Winter for Hitler


by James Killough

There was some terribly sad news last Wednesday: Sarah Palin announced she isn’t running for president.  The fact that the final gong on that tuneless, talentless cabaret act was utterly muffled by the untimely demise of a truly great man, Steve Jobs, was the definition of poetic justice, and will set the tone for the Moosehead MILF’s rapid slip into obscurity.  However, I shall miss Tina Fey’s impersonations.  Fuck, she was funny.

Hopefully this picture will soon be a still from Celebrity The Price is Right.

Joe McGinniss’s article in the Daily Beast had a decent paragraph that summed up just how dangerous this whole episode was:

In our 235 years as a nation, [Palin’s nomination] might have been—other than the Civil War—the gravest threat our republic has ever faced. Not only was she the most unqualified candidate in our history, she might have been the most mentally fragile, and she was certainly the only one ever who flirted openly with the notion of ending the separation of church and state.

I think it’s my own wishful thinking that the Tea Party and their embarrassing weirdness will stop.  They are beautifully organized, as most rightwing ventures are.  Sometimes this conservative ability to focus serves the country well, such as the Log Cabin Republicans spearheading the repeal of DODT and DOMA.  At other times it, well, gives us the Tea Party.  What amazes me most is they obviously didn’t think about how their name might remind even moderately literate people of one of the more demented scenes from Alice in Wonderland; it did end up being prescient of their actions as a group.  I’m sure it has been noted before, but from an advertising perspective, the Tea Party must be the most accidentally apropos branding in history.

When I Google Imaged "log cabin republicans" I got this! Awwww!

When I close my eyes and think of liberals trying to organize, focus and reach a consensus, for some reason I imagine a meeting of the organizers of any given gay pride event anywhere in the world, with each possible sort of Ghey represented, from tranny to circuit queen to butch muscle bear, plus the Lesbotrons, none of whom can stand each other, especially the Lesbotrons.  Somehow the event takes place despite the bickering and the disagreeing, but it’s always raucous and in bad taste, and I don’t attend because I’m not represented and I’m a phonophobe who loathes gay boom-boom wailing diva music.

In industry news, director Lars von Trier issued a statement last week that he was questioned by police in North Zealand concerning his monologue about sympathizing with Hitler and being a Nazi at this year’s Cannes Film Festival, all of which was caught on tape because it was a press conference.  You have to watch this to believe it:


I have to say I really like the lighting in that vid, with Kirsten Dunst in the background as the Alice character growing increasingly appalled at the Mad Hatter’s rant.  You couldn’t make that shit up.  (Am I the only one who gets Kirsten Dunst confused with Claire Danes on a regular basis?  I wrote the entire first draft of this post convinced that was Claire Danes at the press conference, and I’d seen her in Melancholia, the film they’re promoting.)

For those who thought that von Trier was questioned by police in New Zealand, you are forgiven: he and Lord of the Rings director Peter Jackson were looking similar before Jackson lost the weight.  However, Those In The Know know that von Trier doesn’t travel by plane, so he was unlikely to be in New Zealand.  We assumed that North Zealand is probably some bumfuck region of Denmark, which it turns out it is.  See, although most von Trier films are set in America, he has never actually been here.  His is an imagined America gleaned from films and images, which he shoots in Denmark or Sweden, and that is admittedly very cool.

Separated at birth and by Cannes: former festival darling von Trier (left), and Peter Jackson, who probably thinks the festival takes place in a surfing resort in Northern Australia.

Like Galliano, who made similar pro-Nazi statements last year, but had the excuse of being drunk and not stone-cold sober at a press conference, von Trier is a creative genius mess.  Galliano’s comments were made in spite, in the language of the purest Bitter Old Queenish (BOQ), with which all Gheys are regrettably conversant.  BOQ is learned at an early age when you discover you are born at the very bottom of the social pecking order.  It arises from despair and is honed by defensiveness.

