Showing posts with label Donald Trump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donald Trump. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Season 37 - The Amazing Mrs Pritchard (2007)

What most of us turn to Masterpiece for is a good old fashioned period drama. Yes, there have been modern shows here and there, and many quite exceptional, but for most of us it's all about the period drama. Well, watching The Amazing Mrs. Pritchard now, it feels like a period drama. Looking back on a simpler time in politics before Trump and Brexit it feels so long ago that it's a different era. Plus with the cast, Steven Mackintish, Jodhi May, Janet McTeer, Carey Mulligan, Geraldine James, Tom Mison, Siobhan Finneran, and Harry Hadden-Paton to name a few, it is like the best of the best from British period dramas are represented here. Then factor in the Downton-esque music by John Lunn playing over several characters from Downton Abbey, and well, it might be modern but it feels like Masterpiece to me. Though it's an odd little miniseries, written by Sally Wainwright who has gone on to create the procedurals Scott and Bailey and Happy Valley, the feel good Last Tango in Halifax, and the sensational period lesbian romp Gentleman JackThe Amazing Mrs. Pritchard never really finds it's feet and ends on an abrupt note, and that note was only on the DVD at that. Ros Pritchard is a woman with no political experience who ends up Prime Minister by just telling it like it is and vowing to never lie. While I adore Jane Horrocks, she doesn't have the heft needed for the role and is outclassed by everyone around her. But more importantly, I couldn't figure out the message of the miniseries. What was it trying to say? It is oddly pro-Brexit before Brexit happened with a bizarre streak of British exceptionalism. Also Ros's Purple party is almost all women, is this a commentary on women in traditional male roles and how they succeed or fail based on how much of the traditional female roles they're willing to give up, like motherhood? Also, while this was obviously written about a fake election it seems prophetic. I mean, look what we're living through here in the States! A person entirely ignorant of government being elected to the highest position in the land. Again! But in reality there have tons and tons of deaths and concentration camps instead of everyone banding together and riding a bus. So yeah... it now cuts a little too close to the bone... The Amazing Mrs. Pritchard just doesn't understand the implications of what it's attempting and failing to say. 

Friday, August 22, 2025

Book Review - Olivie Blake's The Atlas Complex

The Atlas Complex by Olivie Blake
Published by: Tor Books
Publication Date: January 9th, 2024
Format: Hardcover, 496 Pages
Rating: ★
To Buy

If someone offered you all the power would you say yes? That doesn't make you a villain. It doesn't make you a hero. It makes you human. But power has to be taken from someone. And both Atlas and Ezra took that power with both hands and created a foundation of futility built on despair that was destined to rot. Atlas watched as his cohort suffered. As his cohort died. Somewhere, out there, he and Ezra chose a different path. But Altas needed the six to bring about this change. He needed them to destroy the world. He had to have Libby and Nico, Reina, Parisa and Tristan. He even needed Dalton. But not Callum. Callum was the sacrifice that should have been. They should have never trusted Atlas. Now that Libby is back they have an additional problem. Their agreement with the library is unfulfilled. Just like when Atlas and Ezra tried to trick the library, tried to deny it it's pound of flesh, the six now owe the library a death. The promise unfulfilled has led the library to be draining them. They aren't living up to their potential because they didn't read the terms of service carefully enough. If only they had realized that they were making a deal with three separate entities, the Society, the archives, and Atlas. Therefore they have some choices before them, keep working for the library, or beat Atlas at his own game, win the multiverse arms race, and perhaps acknowledge that they have a god complex. That last one is specifically for Reina. The plan wasn't to destroy the world, but to make a new one. The idea isn't necessarily a good one, but it is one nonetheless. Gideon is the one to confront Nico that Nico's world is falling apart. Altas is missing, Dalton is lying, and their obsession is compromising them. They don't realize that they are trapped in their very own multiverse trolley problem. They can't see the forest for the trees. They want to prove that they can do it so they will, damn the consequences. And that's why Atlas chose them. Their lack of morals. Nico though always thought that in the darkest of times he could rely on Libby's moral compass. But she has been corrupted. He doesn't know what happened when she return from the past. What went down in Atlas's office. Something happened there that changed everything. Perhaps she is now like the archives, soulless. But how many times can you burn the world down and still walk away unscathed? And what if their goal isn't to succeed but just survive? Their burden is the burden of survival.

