Review of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Film Nov 2016 This review 6 Dec 2016
More J K Rowling. Possible Scene-Setting for Powerless White Kids in a Holocaustianity Fantasy World
Claims to be written by J K Rowling, and set in 1926. There are question marks over Rowling's education, but anyway the dialogue is in painful uneducated Americanese—it's, like, not real pretty. Supplemented with the usual actorial conventional face-pullings.
This movie is not, as the title suggests, a whimsical look at invented animals. It's just a feature film as the genre has developed for the typical US audience—silly, propagandist, ignorant, lightweight. As its advertising shows.
A decade or so after the Harry Potter films, the green screen technology is fully mature. British film unions used to insist that sets were destroyed, so they couldn't be reused; maybe there are legal battles now over the reuse of computer-generated scenes: ship to shore gangplanks? Bridges in Central Park? Streetscapes with shops? The New York skyline? New York main streets in their several rebuilding reincarnations, overhead elevated railroad, computer generated old car images?
Special effects include computer-generated swirls of fogs in several colours, varieties of grey; maybe these were doodles from computer generated clouds, or colour-adjusted flame simulations? We also have black ash fragments fluttering in the air, and deformed parts of the built landscape—fire escapes, lamp-posts, brick and stone detailings. Computer-generated high-rise images, and wide landscapes, are by now familiar, leaving only absurdly deep, precipitious, cliff-hanging drops.
But the most distinctive filmic devices are 'explosive' and rapid action effects, a few frames with frantic action of vague tubular shapes, and sounds which are loud but unidentifiable. In modern cinemas, meaning at least six speakers around the theater, we have sounds which move—cracks in the earth, lightning flashes extended far longer than in nature, cracks in buildings to signal vast forces to the folk mind.
1926 means (of course) depression; even J K Rowling knows that. Nothing on US Jewish bank policy of extending loans hugely, then cutting them back; but J K Rowling provides a sample of human misery—a plump baker, I'd guess a Jew from Poland, wanting to recreate his mom's very special pastries. Probably because of all this the video's colour palette is mid-grey varied a bit: sometimes dark grey, other times light grey.
1926 in the real world had the Jewish crime syndicate's promotion of Stalin. In Rowling's simple world of simpletons there's of course no sign of this, no mention of Jews supporting the USSR. Though there is the secret magicians' club's own newspaper, a counterpoint to the truth, in which Jews passed information amongst themselves. British-voiced actor Redmayne leads. He may be British; I don't know—Rowling was said to have insisted on British actors in the Potter films, but someone pointed out 'Daniel Radcliffe' thinks he's a Jew. Redmayne has three fantastic creatures which fit into his battered, but animated, suitcase. Despite his non-muggle status, he is not given a more robust container—permitting the very old device of the accident exchange of a possession to advance what plot there is. We're told a number of times that none of the animals is dangerous—unlikely, since to survive a few million years must need defences, but anyway presumably in keeping with J K Rowling's ideas. Some of the creatures contain fire; some resemble the spinning quiddich devices. I'm tempted to quote Richard Dawkins: the wheel never evolved. Some are brightly-coloured.
In the film, the US witches (as opposed to no-mags, the US version of muggles—no magic, see!) have their big den somewhere in New York, led of course by a black woman, made up to look white, in the laughable united-blacks-and-Jews-against-whites fashion. There have been big wreckages and damage throughout New York. "Gee, we can't obliviate the whole of Noo York!" The British hero replies "Actually, I think we can!" and releases his phial of LED-bright-blue brain-influencing chemical which causes results "like waking up". An amusing parody of Jews and their 9/11 fraud. The Jew York Times is parodied as The New York Ghost. The whole arrangement is similar to Jews in New York, strenuously showing how proud they are to be 'Jews' by keeping it secret.
There's a dumb blonde with sexual cunning and magic—some confusion of roles here?—a dumpy and ugly, but honest and simple European or Jew. And a sinister baddy, here apparently called Grindelwald, signalled by smart monochrome clothing. I haven't followed the Jewish and media Harry Potter memes in any detail, and can't say what meaning is to be imputed to 'Grindelwald'—perhaps Grendel is in there? However, Grindelwald is a beautiful Swiss pine-forested place, and the baddy turns out to be, in secret, a blond male possibly with a 'fash' haircut—a bit like a hairy leek. The romantic interest excludes all the baddies—perhaps not a real-world observation by Rowling—and includes the blonde and the cook—just as in Jew-run USSR there were mass stories of romance between suitably low-grade goyim.
We also have an underworld sinister crook (with pointed ears and nose; I couldn't tell if this character was a computer artefact) of the 'Kosher Nostra' Lansky type. It was amusing to see deference to 'Jews', despite the supposedly vastly powerful unmuggle abilities, but of course in keeping with the Jewish narrative. The character needed to be bribed, though I didn't follow the place, if any, in the plot.
Not my sort of film. It may be intended to set up sequels, US-based series, based in the 1930s, though judging by the audience where I saw this, it will fail. (The published figures for costs and box-office receipts must be unreliable). I ought to recommend Miles Williams Mathis on J K Rowling: he thinks (via a Newton, founder of Bloomsbury Publishing) she's an agent, in effect a word nigger taking her instructions from north London, given endless publicity by Jews, and aiming her mythology at powerless and disenfranchised and unemployed young whites, peddling the illusion that waving sticks brings unlimited power. (Wands, like light sabres, and swords, and hand held pistols, and fist-fights, allow a lot of timewasting fighting time with few casualties). And Williams discusses Salem as a hoax. Salem in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is part of the leafletology of an anti-witch protest group, presented in the usual incurious manner needed by fake protestors of the hammer-and-sickle, 'social justice warrior' type.
Possibly this movie is planned as one of many in which Jews will be revealed to be the manipulators behind the scenes, who save honest and wonderful Jews, admittedly by the power of lies and cruelty and fake money, and imposed their glorious holocaustianity religion. But we all know what Burns said about the best-laid plans.
Review December 2016 by Rerevisionist of 10 Rillington Place Many movies, books, TV productions
(((British))) Cause Celebre Re-examined. To include post-1945 Jews, Finance, and Other Immigrants.
Intention of this Review
Timeline of Selected Events from 1945
Truth About Jews, Loan Finance, and Housing
Oddities in Evidence and Inquiries
What is this Review for? [ Back to Top ]
John Reginald Halliday Christie (1898 or 1899 - hanged 1953) claimed to have been injured in a WW1 gas attack. At any rate, in later life he seems to have been only able to whisper. He is variously described as a multiple killer, as gentlemanly, and as a petty criminal. The point of this piece is to re-examine the case sceptically somewhat in the style of Miles Mathis.
As Jew-aware people will know, one of the triumphs of Jews has been to get away with murder, and to repeat these triumphs, presumably under the principle of rubbing it in. 'Jack the Ripper' in London, and Leo Frank in Atlanta are two examples, each receiving vastly disproportionate Jewish media attention; the only thing the 'Ripper' media items have in common is not mentioning Jews. 10 Rillington Place had a similar media history; could there be a common backstory?
Preliminary note on Richard and David Attenborough. David Attenborough at a young age was a 'controller' of the BBC, with no obvious qualification. He claimed in Attenborough on Air to have received H G Wells' Outline of History in part works—although in fact these were published before Attenborough's birth. Their father of both, Frederick Levi Attenborough, was 'a scholar and academic administrator' at University College, Leicester. Richard Attenborough (b. 1923) acted in what I remember as a black-and-white film, but in fat in gloomy colour, 10 Rillington Place. He later directed, among other films, Gandhi and Cry Freedom, each of course peddling the Jewish views on Gandhi and on South Africa.
Selected Timeline of Britain from 1945– [ Back to Top ]
Eisenhower's Rhine Killing Fields. 1945. Eisenhower was a 'Swedish Jew'.
[NB these dates all Gregorian (Western) Calendar, not 'Jewish']
1944-1948 British Army personnel served in Palestine during the period 1944 - 1948
1945– Britain 1945-1962. General overview, taken from my article on a magazine, Private Eye
1945 Labour Party victory, often falsely describes as a 'landslide'. The previous General Election was in 1935; a 1939 election was prevented, presumably as part of war preparations
1945 Karl Popper ('Jew' from ?Austria) had The Open Society and its Enemies published in 2 volumes, on Plato and Hegel. Probably the origin of Soros' (Jew from ?Hungary) anti-white activities slogan later. Popper was one of the Vienna School or Vienna Circle.
1946 Bank of England Act. Sometimes wrongly named Bank of England Nationalisation Act, to hide the system of control.
1946 National Insurance Act effective 5 July 1948
1947 Indian Independence Act
1948 British Nationality Act and National Assistance Act
June 1948 'Empire Windrush' - Caribbean to Tilbury. Andrew Joyce on Jews importing Africans
1950 Timothy Evans hanged March 9, 1950
1953 John Christie hanged July 15, 1953
1953 Scientific and Medical Evidence in the Christie Case, Francis Camps (Medical Publications Ltd, 1953)
1953 Coronation of Elizabeth II
1954 Rillington Place, Notting Hill, London renamed Ruston Close. (Rillington Place, a small terrace of houses, was demolished in 1970).
1955 'Dixon of Dock Green' starts on BBC, presumably to reassure sceptics that the British police are trustworthy and honest
1957 Ewan MacColl 'folk song' about Tim Evans 'Go Down Ye Murderers'. (Added note: see Miles Mathis on Jewish infiltration of 'folk' music. MacColls ... real name was James Henry Miller. ... On his mother's side, he was a Henry, a Taylor, and a Steel. ... None of those names, including Miller, is Scottish. The name was originally Mueller. ... We are told MacColl joined the Young Communist League at age 15, writing humorous verses and skits for the Socialist theater and factory papers. As usual, this makes no sense, because we were just told in the sentence before he dropped out of school after an elementary education. ... At the same time he became an actor. ... Since the radio was a public entity, why would they hire an 18-year-old outspoken Communist in 1933? Answer: they wouldn't. ... Communism was a hard sell in the 1930s, since this was when Lenin's atrocities were being discovered in the West. ... But in the bios of those such as MacColl, this is totally ignored. He is sold as some kind of hero of the people for promoting Communism, but he was just the opposite. He later wrote songs praising Stalin, and they are still included in his anthologies.
Joe Stalin was a mighty man and a mighty man was he
He led the Soviet people on the road to victory.
He ['MacColl'] was still defending the song in interviews in 1985. ... Very strange. At age 19, MacColl married Joan Littlewood. She later became the partner of Philippe de Rothschild... [etc]).