The bitterness in Bitter Old Queenish sinks in deeply and festers in the Petri dish of normal tween insecurity.  But it can lie dormant for many years after you run away from home, join your fellow Gheys in merrymaking and flourish mentally to some degree, while having all of that plentiful random sex Str8s politely pretend to be jealous of, when in fact there is nothing they are jealous of us about; the only difference between adulthood and the playground is that the children are older.  What will later turn into vitriol and fluent Bitter Old Queenish is for the average young promiscuous Ghey just witty banter that inspires sitcoms like Will & Grace or reality shows on Bravo.

Galliano does his own styling, so this pic says it all about what he thinks about himself.

You might even become the greatest fashion designer in the world, in which case you hardly care what people think about you; money and power are seductive, so even implausibly unattainable men sleep with you, and you buy the delusion.

Then you pass a certain milestone and become utterly unfuckable.  You can’t even blow some pissant filmmaker’s German boyfriend in a luxury bathroom of the Plaza Athenée.  You try desperately to stop the slide with facelifts, Botox and injections, but it only gets more comical, and they’re giggling and taunting just like in the middle-school playground, except now you don’t have adulthood to look forward to, just the grave.  So the BOQ rises in your throat, takes hold of you like the Devil with Linda Blair in The Exorcist.  You have an urgent, insatiable need to put everyone beneath you in a desperate attempt to buoy your ego.

Gotta love the innernet: you can even buy a BOQ sweat shirt from, modeled by a 25-year-old straight Eskimo. Where's the purse-lipped, saggy-faced, flop-titted barfly?

But what about Lars von trier?  Does he look like he even had his morning coffee at that press conference, much less too much champagne and cocaine?

My friend, the artist Scott Covert, summed up his feelings for von Trier’s work when we were watching Dancer in the Dark—a deeply turgid musical starring Björk, whom von Trier drove to a breakdown during production—by loudly proclaiming so that the whole theater could hear, in a harsh New York accent, “This is brilliant, but I hate it.  Know what I mean?”

"Dancer in the Dark" is so bleak it could only have been made in Europe. Same with "Breaking the Waves." Same with...bah, just look it up on von Trier's IMDb page. Easier.

All crews have their gossip, and if it isn’t quite accurate, then it’s at least based in truth.  I heard an anecdote once from a member of his production department about how just before he was about to shoot Dogville, von Trier went to pick up his star, Nicole Kidman, personally from the airport.  At that time, and perhaps still, he always wore this beat-up leather jacket, and drove some equally run-down Volvo, or Saab, or whatever Scandi vehicle.

At a certain point while they were driving from the airport, von Trier started sobbing.  He lost it so badly he had to pull over to the side of the road.  Kidman had no idea what to do.  Here she was alone with this legendary mad, smelly director in this not-very-glam car, and he’s crying so hard he can’t drive.  She started to console him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, expecting that some horrible tragedy had just befallen him.

“Why Tom Cruise?” He bawled.  “WHHHHYYYY?”

Kidman had such a great time making "Dogville" that she let Bryce Dallas Howard play her role in the sequel, "Manderlay." That's saying a lot. Kidman isn't known for her generosity of spirit.

If you break down the Cannes press conference, it’s more than just a train wreck happening in slow motion, it’s the culmination of something von Trier has been thinking about for decades.  He starts on a thread, which makes perfect sense in the particular idiom and dialect of North Vontrierland, and then realizes that he is speaking publicly, not to his crew, his cast or even just to his fellow weirdo Danes—and the Danes are by far the strangest of the Scandinavians—and then he tries to justify what he’s just said, then it all derails horribly when he takes a whack at Israel.   Behind him, Kirsten Dunst in her mind can feel her entire management team at United Talent Agency and her publicist trying to yank her to her feet and away from the table, or at least out of frame.

The long train wreck in question began after the release of what many consider to be von Trier’s first film, Europa, in 1991.  In actual fact, he had already made Medea in 1988, which has to be the most relevant rendering of the Greek tragedy ever created, Euripedes’ included; you  are presented with a completely different, new, believable twist on why she kills her children.  And “twist” is key because it is so twisted, but also utterly devastating, which rapidly became two distinct traits in a von Trier piece.