I was being generous when I said this series should have been a duology. There wasn't enough material for two books let alone three. This should have been one book. Nothing more. Possibly less. The Atlas Complex was one of the most excruciating reads of my life because it adds nothing, it does nothing, it is nothing. Hundreds of pages of nothing can break you. And what's worse, I think it's trying to be clever. It's trying to hide the reveal that Atlas and Ezra were murdered by Libby when she returned to the present and therefore the six just keep up this pretense that everything is normal when nothing is. That means it's just more of the same. More of them doing nothing. More of them accomplishing nothing. Because you know that big, destroy the world experiment that Atlas had hand-selected them for? Well, they decide to do it and then they just stop. At the cost of Nico. So THE THING this whole series was building to, well, it doesn't happen so we never find out what would have happened. But that's not the only loose end. For a story that could have been one and done we have a trilogy of the unanswered and the unexplained. We aren't even privy to who lives and who dies. We've been following these six characters for so long and we aren't given the common courtesy of some kind of ending. I mean, could I at least have found out about the archives and it's sentience? Nope. That wasn't in the cards. Olivie Blake obviously wanted this to be about the six characters and their excruciating relationships which meant what minimal plot there was didn't matter in the end. Either you loved these deplorables or you deplored the book. I deplored the book. And speaking of deplorables... Trump. So, at the end of The Atlas Complex Olivie Blake explains that this entire series was written as a way for her to process the trauma of Trump's presidency. I'm not sure if her process involved passing that trauma onto me, but she sure did. The "themes" in this book are how people want ignorance, people want hate. They will knowingly turn away from the truth if it's not what they want to hear. Which is exactly how we've ended up in this situation for a second term. Oh dear god, I hope that doesn't mean we're going to get more books in this series for her continued therapy. I'm a completest but I just can't. I seriously can't. I don't want to be her therapy! Because now I need more therapy. First to deal with my anxieties and second to deal with my PTSD from this series. And I don't want to be facetious, but I think just being able to finish this series gives me hope that we can get through anything. Even this second term.

Wednesday, April 3, 2024

Book Review - Philip K. Dick's Our Friends From Frolix 8

Our Friends From Frolix 8  by Philip K. Dick
Published by: Mariner Books Classics
Publication Date: 1970
Format: Kindle, 208 Pages
Rating: ★★
To Buy (different edition than one reviewed)

22nd century Earth is ruled by two groups, the New Men, with their large craniums and IQs to match, and the Unusuals, who possess psychic powers from telepathy to precognition. There are only six thousand New Men ruling with the help of four thousand Unusuals. And yet the majority of the world, literally billions, is made up of Old Men, excluded from any form of job other than the menial. Nick Appleton is an Old Man. He works as a tire regroover. Yet he doesn't think to question the system until his son Bobby fails his Civil Service examination. The test is designed to fail Old Men. Bobby didn't have a chance. And this wakes Nick up. He is politicized, buying illegal booze and political tracts. The booze he gets from an alcoholic named Denny, the tracts he buys from Denny's girl, Charley. It's really for the sixteen-year-old subversive Charley that Nick is willing to be radicalized. He has fallen for her and through her learns more about the Under Men. A third group which wishes to lead but can't because they are composed of Old Men. Their second in command, Eric Cordon, is imprisoned and awaiting execution, but his tracts still reach the ears of those who will listen. But news comes that the leader of the Under Men, Thors Provoni, is returning to Earth. He has been to the outer reaches of the galaxy in what many thought was a vain attempt searching for help in unseating the ruling powers. There he found a "Friend from Folix 8," a sentient 90-ton gelatinous protoplasmic slim being known as Morgo Rahn Wilc. Needless to say this sends the New Men and the Unusuals into a tizzy. This is literally the alien invasion they have always feared coupled with the possible overthrowing of their government. Their leader, the Council Chairman of the Extraordinary Committee for Public Safety, Willis Gram, a telepath, starts making erratic calls. He has Eric Cordon executed, he has Nick Appleton labelled "subversive," and he asks for Charlotte "Charley" Boyer to be brought to him. What any of this has to do with stopping Thors Provoni we'll just have to wait and see. Perhaps Gram sees something no one else does?

Philip K. Dick can sometimes be amazingly precinct. Perhaps he himself is an Unusual? Because one of the first things that stood out to me when reading Our Friends From Frolix 8 was that Dick proclaimed that God is dead, they found his carcass floating out in space in 2019. And that folks, right there, explains everything that has happened since. 2020 and the pandemic predicted in 1970. Otherwise this is a very typical Dick novel, morally ambiguous male protagonist searching for meaning clings onto very one-dimensional woman. And if you know anything about Dick's personal life and his number of marriages, his inability to understand women is par for the course. It just so happens that Charley is unfortunately only sixteen so there's a major creepy pedophile factor which actually dovetails right into the Donald Trump of it all. Willis Gram is a bombastic and manipulative politician. He was obviously meant to be Richard Nixon. Reading this after Donald Trump became president makes it all the more eerie. Because Willis Gram IS Donald Trump. A man driven by base desires and revenge. A corpulent man who wishes to have his wife murdered by his enemy, Eric Cordon. Live on TV. Because it would kill two birds with one stone. Plus, the pageantry and the outpouring of sympathy for himself while he stalks closer to Charley is a dream come true. Sound familiar? You'd feel sorry for Mike Pence if he ever came out and condemned Trump for attempted murder, but that would never happen from Trump's bootlicker in chief. And the Trump of it all is my problem with this book. Willis Gram is the only interesting character and he's Trump. I don't want to think about Trump. I don't want to read about Trump. I want absolutely nothing in my life in any way connected with Trump. So reading this book was hard. I mean, as satire it's amazing. It's so spot on it's eerie. And I know the importance of using satire to emasculate our enemies, just look to Charlie Chaplin and Nancy Mitford during World War II. But there was something too immediate here. I just couldn't get past the Trump of it all. Perhaps one day when Trump is history without the "recent" qualifier I will reread this book and enjoy it more. Until then it still makes me shudder.

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