1958 Notting Hill Riots 1958 for a few days. Presumably white protests; perhaps Jewish-promoted.
1960 b/w silent news film of Rillington Place before demolition
1961 Ten Rillington Place by Ludovic Kennedy (published by Jewish propaganda publisher, Victor Gollancz). Kennedy also wrote on the Lindbergh baby kidnapping and murder—another Jewish crime. In each case, Kennedy completely suppressed the Jewish element. The Two Stranglers of Rillington Place by Rupert Furneaux (Panther) speculated about Tim Evans and Christie—a perennial topic. Hanged by the Neck by Arthur Koestler, Rolph, and others, was published by another Jewish propaganda publisher, as a 'Penguin Special'. An appendix listed many murders in Britain.
1965 Death of Winston Churchill
1968 Enoch Powell's most famous speech
1971 Richard Attenborough as Christie in a film, which he regarded as an argument against the death penalty. Producers: Leslie Linder and Martin Ransohoff. Script by Clive Exton based on Ludovic Kennedy's book. Director: Richard Fleischer, who also directed The Boston Strangler in 1968. (See Miles Mathis on the 'Boston Strangler').
1975 The Nation Wreckers: Jewish Influence in British Politics is a sample of Jew-aware literature
Rachmanism [ Back to Top ]
The website of the London Borough of Kensington and Chelsea has information on a 1950s neologism, 'Rachmanism': 'the exploitation and intimidation of tenants by unscrupulous landlords'. Peter Rachman (b 1919; a Jew from Ukraine and/or Poland. He came to England during the war 'as a refugee from Poland'). Rachman allegedly died a millionaire in 1962, though in his early 40s I'd suspect he may have been smuggled to Israel. A website says: Rachman started work in an estate agency in Shepherds Bush [in inner west London] but soon branched out on his own to exploit the post-war housing shortage. From 1957 onward he bought up many run down old houses in Paddington and North Kensington, using loans from his building society. To maximise his profits he wanted to get rid of sitting tenants and relet the properties at much higher rents. He developed an effective three step approach to dealing with "unprofitable tenants".  Tenants were offered a modest sum to leave  tenants' lives were made intolerable with all night music and parties in the rooms next door  Rachman's henchmen would go in and cut off electricity and water and break locks and lavatories. The new tenants were usually immigrant families from the West Indies who had nowhere else to go and had to pay extortionate rents for tiny squalid rooms. By 1959, a special police squad was set up to investigate Rachman who by then lived in Hampstead [Upmarket north London area] and travelled in a chauffeur-driven Rolls-Royce. Detectives discovered a network of at least 33 Rachman-owned companies controlling his property empire. They also uncovered his sideline, prostitution. Rachman was prosecuted twice for brothel-keeping. ... Another version says The houses had been sub-let and sub-sub-let without our consent, and they were filled with prostitutes, burglars, murderers and negroes.
Much of this material is more or less mythical, as was the 'land fit for heroes' idea which was part of the mythology of the First World War. The Second World War had reduced the population; and the negro immigrants were provided by Jews. Even the 'National Assistance Act' was timed to coincide with coloured immigration.
Truth About Jews, Finance, and Housing [ Back to Top ]
We can convincingly fill in many of the blanks. Britain had been bankrupted by WW2, and Jewish and American paper money dominated. Probably Rachman took legal advice from Hampstead Jews, who would use people like Rachman as arms-length intermediaries. The Building Society no doubt worked on the same lines. The identity of thugs and 'winklers' was more or less secret. The police, probably for the first time, were faced with an impossible situation (analogous to that of police faced with Muslim child abuse in the last 30 years or so). Some no doubt were paid, but put themselves in a precarious blackmailable legal position, as they would be made aware that powerful lawyers, and of course Jews in high positions—such as Home Secretaries and Attorney Generals—could prosecute them and publicise them in the Jewish media. As Churchill planned, London had been partly bombed; on the other hand war deaths had cut the population. No doubt this was part of the reason for Jewish backing for immigration; just as it is now. Rents would be paid from public money and borrowing by the government and local authorities.
It's worth noting the Jewish push for the end of the death penalty, despite the fact that capital punishments were very rare—far fewer than road deaths, for example. And Jews were very keen on the death penalty for Germans. The motivation was probably to make things worse in Britain, to make life easier for thugs, and to remove the death penalty for traitors, though this seems to have had to wait for Blair of the so-called 'Labour Party'.
Oddities in Evidence and Inquiries [ Back to Top ]
 See the page from a 1984 paperback, above right. All three photos have odd features. Tim Evans, described by some as feeble-minded, by others as of average intelligence, and as a good catholic from Wales, who was executed for murder, is shown in an obviously doctored photograph. The photo of Christie is odd; the right side of the jacket, and the surrounding hardware is odd; Christie was not tall, and the head is out of proportion. Evans' wife (with her wedding ring) seems to be intentionally unflattering.
 Here's a typical Internet comment: The interesting thing about the case is Ethel and her involvement if any. Those houses in Notting Hill were quite noisy (I had several friends living in such houses in the area in the 60s, and flats had not changed much in the post-war years). Any carpeting would be very thin, and it was impossible to move stuff around without everyone hearing - even next door let alone in the same house. But what truly is amazing, is that no-one SMELT the bodies as they decomposed. Murders hidden in domestic settings are usually fairly quickly discovered due to the noxious smell of the corpse.
 A 1953 Inquiry, the Scott Henderson Inquiry, HMSO 1953 Cmd. 8896 '... into certain matters arising out of the deaths of Mrs. Beryl Evans and of Geraldine Evens and out of the conviction of Timothy John Evans of the murder of Geraldine Evans'. (A pdf of the original inquiry is downloadable from the Wellcome Institute website: 1953 Scott Henderson Inquiry). (Appendices from p. 20).
And later, a much longer report The Case of Timothy John Evans, HMSO 1966 Cmnd 3101 is downloadable: 1966 Brabin Report ordered by the Jewish Home Secretary, Frank Soskice.
(NB neither pdf is perfect: tickets, scribbled notes and bookmarks obscure a few parts).
 The 'Brabin enquiry exposed police malpractice during the Evans case, such as destruction of evidence' e.g. a necktie. Thus Wikipedia. About ten years later, the police start to get blamed. There are numerous oddities: such as an apparently thorough builders' renovation of the house's back area; body parts which appear to have been overlooked, such as a human femur support, in the back garden (14 by 16 feet), and skeletal remains; signed statements, with assorted inconsistencies. Two bodies were supposed to have been in the garden by 1945.
 Other information appeared later, including blacks moving in, and a threat of legal action by Mrs Christie against one of them. I haven't been able to search either of the reports, but my impression is such events are not mentioned in them. The prostitute allegations, dear to the hearts of Jews, seem to be made with little foundation. Black crime has persistently been unreported then, as now, and of course not only in Britain. Black serial killers are unreported; the serial rapist Delroy Grant (see below) is a good example of Jewish media suppression. One of the characters in the drama is described, probably not in the Inquiries, as a 'Jamaican landlord'; I leave it to the readers' judgment whether, under the circumstances of the time, that's a credible description.
 There's quite a bit online, which I'll leave to the interested reader. Christie seems to have hoped to be declared insane; he looked forward to being cared for.
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Someone, please, review the BBC in depth!! 19 August 2015
It's fascinating but depressing to review the BBC over its century or so of living death. Its main purpose is to present the Jewish worldview to innocent, or gullible, people, largely British. I'd prefer some other person or persons to do in-depth review material; but, at present, they certainly won't. So you'll have to make do with my sketchy effort at rummaging through sewage. Let us skip through thirty years or so of this material, following the guiding death star of such dark counterluminaries as Alan Yentob of Baghdad, now 'Creative Director' of the BBC.
The BBC's news policy, just like US Jewish media policy, is to understate anything relating to the many downsides of unasked-for immigration. In the case of crime drama, this means that factual material about black/coloured on white crime, however horrific, is censored. And that any related material is censored, too: Moslem heroin peddling, illegals living at the bottom of immigrants' gardens, children at school attacked by hammer-wielding mobs, blacks trading in body parts and eating brains (check it out), such cases outside the normal visual field as P.C. Blakelock (killed), Kenneth Erskine (black serial killer), Delroy Grant (possibly six hundred rapes of elderly women until caught—the case was briefly famous for an entirely misleading photofit picture).
There are of course more refined aspects to police work. Lawyers who make money from Jewish laws on bogus human rights. The use of infiltrators, often enough to corrupt organisations. The arranging of fake demonstrations. Corrupt officials in Common Purpose meetings. People making money from 'public finance' schemes, essentially moving Jewish paper money into the pockets of other Jews. Faked statistics of (for example) imported diseases, or handouts to fake charities, or stores of goodies to be handed out (under the Official Secrets Act) to Africans. Legal manoeuvres by Jews: see for example the real life of Lady Birdwood.
Let me insert a mention of Judge John Deed, 'created by G F Newman', who is credited with writing some or maybe all of these 'courtroom dramas'. Martin Shaw does his best to simulate a judge, though the club feeling seems to me to be missing, presumably to suggest a non-existent feeling of tension within the legal profession. The judge is shown reading his Times, or Guardian. The female characters are chosen to sound intelligent and middle or upper class; who knows. Episodes concentrate on 'politically correct' themes. Viewers who are Jew-aware might equip themselves with a scorecard: whites crooked, blacks good. Immigrants good. Financial power never to be discussed. All crime attributed to whites. I imagine every episode has a major theme plus marginal interest to fill the time. And the major theme being an issue which the white peasants have to be told they are wrong to imagine is unjust to them, such as fake immigration material.
Families: women unable to fend off immigrant males. Children unable to defined themselves. Clitoral excisions. Child abuse and official timewasting to cover it up. It's worth a bit of speculation as to whether the surge in the whole detective and police genre was propelled by feelings of instability and insecurity; maybe to get people used to the idea of heavy policing.
New Tricks has a fictional unsolved crime department, with the usual low-budget-ish interiors (easier to control than exteriors)—office, flats ('apartments' in USA), shops, etc. It's always difficult for hacks to generate something new: one of the characters is something like 'Data' in one of the interminable spin-offs of 'Star Trek'—able to provide helpful pub-quiz style facts or factoids. Another used to act in a similar half-comedy thing and would certainly be recognised by many viewers. There's characterisation with assorted families, wives, etc. As far as I bothered to watch, virtually all the crimes and deaths are attributed to whites—it's a similar policy to black 'gentle giants' as shown on the USA's Jewish TV 'news'. The police are often said to be insightful, or sensitive—in the streetwise sense. Let's hope so, anyway. They must discuss cases such as Delroy Grant (above). They must have stories about personal guards of such people as Diana Spencer and Lord 'Cashpoint' Levy. 'New Tricks' is hopelessly unconvincing. The impression given is of bad actors given lines which are unworkable. At least that's convincing.