Medea’s story in its entirety has always fascinated me: a barbarian princess has her marriage to her husband, Jason of argonauts fame, effectively annulled because she isn’t Greek, so she kills the sons she had with him in revenge, even though she killed her own brother to get Jason the Golden Fleece that allowed him to return to Greece in the first place.  I had wanted to direct my own film version since staging the Euripedes play, which only deals with the Theban portion of her story, in college.  After seeing von Trier’s film, I retired the plan.  It is good enough to make you think you could never do better.

In von Trier's early masterpiece "Medea," she wears this medieval leather outfit so she looks wet all the time. The whole film is just so out there, so heartbreaking.

The IMDb gives the following synopsis of Europa:

An American, Kessler, goes to post-war Germany in 1945 to work as a railroad conductor for the Zentropa Rail Line instead of going into the Army…. He meets Katharina Hartmann, the daughter of the railroad owner and they fall in love. The Nazi sympathizers remaining in Europe coerce Kessler into cooperating with them to carry out terrorist tactic against the American forces attempting to govern the country, but Kessler’s inability to perform brings about a realization about his place and America’s role in Germany.

The word Zentropa is important to the story of the von Trier train wreck because it became the name of his production company, just as the obsession with Nazis and what a man’s reaction to them should be is central to Europa, specifically to a German-named American man, who, because he’s played by Franco-American Jean-Marc Barr, sounds like a European.

Former "Big Blue" heartthrob Jean-Marc Barr as the train conductor in "Europa."

I didn’t like Europa, but most people I know did, especially Germans and North Europeans, now that I think about it.  I found it annoying and pretentious, and if anything is going to be shot mostly in black and white it had better be spectacular, and this wasn’t.  But it was the beginning of von Trier’s thread about the nature of evil, whose proper origins are in Medea, but his company isn’t called Medea Entertainment.  To me, that it is named after Zentropa means that Europa is von Trier’s most personal film, that he identifies with this hero above all others; anyway, note how most of his protagonists are women, and what torture he puts them through; indeed, they are protagonists to him, not heroes.  Aside from evil, the themes of Americanism, Nazism, concentration camps, time, human bondage, racism and so forth were just beginning to be explored by him, and blossomed into his later films.

Von Trier went on to direct some brilliant works, and some not-so-brilliant, like any prolific genius.  He was one of the co-founders with Thomas Vinterberg of a Danish film movement called Dogme 95, which was absolutely silly and I don’t think they took it very seriously themselves, but it gave rise to a style of filmmaking distinctly its own.  Von Trier was probably the first of the collective to abandon the dogma of Dogme 95.  He went on to experiment with deconstructed worlds-as-sets in Dogville and its senseless follow-up Manderlay.  His last theatrical release, Antichrist, was even darker than Dancer in the Dark, and at least twice as annoying.

Charlotte Gainsbourg and Willem Defoe getting primal with it in "Antichrist."

But the offending press conference was about his forthcoming Melancholia, starring Kirsten Dunst and Charlotte Gainsbourg, and to understand where von Trier’s Zentropa train wreck is going, what its terminus is, you have to see the film.  Christopher Cramer and I will be reviewing it as a sort of follow up to this piece this week, so I won’t say much except that it is his apotheosis, the summation of everything he has been trying to express in different ways over the decades in his own language, his North Vontrierlandese: all life, mankind in particular, is intrinsically evil and should be annihilated.  We are both Nazi and concentration camp survivor, and the imagined American is some sort of hero/anti-hero torn between the two.

Personally, I don’t agree with what von Trier said at the press conference for whatever intellectual and artistic reasons.  But, to quote Voltaire, “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”  Well, as I’ve said before, I am unlikely to defend you to the death—there are others in ranks and uniforms better suited to do that than me—but I will certainly throw a tomato at whomever is giving you a hard time about your right to free speech.

World's collide, literally, over the evil of life in "Melancholia."

