands of clay tablets inscribed with a hitherto unknown writing and preserved by fire. At that time they were Europe’s earliest written records. Evans and his successors sat on them, releasing only a few inscriptions to scholars desperate to attempt the decipherment.

Alice Kober - Wikipedia

Kober set to work on the copies of inscriptions which she did have, learning other languages first, to assist. The work involved is mind-boggling. Having determined that Linear B is a mainly syllabic language, “[s]he catalogued the frequency of each character, of course, but she catalogued a great deal more than that.  She noted the frequency of each character in any position in a word, (initial, second, middle, next-to-last, and final); the characters that appeared before and after every sign; the chances of a given character’s occurring in combination with any other character; repeated instances of two- and three-character clusters; and much else.”  By the time of her death in 1950 at the age of 43 she had filled 180,000 index cards hand-made due to wartime shortages). To those with some knowledge of an inflected language – such as Latin or Ancient Greek – the explanation of Kober’s method, determining “the complex interlacements between the Minoan language and the Minoan writing system” will be particularly fascinating, but it’s a must-read for anyone at all interested in puzzles, writing and language.

Then, as every schoolboy knows, in 1952 architect Michael Ventris (“The Architect”, son of architects who went to Carl Jung personally for child-rearing advice) published his findings – a decipherment of Linear B*.  He had had the benefit of the work of Kober and others but, curiously, at the eleventh hour, only made the breakthrough when he reluctantly abandoned his certainty that Linear B was not a form of Greek.  Ventris has of course been lauded for this final push, at the expense of Kober (and others who worked on the script).

La traduzione del lineare B

Kober dies aged 43; Ventris dies aged 34. Perpetually hunching over stone tablets makes one sick or dangerously tired, obviously.

After all that, what do the tablets tell us?  “There are no grand narratives lurking in Linear B – no epic poems, no romances, no tales of gods and their derring-do.”  They are the administrative and economic records of a Mycenean state, some 3,000 years ago. “Their account books, set in clay and baked in unintended fire, tell us what they sowed and reaped, what they ate and drank, the names of the gods they worshipped…how they earned their keep, how they passed their time, how they defended themselves and made war”.  And that’s a great deal. Fox quotes the American newspaperman Murray Kempton on the difference between criminal and civil proceedings – “The Criminal Courts can only tell us the way some of our sisters and brothers steal or kill or die.  But the Civil Courts tell us the way all of us live”.

  • See “The Decipherment of Linear B” by John Chadwick.

Linear B Tablets from Pylos - Trojan war

[Editor’s note and free translation: “Hi Minos! How are you? Weather here is fine. We had lunch in the olive grove, near an enormous maze. Heard some growling coming from within, so we headed for the shore. Regards, Theseus.”] Continue Reading →


(Director Joseph Kosinski) (Netflix, 2022)

Spiderhead, a 107 minute TV movie from a short story by George Saunders (see our review of Lincoln in the Bardo here) is a bit too long. About 100 minutes too long. Saunders kept the story short for a reason.

It starts interestingly enough and maintains the tone of a Black Mirror episode throughout, (not a good Black Mirror episode though. Not like San [sob] Junipero [sob]). Steve Abnesti (A Hemsworth) is the governor (sort-of) of an island prison facility called “Spiderhead” (the name is not explained in the film and don’t bother Googling it, it doesn’t really matter). Prisoners who agree to take part in experimental drug trials can be transferred to Spiderhead where, in exchange for guinea pig status, they live in comfortable surroundings. Jeff (Miles Teller) who accidentally killed a mate when he drove drunk (so that he’s relatable) is in a relationship with Lizzy (Jurnee Smollett, sister of Jussie!). Lizzy’s crime has to be a doozy for the plot to work, but it isn’t and it doesn’t. The story suffers from the writers’ constant attempts to make the audience like Jeff and Lizzy. Furthermore, Jeff seems to have free run of Abnesti’s quarters and the experiment station itself.

Whichever of the many identical Hemsworths this is, he gives the spider who administers the drugs and plays with peoples’ lives the usual smug Hemsworth treatment. He even refers to himself as one of the ‘beautiful people’. His only interesting moment is when he dances to Roxy Music’s More Than This. It does add depth to the character and, if you like Hemsworths, you’ll love it, (whichever Hemsworth it is). Indeed, the soundtrack is  pleasing, and fitting.

Abnesti’s small and earnest assistant Verlaine (Mark Paguio) gives us enough concerned looks to ensure that we know that something’s wrong. The big reveal is no surprise, and doesn’t even make sense. The action scenes are silly. The  sex scenes are gratuitous and cringeworthy. It is reported that the Hemsworth who played Abnesti said that there was a “complexity to the character unlike anything I’d done before“.  This is frightening. As is the amount of mascara he allows to be ladled onto the eyelashes of his blue, blue eyes.  We recommend that this Hemsworth immediately watch Paul Newman in The Hustler and in Hud. Watch and learn.

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