On Foyle's Law I have to confess to never having watched an episode, though I am aware it's supposedly ITV, not BBC. (Supposedly; who knows what goes on behind the scenes?) However, a detective series set during the Second World War in Britain. I'll make a few guesses here: nothing at all on Jews running black markets. Nothing on Jews in propaganda departments, making up atrocity stories. Nothing as the war as a continuum in Jewish planning—for example, during the war they were planning black immigration, and the Holocaust hoax, for which they were ready and prepared, with the oiled plump Dimbleby ready to go, with two professional liars, sons, genetically primed for lifetimes of lies. Probably included: Hitler as evil, Churchill as wonderful: nothing on Churchill as procurer of war. Some bomb incidents, but not in Germany or France. Deserters, unwilling to risk death to help Stalin. Prostitutes—Jews love degraded white women. And so on. I recognised the Jewish actor, in his wartime trilby, who had been in Brimstone and Treacle all that time ago.
Both First and Second World Wars are of course subject to lies. I was amused to see a trailer for some rubbish about Gallipoli: 'The men fighting to tell the truth about the Great War'. Says the voiceover. Yes, of course.
Maigret is an oddity: occasional one-offs, with Rowan Atkinson, perhaps best-known for the Blackadder series of quasi-history of Britain, with no Jewish detailing. There was a First World War episode with, of course, no serious background, including Jews Stephen Fry and Tony Robinson. Maigret is of course set in post-WW2 Paris. Educated readers will know that France was bombed more than any country in Europe, apart from Germany, then invaded by Americans and others and set up as another Jew-run 'republic'. So far as I watched any of these episodes, no reference whatever was made to these minor events.
Both Morse and Midsomer Murders are set in what might be idyllic surroundings. It's curious how little indirect light is shone on Oxford University by Morse: I can remember no professors disputing over Talmudic material, or deaths in the Soviet Union, or bombings in the far east. It's in fact quite disappointing: the various murders have something like a green screen backdrop, essentially removed, almost in another universe. What fun it would have been to have statistics faked, or financial investigations stopped, or threats of the removal of Jewish money, or someone like Professor Evans ensuring intelligent young would-be historians were excluded, in favour of something like Alan Bennett protegées. This, or something like it, makes Morse hollow and unfulfilling. John Thaw was exactly the right actor: his ambition was to act someone intelligent, but of course he couldn't work out for himself what that was. Midsomer Murders has two pillars to its construction: one is money shortages, an easily-understood motive force, though contrasting oddly with the prosperous scenes. The other pillar, making for an unstable structure, is odd white people: probably people like Yentob laugh loudly and splutter out their BBC champagne at the eccentric misfits, so unlike Jews. There are whole genres ridiculing whites, even including TV adverts as a genre. Some TV watchers consider that every British TV series with poorish characters ridicules them. Midsomer Murders had some sort of internal tiff (carefully leaked accounts suggest)—one of the prime movers thought it should be white, even if not English. He seems to have been overruled, so the newer parts are filled with 'ethnics', and a new unimpressive detective, though I don't know if there's some connection. I've seen new new touches of what might be called 'white realism', for example wills being juggled to avoid 40% inheritance tax.
Lewis is a spin-off from Morse. A Geordie fart based in Oxford. It's amusing to see a black boss actor in these constricted plots. Here's a true story about Oxford policing. 'One girl, referred to as Girl A for legal reasons, felt brave enough to face her abusers in court, while others gave evidence from behind a curtain. She wept as she described how the gang threatened to burn her younger brother alive unless she had sex with them. She was repeatedly raped and sold for sex between 2004 and 2007 when she was aged 12 to 15.
When she went to police [in Oxford], no action was taken.'
As a touch of reality, readers might browse such sites as http://labour25.com/ looking at Labour Party paedophiles and sex criminals. Or perhaps (click the box) British Police, law, and MP crimes and scandals. They might try to find out about people traffickers, or perhaps the trade in young women for prostitution in Israel. The medical industry is a possible field for reality crime: a multiple-murdering doctor, like the Jew Harold Shipman? A science-fiction plot with poison added to water—obviously this is far-fetched... just like a plot with useless drugs foisted onto the public! Dangerous unqualified nurses 'appointed' by incompetent 'positive discrimination' staff? Gipsies? Medical staff forced to treat non-Britons who are never going to pay? Animal cruelty with alien slaughter methods kept hidden?
An inevitable aspect of the practice of using just a few writers is their lack of technical knowledge. This of course is part of the BBC's ethos, no doubt derived from public schools and Oxbridge and broadcasting history as based on state propaganda, unchallengeable, stupid, and with the uneasy arrogance of parasitic organisms. Nothing can be assumed to be accurate and there are many misconceptions—circumstantial evidence, blood tests, terrorists, blows to the head as an anaesthetic, electrical dimmings, DNA technology, effects of bombs, passwords—spread by these puppets of Jews and Mammon.
Ripper Street was introduced (the BBC advertises its own stuff) as 'part of our continued fascination with Jack the Ripper', or similar words. I saw bits of their promotional short videos: London, which at the time was one of the world's greatest cities, was shown as a squalid muddy place. At that time, the East End was being flooded with Jews—this was before passports, and the influx was assisted by Churchill, filibustering Parliament. I'm not sure there's even an English word for 'filibustering'. In fact it is known Jack the Ripper was a Jew. But who cares about a few poor murdered dismembered women, after all? Certainly not the BBC.
An odd side-issue of BBC crime is the Jewish interest in perversions and sex: I vaguely remember an attempt at a life of Conan Doyle and influences leading to Sherlock Holmes, showing a huge brothel right in the middle of 19th century Edinburgh! And a 'Father Brown' story by Chesterton, updated with a village prostitute. And an episode of Endeavour with a neon sign 'girls, girls, girls'—in 1950s Oxford. Another theme is white women trying it on with young, or black, males. Another theme is anachronisms, such as women police; yet another is Jewish movements from the past, such as 'anti-racialism', immigrant rights but not for whites, Second World War, and so on. Colin Dexter, one of the authors supposedly part of the Thaw/ Whateley/ Evans series, seems to have some doubts about all this; but who knows. The sooner Jews are removed from all influence, except as awful warnings and cautions, the better.
Frost (or it may be called Inspector Frost) is by now quite old—you can tell by car registration plates. Interesting to see the way Jewish attitudes are inserted, and reactions to them. An episode dealing with 'paedophiles' naturally shows whites, not the usual Jews and Muslims. Naturally the episode has the traditional murders. And there are fake stats inserted: a female 'social worker'—note the 'worker'!—claims there are a few hundred thousand 'paedophiles' in Britain or England. The implication is that there must be a few hundred thousand murders of children every year—in fact, I heard an amateur Internet radio chap being told that millions of children disappear each year, where of course part of the propaganda process is to unfix normal procedures of counting and assessment. Insertion of desired reactions is another part of the Jewish 'PC' process: when the child murderer is found, the miniature inspector Frost lashes out once with a fist. This is presented as an appalling, career-imperilling, deed. It's easy to imagine an 'accidental' murder, and entirely natural. However, this, although natural to Jews, is forbidden to the gentile. On the same topic, Frost is shown agonising over death penalties: should there be death penalties, or should there be civilisation?
It's interesting to see the treatment of immigrants/ invaders. Frost belongs to the period of compulsory belief that Britain is 'institutionally racist', and that other races can't possibly be racist.
I just saw parts of a final Endeavour; it's striking how themes for films and TV recur. We have no (or one?) bullets left in a revolver reprised from Clint Eastwood of many years ago. The shooting-a-cop when youngster (mature criminals don't) obviously taken from a famous case, used by the Jews anxious to prevent the justice of 'capital punishment'. The actor who looks very like Kingsley Amis actually mentioned Cable Street and the slogan from the Jewish failure in Spain, 'No pasaran'. The mantelpiece note suggests 'She's Leaving Home' (should have been in the teapot). There's some Second World War material (Churchill's phrase) which surely must be wearing thin by now, despite forming a staple of media promotees, of the Patrick Moore type: the shrapnel fragment and suggestion of comradeship, in, say, North Africa; the suggestion of danger and 'fighting' when bombing women and children; the acceptance of poverty as a natural consequence of wartime uprightness; the thorough censorship of truth about the war and money. It's amusing to see inflation in firearms numbers: no piece is complete without several people simultaneously pointing guns at each other. And the absence of information which would be commonplace in chat between CID officers, for example how much paper money banks actually keep on their premises, in view of the obvious dangers. Naturally we have intrusion of blacks, which the Jewish owners and promoters of TV insist upon. It has to be said that, in my not very reliable judgment, the actors are better than the material they are given. I wonder if they feel high-souled frustrations, as with Michelangelo forced to do adverts?
I may as well add a crit of Jonathan Creek, which also appears to be produced by the BBC; for some reason I thought it wasn't. This started in 1997. Each episode as far as I know is long, which means of course subplots have to be inserted. TV detectives have to have some sort of home life; here we have a windmill. I seem to remember the sails moved in one episode. The overview is entirely end-of-20th-century. Looking behind the scenes a bit we have a Jewish 'Brit', a girlfriend who I presume is a token stupid goy, and of course a brash American for international sales. There's of course 'blonking', insertion of blacks and others, though of course not Jews, as peripheral parts, and of course not in the money or 'creative' side. There is a curious lack of interest in the backgrounds of such characters: A Vietnamese acting a Filipino miracle surgeon illustrates. Whites are generally shown as credulous, or old, or suicidal, or whatever. Many of the subplots involve stage magic, which in fact works well as a foil, allowing the intrusion of what might be clues. When I watch things like this, my interest mainly is in how the plots wouldn't work in actuality. We have for example: bloke bricking himself up in a tiny enclosure. If he did this, the mortar would poke out into the room, an obvious patch in brickwork. What about a handy-sized 'alien' made of solidified mercury? Wouldn't it start to melt? Or the woman shackled up in a closed cell, who however is revealed to have access to a hole in a wall through which...; but never mind. What about the odds of a huge lottery win? Or mirrors; at least two plots involved symmetrical buildings with reflections. But it's an awkward fact that lighting varies; painters use mirrors to compare the lighting of different parts of scenes, which appear similar, after the brain does its perceptual work. Anyway, to be fair, these things are difficult, even with computer graphics. At least there's a nod to truth.