Which brings us to France prosecuting both Galliano and von Trier for anti-Semitic war-crime etceteras just for expressing themselves in either Bitter Old Queenish or North Vontrierlandese.  That is wrong.  Yes, Galliano should be prosecuted for assaulting people physically but not for abusing them verbally, and von Trier should express contriteness for his words, which he has done, as has Galliano.  I think it’s over the top for von Trier never to speak publicly again, and I doubt that is going to happen any more than Galliano was ever going to retire from designing.  But the state has no right to punish them for expressing themselves, nor even to send police to North Bumfuck Denmark to question von Trier.  That is a crime in itself.

In the end, you can either be cool or be a douche. Whether it’s Palin, the Tea Party, or Galliano and von Trier, to use another quote of Voltaire’s, it’s all the same: Le secret d’ennuyer est celui de tout dire.  The secret to being annoying is being a loudmouth.

Comments: 11

  • oldancestor October 11, 20117:23 pm

    Hahaha! I heard about this, but the video is priceless, mainly for the look on Dunst’s face. General rule for anyone in the entertainment biz who is near a microphone: Do not talk about Adolph Hitler. There is no upside.

    By the way, the difference between Kirsten Dunst and Claire Danes is 2 cup sizes. You must not have seen the wet t-shirt scene in Spider-man. Yow!

    “Medea” was the best rendering of the Greek tragedy? You obviously haven’t seen Ray Harryhausen’s “Jason and the Argonauts.” Does Medea have swordfighting skeletons and a cast of weightlifters? I thought not. Jason and the Argonauts skipped around the whole infanticide bit, slightly altering the thematic content, PERHAPS, but it did have a giant bronze robot, which makes up for any oversights in the script.

    I guess I have to check out one of these Von Trier productions. About every three years a bunch of movie people write, “Holy crap, did you see what happened in the new Von Trier film? That guy is fucked up.” Then I forget. Remind me.

    Oh, and as for him causing Bjork to have a breakdown… That doesn’t seem too hard.

    • Pure Film Creative October 11, 20117:36 pm

      Start downloading von Trier. Stat.

    • Pure Film Creative October 11, 20118:38 pm

      And I have nothing to say add Kirstin Dunst’s breasts other than what I say in the video review …

  • Shawn R. October 12, 201112:39 am

    With respect to the Claire Danes vs Kirsten Dunst confusion, I can one up you. One of the most awkward and embarrassing situations in my life…

    So, three years ago, I was at Rebar, the second floor bar at The Trump. In walks a famous actress. The first thing I said to my friends was, “hey, Kirsten Dunst just walked in.” Then, after a second, I was like, “Wait, I’m mistaken, that’s not Kirsten Dunst, that’s the girl from Save the Last Dance and who just recently did a GREAT movie with Steve Martin that I can’t remember the name of. That’s Julia Stiles.”

    “In fact, my favorite line in any movie I’ve ever seen is from her movie with Steve Martin. I can remember the line but I can’t remember the name of the movie.”

    Now, I have a rule in life: I never ever approach or talk to famous people. I want them to feel at home and comfortable as they can. I’ve had encounters with many (btw, James, you’ll appreciate I dined beside Roberto Cavalli at the Just Cavalli restaurant in Milan on Friday). I didn’t say a word to him, his German Shepherd or the model he was with.

    However, because the line in this movie was so brilliant to me, I decided I would make an exception this one time. Actors are as, if not more, insecure than the rest of us and so I felt a professional and kind compliment would be appreciated. So I tried searching the names Julie Stiles and Steve Martin. Unfortunately nothing was coming up immediately. The only thing that came up was Ten Things I Hate About You. But that wasn’t it.

    Well, they were paying their tab and so I felt it was the right time to give a casual compliment.

    I approach her and her guy friend and casually say, “Excuse me, I just want to let you know I love your work. In fact, my favorite line in all of film is from one of your movies.”

    She says, “That’s very sweet, thank you. What line is it?”

    I say, “It’s from the film with you and Steve Martin but I can’t remember the name of it.”

