The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games is much better than I expected. I don't usually watch Hollywood but this production caught my eye as it was interpreted by the conspiracy crowd as an indicator of what's in store for those who survive depopulation, chemtrails and a long list of wickedness the power elite have lined up for us. It's for those with the audacity to survive whatever extinction level event we don't have tickets to loiter with the VIP's in Deep Underground  Military Bases (DUMBS) while the cataclysm takes place overhead.

I don't actually buy all of the above but it's worth knowing why it caught my eye. I have a feeling the breakdown of society could be longer and messier than expected or completely unexpected if at all.

Someone I care about loves this movie so I watched it to show solidarity and it was good and thought provoking entertainment. I understand it's based on a trilogy of books which were inspired by an earlier Japanese book called Battle Royale which was made into a movie.

The authenticity of the movie worked well. It rarely goes over the top and if so only in tiny details that most Americans would never ever notice. In fact most people but I'm super sensitive to the cliches of Hollywood production more than most and this film doesn't take liberties.

The film explores the Society of the Spectacle whereby what is viewed becomes more important than what actually is. Guy Debord's work on this subject is as important now as ever as we hurtle into the Truman Show of them watching us watching them watching us in a recursive loop of fear and privacy intrusion that may imprison humanity in that special way that only 5% or so apparently fully comprehend.

Interestingly for Hollywood, the celebrities are the creeps in this movie with cartoonesque qualities that draw on archetypes as deep as one can find in the Wizard of Oz and Alice in Wonderland. Celebrities portrayed as creeps is so rare these days that is must be applauded. Actors are by their nature good at lying. That's what they do.

I can only throw in one morsel of observation which is that the top of the control pyramid in this movie is played by an amiably-possesed white haired gentleman who is clipping his roses in a garden while debating life and death for entertainment.  I wanted to share where I've seen this before. It's the Spielberg film Munich where the shadowy transnational figures who run the world are headed by a similar white haired gentleman clipping his roses.

Same character clipping roses in The Hunger Games

And hopefully you'll appreciate the resonance of a Mr Rothschild's recorded below at Exbury Gardens in Hampshire, England cutting his roses as a conspiracy researcher asks him questions. I'm not asking you to draw conclusions. I'm just pointing out the synchronicity.

Spielberg's Munich

I've been wanting to watch Munich again for a long time because of the mysterious French family that assisted Mossad in their revenge killings across Europe after the Munich massacre at the 72 Olympics by a Palestinian terrorist group. It's an excellent movie with solid reviews elsewhere so this is more about my relationship with it.

I forgot how well cast it is with lovely Jewish performances by Geoffrey Rush who played in The King And I not so long back. Avner the protagonist is also flawlessly acted.

All of the Israeli, Beirut, Cypress, Athens, Rome scenes were filmed in my Malta where my mother was born and I have citizenship. I miss those blue Mediterranean waters.

I'm not a James Bond fan but Daniel Craig is the only modern incarnation I rate and his performance as a cocky South African Jew is impeccable. I love the scene where the safe house has been double booked with an enemy terrorist group on unrelated missions and they quarrel over the radio music between Arabic and Jewish short wave stations settling on Western soul music. It reminded me of a political disagreement I had with a Jewish planner in Bangkok who responded to my political stance by playing Jewish music online unaware I like all music. I didn't like her describing Palestinians in Gaza like rats though. Two wrongs don't make a right.

The German meetup pictured above is with a shadowy left wing group in Frankfurt who smoke joints and deal in violence reminded me of a small hours meeting I once had with a hippy in the deepest Hessen countryside who I later learned was a former Rote Armee Fraktion member where instead of being paid in cash we were dumped with contraband instead. So out of the frying pan, into the fire and we headed more or less immediately to Amsterdam. Early 90's madness.

Since learning about the ancient bloodlines who run much of the power structures that dominate our times, I've always wanted to go back to the scene where Avner lunches with his French information supplier and continent fixer to dig a little deeper. Their code of not working with governments or intelligence agencies sparked my curiousity, but I'm not sure there is anything more to it than family groups who deal in death and dangerous information.

There's two or three scenes including one at the end on the phone where the head of the French family expresses a paternal interest in Avner who lost his father at an early age in an Israeli war. Avner never quite understands that the affection is genuine. A broken childhood spent on a Kibbutz I think.

The film is all about revenge and living with oneself after. About an eye for an eye leaving people blind or blinded to the consequences of their actions. It closes on the twin towers though that's an ironic terminating scene given the likely French and Israeli intelligence agency cooperation in the 911 attacks.