NATIONAL TREASURE Green screen and green script
More superficial 'Judaic' crap 21 Sept 2016
This is an attempt to deodorise the Jimmy Savile and related events and cover-ups. We have two male elderly comedians who have given their lives to their double-acts. We also have green screen effects: just as Andy Serkis complained, or stated, that computer-generated image sources don't get credited in the fatuous awards ceremonies which fill time and provide material for pub quizzes, so CGI people don't get credit. The opening scene-setting showed carefully-dressed women doing their best to smile spontaneously, with odd backgrounds simulating a room of professional entertainers' tables, presumably post-dinner. A proportion of the plot was taken up with scene-setting, to tell the viewers that comedians are involved, in case they all too plausibly failed to get it. It's curiously like Jews drafting the script of the Old Testament, with scene-setting of with miracles and strange events to show the simple goyim that their fictional Yeshua is 'holy'.
Robbie Coltrane plays half the comedians, with Julie Walters his wife. They're both made up to look old and pale, with Walters perhaps overdone to shock the audience. They live in a modernish house, with its front door designed to fit in with unscrupulous reporters and papparazi and neighbours and friends—if indeed they are friends! The family set-up is introduced more-or-less naturalistically, except that secrets are held back for the future. There are two half-caste boys, amazingly incongruously, being taken care of by the old couple, and set-dressed with a sort of undetailed grammar school style of minimal chat. Produced by their daughter, who is revealed have had problems, or been a problem. The two of them show no mental life: they must have (for example) lived through wars off-stage, and the fantasies of Geldof and his Jewish promoters, and mass invasion. Obviously one hesitates to regard this as exceptional. It's amusing to see a whole host of blacks as police, legal advisers, and what have you; this of course is yet another sigh-inducing Jewish convention. Coltrane (if that's his real name, and his real country) may be aware of Scottish history: the Jews behind the scenes, royal families, Adam Smith failing to mention finance, the push for non-whites, the lack of democracy. Anyway: there's a knock on the door and a rape allegation from something like twenty years earlier. It goes without saying—except here—that Jewish sex with three year olds, Jews in Israel kidnapping Slav girls for forced rape, the corrupt policing, the Muslim stuff, is omitted. It's just whites. Maybe fat white actors need the work, though. There must be some rule-of-thumb as to the number of characters and the length of time in which they appear. After one episode it's set up for further discoveries about the Coltrane character (he spends the night with a woman, though the viewer is spared the details apart from moobs). And the daughter. And no doubt some secrets for Julie Walters. And legal shenanigans—I'd guess the black lawyer, the police interrogators, the sleazy but rather outdated stringer type through whom scandal is funnelled will have their day. I'd like to think 'BBC Children in Need' might be attacked, but of course it won't be.
Review by 'Rerevisionist' of Conan Doyle and the Case of the BBC (2010- ) 18 Jan 2014
The first episodes of this BBC series ('British' Broadcasting Corporation) are not new (2010 I think); however there seem to be more planned. ...
Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes
Conan Doyle (born 1859) has a good claim to inventing the detective story genre. Hugh Greene, once director-general of the BBC, brother of Graham Greene, wrote (or was credited with collecting and introducing) The Rivals of Sherlock Holmes (1973); but examination shows that all the stories (the ones I checked!) post-dated by many years A Study in Scarlet, the first Holmes story of 1886. Conan Doyle's youthful five years of medical studies gave him a solid factual grounding in the human body; his travels included British towns, and sea voyages to faraway lands; his father was reputedly drunk and mad, and must have provided psychological lessons. At the time Conan Doyle began to write, many publications needed (reasons included cheaper paper) many short stories; and a clutch of writers, including H G Wells, noted and surfed that wave very successfully.
Conan Doyle's science was up-to-date; it's easy to visualise a mahogany box with a military surgeon's equipment, and the chemical analysis techniques with shelves of proper-named reagents—he can hardly be blamed for failing to predict mass spectrometry. And his syringe, often containing morphine or the wonder drug cocaine, publicised by the up-and-coming Dr Freud. He knew poisons, and could still put poisons not yet known to science in his stories. It's less easy to sympathise with Sherlock's deductive skills, but I think it's likely the everyday stuff was realistic. In a time before vacuum cleaners, washing machines and detergents, boiled starched shirts were reserved for the horse-drawn carriage to the Lyceum. I suspect the ink marks, and mud splashes, and types of dust and cigar ash, were there, lingering, waiting to be observed. And the influences of long hours of work—the shape of the compositor's thumb, the 'military bearing', and for that matter the immediate identification of 'loafers'—were promoted by Galton at the time, partly to oppose Darwin.
Sherlock Holmes has remained popular (probably) because the stories (sixty, including long ones; more if you count parts) are reassuringly Victorian and (later) Edwardian, with very distinct British localities and characters—Cockneys, dockland opium dens, housekeepers, Norfolk jackets, railway journeys, hansom cabs. And they are fairly short, not very complicated, with not too many classical references, and not too many technical matters. (Compare R Austin Freeman's microscope-minded Thorndyke, for example). And as with Richmal Crompton's William, and, perhaps in future, J K Rowling's Harry Potter, the public preferred slightly cartoonish and established creations.
Holmes stories usually work out the consequences of crimes of passion: one storyline gets to the brink of a fake marriage, in the style of Goldsmith; many have revenge for past wrongs to women. Conan Doyle (or his publishers) avoid topics such as white slaves, homosexual blackmail, child sex. Many stories concern wealth, but usually as inheritance and bequests, valuable antiques and paintings, gems and treasure, Derby winners and the Pink 'un (a 'sporting' paper, much the same colour as the Financial Times now). Conan Doyle's stories belong to the world of immediately accessible riches, in the lottery winning fantasy style.
I think he must have started his stories with some suggestive item, probably in a newspaper, and then invented sufficient detail to work out a full story. The Man With the Twisted Lip reads to me as a story expanded from and constructed around an account of a beggar making a fortune in the City of London, for example. 'Sherlock Holmes - His Limits' looks very much like Conan Doyle's preliminary outline of Sherlock's knowledge and character, no doubt based on Dr Joseph Bell. Incidentally, a note on Professor Moriarty: professors were quite rare then, far more so than military types, not today's ten a penny (or ten a cent).
Sherlock Holmes stories have numerically manageable and easily-identified casts of people, and are well suited to radio, and to filming; enter (among others) Basil Rathbone in his Ulster and cravat, and deerstalker and meerschaum—props not quite in the books—Holmes's headgear seems to have been unspecified, though probably not a top hat, and he smoked clay pipes—but with tremendous mimetic presence.
Conan Doyle's Atmosphere
 London and The World
We've looked at Victorian and later surrounding. The relative difficulties of transport tended to keep things close together: large and small houses, many small shops: hat makers, for instance, and bookshops, and the place where Sherlock bought his Stradivarius; public baths, libraries, railway stations; markets such as Covent Garden and Smithfield, with dealers, and suppliers like the wife in Brixton bringing up her city-bred geese.
There were no telephones; no audio recordings or moving pictures. The fastest transmission of messages was by telegraphy, but there were small boys—'street urchins'—who carried messages. The postal system had I think five deliveries per day; there were morning and evening papers; and The Times had personal advertisements on the front page, something that survived until long after the Second World War. There were large numbers of post offices, and corner public houses ("pubs"), and many new churches designed to look old. London clubs defined many men. The mythical Diogenes Club, the club for 'unclubable' men, included Mycroft, who was a lazy auditor. There were many large houses in the country—the expansion of tube lines and suburbs came later.
Land tenure and banking were not topics in Conan Doyle's sights. As a first approximation, the Church of England was the principal landowner; the Duke of Westminster owned and collected rents on large chunks of London; the Bank of England had its mysterious presence. Landladies (and their staff) were ubiquitous and must have been salaried agents, I think—including Mrs Hudson—doing the housekeeping for their furnished rooms. In only one story (The Adventure of Shoscombe Old Place) is a client of Holmes 'in the hands of Jews', and he was saved by owning a Derby winner. Conan Doyle saw the big planned influx of Jews into London: the stories in His Last Bow were published by 1913, and The Case Book of Sherlock Holmes by 1927, but the stories were set around 1900, as Watson's recounting of Sherlock's adventures.
Conan Doyle, or anyway Watson, was ambivalent about London. "A cesspit of Empire" (Conan Doyle's words) and yet also four million people living orderly lives, to Holmes' discomfiture when adventure was lacking. It's interesting to be reminded of times when there were no passports; and interesting how pale and faint 'nationalism' was—Bertrand Russell said such freedom 'is as dim a memory as crinolines'. Conan Doyle is always described as Scottish; in those days Scots were a higher percentage of the world than now, famous as (for example) engineers. I suspect 'Sherlock' was a Scottish/Irish surname.
Worth mentioning is Conan Doyle on the Boer War: he was what was called an 'Imperialist'. Despite the Jewish link this was a common attitude in Britain. It must have favoured him with Jewish publicists.
Conan Doyle's characters detected a 'bitter wind from the east'; Conan Doyle thought this would be cleansing. I assume this attitude was derived from newspapers, which even in those days had Jewish correspondents and agencies, always putting out anti-Russian propaganda, or anti-German—whatever their instincts or collectivity commanded. Even leading thinkers were heavily influenced. Family deaths, and one hopes the carnage of the Great War, turned Conan Doyle into the rather futile path of spiritualism.
 The Stories: Don't Forget Magic and Violence
The Epic of Gilgamesh helps illustrate that magical powers and force have at least as much staying power as pity and terror in the theatrical scheme of things. Conan Doyle recognised both: as shown by his interests in table-rapping and (later) dinosaurs and fairies, and his Brigadier Gerard stories of the Napoleonic Wars and (later) the Boer War and agitation against Congo atrocities.
As to magical powers, one touchstone is the ability to fly; almost everyone can understand it's not humanly possible. However, Sherlock can appear unexpectedly. Usually he's given acting skills, so this works, just about; but it's easily extended and caricatured, as derivative non-Conan Doyle works show. Invisibility is another: several stories have painted numerals or characters appearing overnight in all-but-impossible circumstances.