    The cinematography on this line was great…end of movie, Julia Stiles walking away from him on the sidewalk…both facing the camera. Steve Martin is thinking this line in his head…it’s a voice over of thought.

    The line is: How is it possible to miss someone so much who you purposely kept at a distance so when she was gone, you wouldn’t miss her?

    She says, “That’s a beautiful line but that’s not from one of my movies. I never did a movie with Steve Martin.”

    At this point, I want the floor to open and drop me into the Chicago River below Rebar. It’s both awkward and embarrassing.

    I say, “I’m sorry…I must be mistaken but I really love your work. Have a great night.”

    With tail between my legs, I walk back to my friends.

    I sit down and remember the name of the movie, “Shopgirl”. It was Claire Danes, not Julia Stiles.

    I just quoted a line from a Claire Danes movie to Julia Stiles. How awkward.

    So, in one evening I’d prefer to forget, I first think it’s Kirsten Dunst, I then get her confused with Claire Danes and it’s really Julia Stiles (who I really do LOVE her body of work).

    Am I the only git who gets them all confused?

    • Pure Film Creative October 12, 20116:10 am

      Shawn, you were quite right. As my mother always said (but has seldom adhered to her own rule), “If you don’t have anything pleasant to say, don’t say it at all,” which is why I wouldn’t have spoken to Cavalli myself except to ask him if he is the punchline of Donatella Versace’s plastic surgery.

      You are not the only one who does or has done that to actors. I once asked a high-powered, slick shark at CAA wether he thought I should cast Rebecca Romijn or Charlize Theron in my film, and he replied, “Aren’t they the same person?” Both of Dutch descent, I guess.

      I believe Danes is a member of Norwood, so I’ve met a few friends of hers, one of whom danced quite well and claimed to be her best friend, over and over, but I’ve never met her. I’m judging from the friends that she’s quite charming and doesn’t mind if they’re not all gorgeous, unlike me, who doesn’t mind a cunt as long as she has good banter and kills the eyes while walking to the bar.

      And you are one of the most gorgeous, not least of all because you support this blog so ferociously.

      I did wake up this morning thinking I should clarify that I get their names confused, not who they are as people or performers. Thanks for allowing me that opportunity.

  • Shawn R. October 12, 20116:49 am

    BTW, I should also mention Ms. Stiles was incredibly sweet and gracious. Frankly, I think she felt rather bad for the poor guy who just made a total royal ass of himself trying to pay her a nice compliment. Sweet as could be about the whole situation.

    • Pure Film Creative October 12, 20117:32 am

      Funny hombre.

    • Pure Film Creative October 12, 20118:10 am

      I see from the trusty cyber stalking device on WordPress that you are in central Rome, I’m guessing near Piazza Navona/Via del Corso, a haunt from my teen years. I was just contemplating those days for tomorrow’s post. Enjoy!

  • James Tuttle October 15, 201110:57 am

    This von Trier mess is simply a case of a guy with a not-very-good sense of humor who is having trouble expressing himself in a foreign language. He’s bombing in a huge way, obviously embarrassing those around him (Dunst) and can’t find a way out. I know the feeling; it happened to me once doing stand-up in North Hollywood.
    I completely agree with Eric, though. It’s a bad idea for a public figure to bring up Hitler in any context while there are cameras, microphones or ears around.

    • Pure Film Creative October 15, 20111:52 pm

      I think von Trier has a great sense of humor, and his command of English is perfect, in the ABBA Scandi way. He just has an accent and he’s fumbling. He writes his own scripts. They are wordy and complex, so ain’t nothing wrong there.

      I’m sorry I missed that stand-up performance. Was this with Adam?

      • James Tuttle October 16, 201112:33 am

        If his sense of humor is so great, why are his movies so horrible and depressing?
        The North Hollywood performance was an invitational thing, a few miles outside my stand-up comedy zone of West Hollywood. The young Hispanic couples present didn’t really get my jokes about who might show up in St. Moritz at any given time but what are you gonna do, you know?

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