The US 'Civil War' is in Sherlock Holmes' stories; European conflicts such as the Crimean War were also fairly recent; and Dr Watson was in Afghanistan. High tech then was the 'Turbinia'; now it's drones. Watson, as with the modern equivalents, has no idea about the causes of wars, or the British presence in India, though he's aware that the Army provides some income security: the evil Moran, 'second most dangerous man in London', served in various campaigns, but is now 'unemployed'. Watson shows little awareness of Hindus vs Moslems, and indeed anyone vs Moslems, but knows about Sikhs. He shows little awareness of Egypt, Disraeli, and eastern topics.
Sherlock is 'an expert singlestick player, boxer, and swordsman'. A 'singlestick' appears to have been something like a wooden sword, or indeed tapered broom handle, not sharp, complete with a guard for knuckles. A 'cudgel' may be similar, but without the guard. There are also suggestions of hand-to-hand oriental styles of fighting, now called 'martial arts'. Firearms aren't mentioned much; maybe because of expense. Or because they are too final. Or to avoid giving the lower orders dangerous ideas. Or possibly because they are less showy and less well-adapted to the poseur. Anyway, Sherlock shows no sign of expertise in firearms; expanding bullets, from the Indian Mutiny, are the limit.
Sherlock had his own reference collection: a 'row of formidable scrap-books and books of reference ... index of biographies from the shelf. "My collection of M's is a fine one, said he. "Moriarty himself is enough to make any letter illustrious, and here is Morgan the poisoner, and Merridew of abominable memory, and Mathews, who knocked out my left canine in the waitingroom at Charing Cross, and, finally, here is our friend of to-night." Only five M's, one notices, probably largely clipped from newspapers, supplemented by notes in Sherlock's own immaculate handwriting. (I don't know what to make of the reverse alphabetical sequence). The very first alphabetical Who's Who (not the preceding simple list of MPs etc) only appeared in 1897; it would be pleasant to think Conan Doyle played a part in its genesis.
Watson must have used the Encyclopaedia Britannica in one of more of its incarnations. I'd guess for example information on the horrible squat ugliness of the Andaman Islanders came from it.
Watson's diarist role, something like an annalist recording an analyst, is a realist technique, similar to Joseph Conrad's novels and many Kipling poems. Jack London, the man of action, has a more direct technique. I feel something could be made of this, but I'm not sure what; nor of the assumption which many people must absorb from these stories, that the police are a bunch of bunglers.
Most of the stories involve fairly ordinary people; this is worth mentioning, because as we'll see post-Holmes stories expand into affairs of state. Conan Doyle was happy with ordinary impulses disguised or pushed rather far: the chap heavily disguised, chatting up his own daughter to keep her from not 'marrying well'; the revenge on a sweetheart by a contrived murder charge against her own son; the distraction from crime by the 'Red-Headed League'. And with the unfinished statement, or writing, on death, to be ingeniously decoded. And with mysterious deaths; a snake, some from the east, even a 'gas chamber' (in the 'Retired Colourman'). As with Poe, there's a transcription cypher, an experiment each author only tried once. And there's the cunning handling of publicity in the press and by letter to lure or otherwise influence the baddies. As the 'Baker Street Irregulars' and the informal chats (often with payments) show, Sherlock was happy to get information from informants and witnesses; we don't have spies in telegraph offices, for example.
However, the Prime Ministers, the military types, the VIPs are not in Conan Doyle. We do have a King of Bohemia, and Irene Adler, 'the woman', a scheming woman foreigner. And 'anarchists', who were in fact Jews in the Pale killing Russians, though Conan Doyle was unaware of that. Conan Doyle specifically inserts Jonathan Wild into a story, a man occupying a time before the police force had been invented. He seems to be the model for Moriarty: Conan Doyle regarded him as an organiser of crime in the early 18th century, taking 15%.
 Aside on Spy Thrillers
It's essential to mention another genre, only hinted at in Holmes: foreign agents, nasty Huns, sinister spies. Sapper and Buchan's The Thirty-Nine Steps set the mental scenery. Conan Doyle was interested in secret societies (including the Mormons as they were then) though it's uncertain to me how much this was to provide background colour. But in spy thrillers, the Great War imported intelligence chiefs, new secret weapons, trench warfare, war propaganda such as the Bryce Report, war propaganda to get the USA into war, the Western front, eastern Europe's Jews and Russia and Hungary etc.
At this point magical powers enter: the sinister baddie in The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915) is an actor so good he can be present at a Cabinet meeting and impersonate a Minister. However hard it may be to tell politicians apart, this seems incredible. As does the idea of memorising the schematics for a new design of engine. The spy thriller genre is important to understand the modern versions of Holmes, who is shown hob-nobbing with the powerful, if not great and good. The nearest any Conan Doyle story gets is perhaps the Naval Treaty, but the entire plot only concerns the missing document. Conan Doyle visualized Sherlock as a behind the scenes detective, typically giving the credit to the 'little sallow rat-faced' Lestrade.
The apex of magic and force is something like the James Bond films, but not the books, which try to be fairly realistic descriptions of people of the 'operational type'. The film imagery of burning and exploding objects and machines, large internal spaces the size of big studios, unrealistic chases, tourist scenery, and individual baddies with supporting staff, seems an immovable part of the current folk film psyche.
Let's try to put these components together as part of the commentary on the 'British' Broadcasting Corporations' 'Sherlock'.
 The BBC's Sherlock Holmes
Computer graphics, and green screens and performance capture/ light suits, came of age with Lord of the Rings, first part 2001, and in the real world in 9/11 of the same year, not very coincidentally. The BBC had about ten years to practice; maybe they bought the software. Their technology must be about equal to anyone's.
The street standing in for Baker Street is similar to the original Baker Street. Updates which parallel the original include improved communications: laptops, Watson's blog, mobile phones and text messages are more or less direct updates. Mrs Hudson presumably provides wifi. There's no direct equivalent to typewriter key defects. Sherlock now has no car, but uses taxis; a pretty exact parallel to Sherlock whistling up a cab. Laptops are an obvious update from notebooks. His observations appear like a tag cloud; they already look slightly outdated, because search engines tend to dislike them; but never mind.
The deal table stained with chemicals is now a pathology lab, in what looks like part of London University, reasonably enough.
Something which is in Conan Doyle, and retained without comment, is suppression of the idea of large numbers of people co-operating in evil. Moriarty's spider web is quite small. The Bond villain type is usually shown alone in his palace or spaceship or whatever. Conan Doyle had no idea that large conspiracies can happen; Freemasons' regalia is about his limit. He may have learned this after 1914, however. Anyway, the BBC shares this blind spot, though in their case it is deliberate.
Extensions not in Conan Doyle
The female assassin material is not in Conan Doyle; Irene Adler is an adventuress, no doubt including a sexual component. I wonder if the James Bond tiny old woman meme is part of the pretence that the Queen is other than unintelligent? Anyway, this is not unexpected. Fortunately it was decided, as in the original, not to have a homosexual component.
For my taste the psychology is a bit weak: Sherlock as a psychopath or sociopath, or on the same lines as Asperger, doesn't cut much ice. Probably this is inserted because it's natural for the BBC to dislike any outstanding ability. What is not in Conan Doyle is absurd memory feats, the 'memory palace' which seems to come from Derren Brown, who provided some input.
Longer TV programmes need larger casts and larger numbers of scenes. This is a bit of a problem, as Conan Doyle's short stories don't have enough characters to expand. The easiest solution is to enlarge the bit parts. And to combine elements from a number of stories, but then the people keep meeting all the time. Hence painfully unlikely coincidences, such as Moriarty working in the path lab, Holmes engaged to the baddy's PA, Watson's wife being in some 'intelligence' group, Sherlock turning up to foil a beheading... Another aspect that struck me as amusing is that speaking parts cost more than silent parts, or used to; so much of the time there are implausibly silent extras.
The BBC is part of the Jewish anti-white movement; it's no surprise whites are shown in denigratory ways, while blacks and half-castes are brightened up. Many of the normal whites are shown as criminals, drugtakers, blackmailers and so on, even Mrs Hudson. This is quite an important aspect, worth noting. Watch for dislike of Christmas, hatred of Easter, dislike of Christians. Watch for white supremacists with what's probably intended as a Christian cross symbol; and watch for nothing on Jewish supremacists. Watch for mixed-race areas of London.
 The Strange Case of the Missing Elements
Sherlock might have been updated politically, shown with uncanny political and economic acuity. Obviously the BBC wouldn't like this, and their writers very likely couldn't manage it anyway. A politically and economically super-acute Sherlock, alive to the smallest details of press and TV reports, might (for example) look at Cohen of the BBC and infer a host of tags: cover up immigrant crime; no publicity for facts of black education; a new series of whites as whores; double Jewish lies on WW2; refuse any serious coverage of 9/11; hide returns made by increasing public debt—an Embarras des richesses for the great detective, and for the Jewish quasi-establishment. It's quite funny to see the references to Eastern Europe and Afghanistan. And laughable stuff with the Prime Minister spoken of in overawed tones, as though anyone took Thatcher, Major, Blair, Brown, Cameron seriously and not just as absurd puppets. And there's of course never any mention of paper and plastic money and the vast related Jewish frauds.
As we've seen, Conan Doyle is too tame for a warlike world. So now Mycroft is shown as important in 'intelligence' circles. It's likely British governments are more concerned with covering up child abuse, or selling off British assets, or telling lies to promote wars, or setting up centres for immigrants in Africa, or dumbing-down education with lies about mass murders. It's an attractive idea that Sherlock might expose some Rothschild deal, or expose a false flag operation with incomparable skill, or demolish some media mogul, but of course this won't happen with the BBC.
Explosives and guns as far as I recall aren't in Conan Doyle. In the BBC version we have, very likely copied from other film/TV, whole body suits of explosives, and cavalier weapon stuff with multiple people holding guns at each other—pistols, not machine pistols, I think. Exciting but unpredictable. Holmes is more resilient than Conan Doyle could have allowed: whacked with an iron bar, shot at close range. Luckily, as is customary, the baddies can't shoot straight or master electronic security.
An updated Sherlock from the technical knowledge viewpoint might have included his monographs on computer fraud, on tracking down Internet users, and on detecting fraudulent identity captures. And maybe chemicals in food, and the properties of cocktails of drugs. And no doubt other possibilities; there are many, such as a monograph on the use of fear, and on nukes and the Cold War.
I'm afraid at this point I'm losing my impetus. My notes include the drugtakers, in a derelict high value house. A Scandinavian media mogul—Jews hate Swedes. The actors' union, Equity, able to prevent honest presentations of immigration and Jews. The ludicrous plot with a fake Vermeer, as though they haven't learned. The Martyrdom of Man, a history of mankind considered as a unit, which annoyed Mr. Gladstone by omitted the Flood and other Bible stories. The handy titles this genre permits: The Case of This, The Adventure of That, 'the shocking affair of the Dutch steamship Friesland'.
Review by 'Rerevisionist' of
Strictly Come Dancing: Competitive Dressage for Human Horses. Under the Jewish Thumb
Immense Irrelevance of Formal Dancing. With Digital Technology 19 November 2016 23:22
It's not only BBC Newsnight which peddles Jewish propaganda. Virtually all BBC prime-time broadcasts are conducted by employees, contestants and audiences who are predominantly Jewish. For example, take the most popular show on BBC; Strictly Come Dancing, the two presenters, the four judges, the contestants and the audience are predominantly Jews. Not surprising really given that the BBC have a Jewish Board of Governors; who were appointed by the Jewish Establishment.
Thus an online comment I noticed. The BBC Newsnight is a reference to its post-election edition: the editor, two out of three of the main presenters, and all seven of the main interviewees in Washington and London were Jewish. From a review by Francis Carr Begbie. I may as well give the names and quasi-qualifications: The editor [Ian Katz], two [sic] out of three of the main presenters [Emily Maitlis | Mark Urban | David Grossman], and all seven of the main interviewees in Washington and London [pro-Israel fanatic former US Congressman Eric Cantor | Simon Schama | Melanie Phillips | Evan Davies | Neoconservative think tanker Danielle Pletka 'senior vice president of foreign and defense policy studies at the American Enterprise Institute' | Mary Kaldor, 'professor of global governance at the London School of Economics' | 'Pulitzer prize-winning historian of communism' Anne Applebaum] were Jewish.
The above is recent, of course, but reminded me of another link with Jews, the Soviet Union. Many years ago, a Daily Mail hack of all things pointed out that some exposition of the Soviet Union displayed film of folk dances from parts of the Soviet Union where the locals had survived Jewish genocide. The point he was making is that dancing and politics are poles apart. Ideal mass entertainment, therefore, if dressed appropriately.
I'd assumed the two women prompt-readers were presented, tongue in cheek, as a dark-haired Jew, and a dumb blonde 'shiksa'. Maybe I was wrong.
The name of this competitive show was perhaps chosen to avoid, or include, copyright complexities dating back to Come Dancing, black and white, so long ago was it. Now, it's videoed sometimes in Blackpool, more often in a purpose-built London studio, designed with digital electronics in mind. Poor Blackpool Tower, whose springy parquet dance floor has been joined by halal food, pay-only entertainment areas, and faded hotels. Thanks to Internet, scenes from the new TV studio broadcasts - the word needs updating - can be examined, and it's clear the spotlights are enhanced and the backgrounds, floor designs, and close-up effects (e.g. gold 'stars') digitally processed. It's also clear that a lot of effort goes into the staged dancing, at least judging by the cameras which are seen in the wider views. And the staged location apparently up stairs where the scores are announced to be in.
Another copyright, or union, issue must be the use of an orchestra, and singers, to present pastiches of songs well-known in their recorded versions. Some of these are quite painful; most musical instruments can't manage modern computerised waveforms and processing, and the voices may not work - I noticed Leslie Joseph having a go at We're a Couple of Swells. Sigh. 'Live' in one sense only of 'live music'.
The information permafrost of the BBC, prevents leakage of techniques to the warmer outer world: when did you ever read or see a BBC newswriting hack explain what he or she had to do? Are 'migrants' competent to do the highly technical stuff? Is there a more modern version of green screens, such as small dots, or standard luminance, deployed? Some viewers might be interested. Are there really any outsiders in the audience, or are they safer trained extras?
A browse online tells us that a Jewish charity raised £2.75 million, for 'vulnerable children and their families, children with special educational needs and people with learning disabilities'. Jewish inbreeding produces more than a fair share of genetic oddities, but luckily the Bank 'of England' can print enough. We're told 'Judge Rinder' (a barrister?) joined ... Greg Rutherford and [TV programme] judge Darcey Bussell. I don't know if Bussell thinks she's a Jew - probably, as she seems to go to North london synagogues - though a memory comes to me of another prima ballerina, Simone Clarke, who would not be invited to judge.
On the subject of charities, BBC Children in Need is still begging for money. There are many white British children whose parents, or parent, are homeless, as a result of Jewish anti-white racial supremacy. The rich Jewish tradition of course includes child sex; no doubt the sh*ts who arrange the programming approve.
More on charities: all 'Jews' in Britain are required to agree with their chief freak that nonwhite invasion of Europe should continue. See for example Jews Want 'Migrant Crisis'
It's curious how little technical detail Bussell gives, probably because ballroom and formal dancing has little connection with ballet. The other judges emit value judgements, but, at least in the samples I saw, with no reason, as dog shows assign points to characteristics of dog breeds, in what appear arbitrary ways. It's not deemed necessary for dancers to have their ears surgically reshaped, but elaborate clothing and smiles are obligatory. I was somewhat transfixed by the oafish Ed Balls, or whatever his real name was, trying to dance Gangnam Style, its Korean video being the most watched voluntary moving image of all time, excluding ads. He seems to have a free pass, perhaps to pretend that Jewish politicians can at least do something.
Another curiosity is the distribution of types of the 'professional dancers' and their temporary partners. With Jewish visual adverts, absurd mixtures are used, including half-caste and assorted mixed children who obviously don't belong in their fantasy family. Something similar applies in Strictly Come Dancing. I think I detected a Ukrainian woman in there, and was reminded of our glorious Queen, who must occasionally entertain various Rothschilds to cucumber sandwiches, and may be perhaps be uncomfortably pricked by thoughts of Russian royalty, related to her, murdered, raped, and otherwise entertained by Jews in their traditional cellars. They might to better to stick to cavorting and/or escort activities, or whatever 'professional dancers' get up to..
The message at the end - "Keep on dancing!!" - is rather absurdly contradicted by the images of straining, sweating, panting performers. But that's shoah business.
In an episode I watched we had 'Remembrance Sunday' (November 13, 2016). I'm unsure whether Sunday is chosen to pretend the Church of England (now under the Jew, Welby) has any significance, or perhaps because it's a day off from ruining Britain and running fake charities. However we were treated to some lachrymose lies and performances by Len Goodman in his East End voice and cloth cap, and Rinder, and no doubt many others. By now it's clear Churchill was a Jewish puppet of a repulsive type, and Britain's assets were used to kill Germans, support Stalin and kill Russians, and transfer Britain's empire to the Jews running the USA. It will be some time before these things are 'remembered' by the 'British' Broadcasting Corporation. Such is the gratitude of so-called 'Jews' for people who supposedly saved them.
DOWNTON ABBEY: Jewish propagandist garbage about white wars
Numerous hack actors and scribblers: Downton Abbey
If you're a simpleton, you may like this superficial simple-minded sentimentality 7 October 2013
Downton Abbey: TV, DVD -- One of many of reviews by 'Rerevisionist' banned by Amazon (Dec 2015).
Really extraordinary garbage. The war with Germany was a disaster. It's amusing in its way to see how stupid the actors, scriptwriters and all the rest are; they have no idea about the world. The presentation of families—whose (for example) sons from Eton had died imagining they knew what they were fighting for, or of course the more numerous simple lads who volunteered, but later of course had to be forced to 'fight' by conscription as the realities became clearer. Or the payers of death duties on their dead sons; the total lack of any news—on, say, Lloyd George, or sea warfare, or how the war was paid for (the year after Jews formed the Federal Reserve, for people needing a hint), or the heavy mortgages these palely-portrayed fading aristocrats, portrayed by failed actors, were under, or who was promoting the killings, or how the USA was persuaded to send their sons to be killed, and why...
.. Or how the war profiteers made their money out of death. Or how the newspapers of the times lied. ...
Judging by the general appearance, the thing was put together with people interested in clothes, and little else, certainly not ideas. There's very little on theatre sensations, the new cinema or 'kinema', developments in the telephone, housing styles, new laws, Alpine climbing, Ascot, tennis fashions, the new Lyons Corner Houses, Bradshaws Railway Guide, etc etc etc etc etc. Fortunately it doesn't matter; in years to come people will dust off DVDs of the recently-deceased and puzzle over the poor taste of now.
The British acting 'profession' has a union, Equity. The US version was founded in 1913, and as would be expected seems dominated by 'Jews'. I just saw their website, actorsequity.org, which has a list of 'Do Not Work' warnings. As a topical British note, I see Jeremy Corbyn, the Jewish 'Labour' politician, was once head of 'Equity' in the UK. One of their rules is that nothing 'racial' shall be performed. (Check the exact wording—if you can find it. Their rules are hidden, now. One of their campaigns is pro-BBC, under a Jew called Cohen and with 'creativity' controlled by a Baghdad Jew called Yentob). Every single actor you see had to join. The facts about country houses—taxed into oblivion to pay Jews who loaned paper money to pay whites to kill each other— will not appear if Equity has anything to do with it. You can almost feel Corbyn's circumsized erection as he goes into battle to support Jewish mass murders in Russia and do his uneducated best to support the 'Holocaust' fraud and child rape.
I recently noticed a series in 'Independent' television about American heiresses entering British high society. I presume this is a reference to Jews moving into the British aristocracy, as it was slowly impoverished, for example by Rothschild after Waterloo. The stellar example of course being Churchill. More garbage.
I've occasionally chatted with hack writers in authors' associations: it's amusing that their light material, usually on class, applies to themselves: all are subservient, more so than any normal 19th or early 20th century person. Don't be a sentimental cabbage and watch this garbage. Everyone connected with this production is worthless. **** the whole lot of them.
Review by Rerevisionist of Robot Wars Was BBC TV c. 2000
This fascinated me (up to a point), I think because of the suggestive parallels with the evolution of life.
The title is a bit misleading: the contestants aren't 'robots' in the science fiction sense: they don't look like people. They're more like radio-controlled cars, usually metal, usually on wheels, and equipped with devices to damage rival 'robots'. They move in an arena, quoted as about 48 by 32 feet, which for safety reasons has lowish-level barriers all round, and barriers further back to protect the spectators in their tiers of seats. The barriers are described as perspex (British word for 'plexiglass' or 'lucite') but for all I know may be something tougher. Typical robots are about four feet by three, by one to two feet high, weighing 100 kg (about 1/12 the weight of a car), powered by electric motors delivering maybe 4 horse power (a car might be 160 hp). The teams of people who build these things must have some view of the power:weight ratios.
All this of course doesn't happen by chance: there are rules, which I haven't seen, which impose maximum weights, and restrictions on design. The rules emerge occasionally, when the designers are asked about their creations, or when the three judges (including Professor Noel Sharkey) make occasional comments. The rules must themselves have evolved. I gather, for example, that petrol/gasoline engines were permitted, robots which 'walk' are allowed to weigh twice as much as wheeled robots. And that robots can be in two, but not more, pieces. Weapons are restricted: machine guns and dynamite sticks and spears and flames aren't allowed, but flippers, pincers, rotary grinders, flails, axes, and punches are.
The original idea was (it seems) America; my guess is that the BBC's public funding allowed a more lavish arena and studio set-up. The British version included four CPZs (Corner Patrol Zones, pronounced CeePeeZed in Britain) with 'House Robots', and a 'Refbot', equipped to count down from 10 to 0. The arena has a four by four foot 'pit of oblivion' into which robots can be pushed, pulled, or misdriven. Most of these additional elements must have been included to keep the action active; any robot motionless in a corner could, by the rules, be attacked by the house robots. I may as well list these, for people who haven't seen (or have lost sight of) these year-2000ish TV things, produced by one of the BBC's departments. Sir Killalot (jousting suggestion), Shunt (cowcatcher style), Matilda (two-horned rhino with rear weapon), Sergeant Bash (flamethrower), Mr Psycho (huge hammer), Growler (jawed dog), Cassius Chrome (furious face and alternating punches)—between them (usually two per combat) in effect kept things moving.
Craig Charles was good as the barker and announcer and commiserator and celebrant. Looking online, I find to my utter shock that the commentary was by Jonathan Pearce, a football commentator who sounds exactly like Craig Charles, and who sat in a sort of crow's nest cabin watching the 'battles'. Incidentally, how difficult is it for cameramen/women to capture the feeling of events occurring in a scattered way: hence my rather dull photo of 'Razer'. The chaos and scattered itemisation of a battle is tough to trap.
Without pushing the parallel too far—in fact, it's a good exercise to list the ways in which these events are not Darwinian—there are unmistakable similarities with fights in real life. Youtube has many videos of tiger vs wildebeeste, crocodile vs elephant, mongoose vs cobra, preying mantis vs wasp, fire ants vs spider, ... . There seem obvious biological analogies: I noticed a robot shark, designed very elegantly, which however was brushed aside by a fast metal wedge. Some robots ended on their backs, like beetles unable to turn over. (Hence the introduction of 'Srimecs', self-righting mechanisms). Some were designed to mimic symmetrical crabs or lobsters, or perhaps boa constrictors—gripping and immobilising their prey. However there seems no chance of soldier ant-type multiple robots. And no chance of a parasite specifically designed to home in on another robot's central control. And no chance of camouflage—though I wonder whether bold zebra stripes or some other optical illusion might not grab a decisive split second. I wonder if an electric eel design might be permitted, and might work? Or a mantis shrimp-based wrecking ball?
Mechanical devices are as likely to provide models: bulldozers, and tools like angle grinders and concrete breaking equipment, illustrate possibilities. As one TV series replaces the one before, and designers get to work, new types arise, a bit like new phyla introduced into the biosphere. The angle grinder soon mutated into a rotating wheel with a few teeth a few inches long: arranged upright it can heave other robots out of the arena; but it may dig into the floor. A horizontal arrangement may work; but robots designed to scoop may defeat them. Flippers vs pincers seem to have decided in favour of flippers: the photo is 'Razer', able to penetrate most robots, but only if it had the chance. At the present time, low profile rectangular wheeled invertible robots with a lifter seem dominant. There seems to be (as might be expected) a failure in transitiveness: if A can defeat B, and B defeat C, nevertheless C may defeat A. I'm sure these would not be allowed, but I wonder whether liquid air might stop a robot, or a spray of fast-setting concrete or hydrofluoric acid or oil, or metal tacks to puncture wheels...?
Anyway; mid-2016 has a revived series announced.
On evolution, let's look at the ways in which Robot Wars fails the analogy. For my taste:
Review of Robert Harris
Fatherland (Book followed by Jewish-American-British TV film
Jewish-Anglo-American TV/film Propaganda Hybrid 29 Dec 2015
Someone uploaded a very low resolution video of this item. 'Home Box Office'; HBO was Time Warner - this is before AOL amalgamated into their union. On Youtube it seems oddly old, despite being copyright dated 1994. It seems 1970s or even the 1960s, as though from the era of Richard Burton acting in the 'Cold War'.
I think this is partly because of the thinness of ideas; each scene is stretched out. But also there's a suggestion that Germany was backward. In fact, when Germany lost, their patents and inventions were stolen by the USA, just as their physical factories were stolen by the USSR.
This was filmed in Prague - lots of Jiris and Janas in the credits. Post-production by the cheap Brit tea-drinkers in Twickenham and Shepperton.
Probably Robert Harris (born in Nottingham, 1957, according to online information) had little idea of anything factual. He must have written 'Fatherland' in his mid-30s, after 'working' as a BBC reporter, until (aged 30) being made 'political editor for the Observer', a British 'quality press' title. Fatherland in book form is claimed to have sold a million copies, but there is no information that I could find on the promotional push it must have been given: BBC TV interviews? Copies in the windows of Waterstones? Airport sales?—though the author is listed as Fatherland, Co. Ltd. in the TV film's credits.
Harris seems to have turned out many thrillers, but also was a ghost or co-writer, for example with The Columbia Guide to African American History Since 1939, and a book on Political Corruption. He has written, or perhaps a more accurate word might be quoted, or speculated, on 'germ attacks', the USA being deemed 'highly vulnerable'. He wrote on the 'Hitler Diaries' con of 1983, and makes an appearance in David Irving's libel trial of the mute inglorious Lipstadt. He's described as a 'friend' of Tony Blair. A cover blurb of the Alan Clarke Diaries (famous for saying East Timor is a long way away) quotes Robert Harris's description as 'The most compelling account of modern politics I have read'.
The TV film has Rutger Hauer as a blond black-uniformed policeman/ detective. Yes, it's a detective story! And Miranda Richardson as his estranged wife (they have a screen son). For some reason, I thought she was a or the daughter of Ralph Richardson. Apparently not. She was in Black Adder, and I remember her having intercourse tastefully with a black actor, presumably part of the Jewish race-mixing agenda. And the film had .. um.. well, others, less memorable.
The film starts with an odd fake cinema black-and-white newsreel; which even by itself shows Harris's total incomprehension of the issues. It starts with the 'failure of the Allied invasion', as though that wording would have been used. It shows Germany winning the war—meaning in Europe, as 'Germania'—but still at war with the USSR under an aged Stalin. The whole point of Hitler was to defeat Bolshevism! Harris has no idea Jews funded the USSR. There's a scene of Eisenhower pretending Eisenhower had ethical reasons for defeating Germany, rather than simple Jewish racism. Harris doesn't know Britain declared war. There's nothing on Poland. The British Empire is tactfully suppressed by Harris—no point reminded Brits, eh! I was amused to see the Trinity fake atomic bomb flash; this was before the days the BBC could fake an atom bomb with computer graphics. Lindbergh was mentioned; as Joseph (born 1888) Kennedy the elder as US President.
Harris got a few thrills with a Sex Crime Unit. This of course is a Jewish preoccupation, attributed by Jewzis to Nazis. For the folks back home. This somewhat eclipses what is presumably meant to be the main plot: six million .. gassed .. bullets too expensive.. etc. And there's a subplot of small son, 'brainwashed' (yes!) by the Nazi thugs, with Rutger Hauer planning to bolt for the free USA.
"Harris ... still remains a very common Jewish name in the UK, Europe and the U.S." - surname website.
Anyway, Harris is now about 60, so we can look forward to more sewage. Yippee.
Since typing that, I noticed a 2013 book An Officer and a Spy, which is based on the Dreyfus Affair, obviously another Jew fantasy topic. I recommend an overview of Dreyfus on Miles W Mathis' site, J'Accuse, Part Deux: the Dreyfus Affair on Trial by 'Josh', discussing the likelihood that the whole 'affair' was an anti-French establishment Jewish operation.
Peter Ustinov 4-part TV 1998 Planet Ustinov (4:3 aspect ratio; c. 200 mins)
Review by 'Rerevisionist' 25 June 2015
Reborn Coudenhove-Kalergi With Tangled Family Roots Tries His Best.
Peter Ustinov (1921-2004) seems an enigmatic figure, though probably this is a result of censorship surrounding Jews and their activities. He was (it's stated) born in London, and said he was "British, but without a drop of British blood". (Quotations here are taken from the DVD). His parents presumably came to Britain in or before 1921 either in flight from, or in support for, the Jewish coup in Russia. Judging by remarks in this DVD, he hated English public schools, possibly taking refuge in writing and acting. His Second World War was taken up by theatrical and film propaganda activities. His autobiography Dear Me records the incredulity of an army personnel type, when Ustinov informed him of his theatrical earnings; the soldierly simpleton refused to believe Ustinov. He was regarded from the 1950s on as a deep European intellectual type in The Midwich Cuckoos a London trip includes a visit to 'Ustinov's latest extravaganza'. He acted Nero, in Quo Vadis, his performance exactly in keeping with the probably propagandist presentation of Nero and his Rome. One of his plays was The Love of Four Colonels (1951), set in occupied Berlin's four sectors. He wrote Romanoff and Juliet, filmed in 1956. It's difficult to know to what extent German, Russian, and Jewish obligations and pressures affected his parents, notably his father: possibly he wanted peace with Germany, for example. At this distance in time, Ustinov's work seems just another 'Cold War' menu, but with unusual ingredients.
As far as I know, Ustinov was always careful to conceal his family background, which he did with skilful application of irrelevancies. Dear Me has a very long account of his parents' movements around Europe before they met.
Most of his supposed skill as a raconteur came from mimicry: English public school accents, grating American voices, a British working class man working at some Royal function, Russians reading lists of names, a clergyman saying "Dearly beloved", his own manicured voice ... and sounds: motor horns, animal sounds, gasps, microphonic simulations of orchestral music.
My charity-shop DVD (2009) was broadcast in Britain in 1998 by ITV, not BBC, equally Jewish controlled, in four parts. The blurb says the idea came from Mark Twain's Following the Equator, a travel account of Twain in English-speaking countries, published in 1897, and a well-thumbed modern paperback copy supplies part of the continuo of the four programmes. (Very probably the format was suggested by Michael Palin's BBC series, begun in 1989, based loosely on Jules Verne's Around the World in Eighty Days').
I couldn't find a summary of the contents anywhere online, or in the DVD packaging. The planning and scripting and credits are not even hinted at, in the DVD, though someone called Waldman appears in online information on the tied-in book. There are brief titles, which are (not in full):-
 ISLES OF PARADISE. These isles appear to be Fiji and Kiribati, preceded by scenes of Ustinov's house (which seemed to have large dumps of books on the carpet) in his Swiss vineyard. There are many scenes of travel—airports, planes, helicopters; and steam trains—all of course white inventions. And many scenes of discomfort—[matting to sleep on] "doesn't make it quite up to the standards one is used to." Like the many Jewish advocates of elimination of whites, Ustinov prefers not to live in the reality. Each programme is divided into five parts: this one starts with 'A Common Language' (i.e. English), and includes another on a Scotsman, and another on the Rev Bacon, eaten in 1867. The programmes tend to have a saucy bit near the end, no doubt for the less culturally-minded viewer.
Ustinov's language is imprecise, but has the function, now familiar, of casting doubts on past policies: "bits of coloured cloth called flags .." and ".. throwback to a colonial past ..' illustrate this.
We are introduced, in a taxi, to a former rugby player who led a military coup, with ten armed men, in the Parliament building. "He is now Prime Minister himself." What a surprise!
 BEAUTIFUL DEATH. 4th of July: Hawaii celebrates it independence. Four close-formation jets do aerobatics. But jets may bring death. So are Hawaiians happy?—Are they even Hawaiians? 'A Percentage Game' shows inhabitants musing over their family trees, hoping for a "crucial 50% threshold" of Hawaiian 'blood' to get an issue of Hawaiian Home Land on a 99-year lease. 'Backwards in Time' is about a leper colony, and human bones found in building sites, in (I think) Honolulu. Now we have 'Heaven and Hell': Australia, and Sydney Harbour, and Sydney University with an English public school ethos. PAULINE HANSON of the "controversial One Nation Party" is interviewed, on the aboriginal industry from 26 - 28 minutes; Ustinov is careful to stress security problems, fanaticism.
There's little hint of Jewish influence on immigration into Australia. 1997 marked the entry of Blair into British politics, absurdly as leader of the 'Labour Party'. Bringing with him in secret plans for unprecedented levels of immigration. No doubt the strategy was synchronised with other parts of the world, in the same way that 'same sex marriage' was synchronously perved into place.
We see a 'half-caste'—difficulties here with vocabulary—visiting the grave of his mother: half-castes were sent to institutions. Ustinov makes no comment on how half-castes were generated. Then New Zealand; Waitangi Treaty, hot mud springs, tattoos, and dildoes—the latter featuring abundantly in web commentaries.
 A RIDDLE AT EVERY TURN looks at India. Himalayas, caste, the Ganges, Darjeeling, the Gymkhana Club, Tibetans from the Tibet omitted from Chinese maps, Jeremy Irons' son teaching English, turbans, computerised classified ads for 'partners', sex education, death traditions. A prince possibly with more subjects than a European country. But Ustinov avoids the teeming slums such as Dharavi in Bombay/Mumbai, just as the Islamic slumlands of what were at first west and east Pakistan were unvisited, despite their being somewhat English speaking; maybe to avoid worrying the viewers with facts about Islam.
 SUCH A WONDERFUL THING. South Africa. Including 'Robben island', 'de Beers' (20 mins or so in a diamond mine), 'The "Murder Capital"', and, as the supreme climax, 'Mandela'—presented as a hero, not a terrorist—at about 44 minutes. Ustinov (three years younger than MANDELA) talks of "the dignity and purpose of their [blacks] renaissance" on the QE2, at some sort of fund raising event. All this of course is part of the Jewish narrative of deception.
How much of this is Ustinov, 'UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador', and how much is part of the agenda, I simply don't know. Why didn't Ustinov do a series on Russia, after 'communism' fell? Why was there no hint of Jewish mass murder in the so-called 'Socialist Republics'? How much did Ustinov know about the two world wars? Did he have deeper insight than his superficiality suggests? The answer may be held within TV company records, or his own archival material. If some new biography is in preparation, of, or including, Ustinov, check to see if such details are examined. If not, such a book will no doubt be worthless.
| Review 14 Jan 2016 of TV War and Peace BBC, Weinstein, et al
Multi-part TV thing. This must have been arranged as multi-part project: BBC's 'Creative Director' a Jew from Iraq, I think; and Weinstein, no doubt a Jew currently in the USA. With these things the credits are often the most interesting part: Lithuania with some tax scheme, Latvija coming into it somewhere, a few museums which survived USSR Jews' depredations. The Russian houses must have had servants, gardeners, cooks, bakers, clothes washers, nurses for kids in nurseries, butlers, ostlers, footmen; but they're always presented as almost empty, with cavernous interiors. Probably to save on extras.
Tolstoy (like Dickens) is a good subject for TV adaptations: vast amounts of superficial detail, and with identifiable individualised characters with little connection with the overall plot. Just right for the episodic and modular treatment. And the English accents help—US audiences think it's cultured and foreign, and probably the recycled actors are cheaper. ["Wasn't she in one of those Potter films?" - "I think he was that punk bloke, God, years ago" - "She was in the X factor I think" - "I recognise her; she was the pathologist with that detective - Wow, she looks older" ...] And of course scenery. And costumes: plenty of uniforms, ballgowns, peasant smocks. And composer opportunities. And script editors etc.
Interesting to see the huge scenes; I think I detected computer-generated effects, for example mist. And rectangles of soldiers in the distance. The scenes have to be cut-down; and there's a problem with aerial shots, unknown of course at the time. And the timing of artillery and muskets with slow-loading equipment. And the exaggerated puffs of smoke and explosions; and horses being tripped by wires.
Tolstoy was writing before machine-guns, and even before the British expansion into Africa. He had no idea whatever of armaments, costs, loans and the rest. He was something like a romantic writer, 'Gone with the Wind' in Russian. It's difficult to know how Tolstoy was viewed in Russia, in his time. Tolstoy, if his novels can be believed, had no idea about the fomentation of wars. He regarded wars as unnatural, inhuman, and inexplicable. He was indignant at the slogans of the 'French Revolution', and their pretence at brotherliness: there's a fairly complete absence of Napoleon as a grabber of other peoples' assets. I suppose he thought swaggering young men in gorgeous uniforms, and coquettish flirty young women, and their elderly versions dealing in memories of battle, perhaps as recently as the Crimea, and in inheritance and tradition, as something in the natural order in Moscow, St Petersburg, and the vast provincial peasanted Russian Orthodox countryside.
It's a mistake to regard these products as art or culture; any more than a clothes season is a cultural event. Most viewers, after all, probably barely watch. It's amusing though to note there is at least something human struggling under it all. After all, Jews ruled and ruined Russia for more than seventy years: it seems unlikely any of their literary efforts would bear resurrection, except as horror stories or as obvious fakes.
| Review of British social history and songs CD: Flanders & Swann complete
End of the 1950s.... conventional sophisticated humour, June 26, 2010
Nicely packaged 3 CD set with a multi-levelled nostalgic feel. Michael Flanders was a promising actor, who however had the misfortune to contract polio. Swann was a pianist/ composer, partly of Russian extraction—or something like that. They worked together for about ten years, after which period the Beatles and other rock performers must have made them seem rather obsolete. Apart from a certain staged malice at Swann's expense, their image was of sophisticated commentary on then-modern life. There are references to such things as: air travel—then a novelty; hi-fi, as it then was—pre-digital; railway stations being closed; thermodynamics—influenced here by C P Snow; fashionable London addresses and fashions in interior design; status symbols (Vance Packard's 'Status Seekers' was published in 1959); modern buildings as criticised by supposedly outdated people; rubbish (or 'garbage') dumped in the countryside; and satire, of course another early 1960s thing. Flanders' skill, or perhaps weakness, was perhaps over-elaborate verbiage; Swann's skill, or weakness, was appreciation of obscure linguistic things. This works well enough (especially as air travel was becoming cheap, so previously out-of-the-way cultures became better known), but isn't everyone's taste. This collection includes several anti-war songs, including 'The War of 14-18' and an anti-nuclear-war song, 'Twenty Tons of TNT', recorded originally on small tape recorders. The digitised CD quality seems to me much better than what I remember of the LPs—all the words are distinct. They made two LPs, with cover designs possibly influenced by Tom Lehrer's. However they seem to have run out of material; the third CD, the 'Bestiary', is largely whimsical songs on animal themes—prompted I'm sure by the success of 'The Hippopotamus Song'. If you're in the mood, listen to some of these songs, in a group, with intermissions for sherry, and try to mimic Oscar Wilde amongst yourselves as you visualise the atmosphere of post-war theatres in London and in other places which they doubtless would have called 'the provinces'. There's a small format sleeve-notes booklet with fairly erudite commentary which should help with all this.
Review by Rerevisionist of Girl with the Dragon Tattoo 2011/2012 film set in very grey Sweden and Swedish islands
–Specimen typical in many ways of Jewish lies smuggled into detective entertainment
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (may as well add that) is set in Sweden; Daniel Craig as a non-existent type, a crusading journalist in Sweden. There's an intermittent backdrop showing Swedish TV, a sort of BBC with foreign flavouring, supplying background story fill-in, at just the right time. - And a girl as another non-existent type, able to hack into secure Swiss sites and move billions around: the Cayman Islands and Zürich appear. The hotshot journalist is unaware that Jews run publishing in Sweden; so are the ageing family who ran steel, construction, other industries, and built modern Sweden, and presided over a declining publishing firm, though this may have been put in to evade tiresome technical details. The company is assumed to have an evil history of dark deeds; no wonder alcoholism is a rivulet in the plot structure. The IKEA logo is included in a bit of set-dressing; and there's a disparaging reference to IKEA as a veneer. I doubt they paid a placement fee! Nobody seemed to have noticed Martin (the Swedish actor who was in Mamma Mia had a torture room and a long history of killings. His house proved easy for the lithe girl (ignorant of paper money swindles, of course) to enter, luckily for Craig, despite that island dwelling having numerous power-controlled doors. It was amusing to see the female laptop whizz (heavily made up panda eyes, faceful of rings, lit-up Apple logo) and home video cameras, doing her computer research, including scans of legal documents which to be fair may possibly exist somewhere, printed on an Epson. Naturally Martin had 'Nazis' in the family, though I didn't follow the supposed family structure. Of course the actual politics, notably of the Second World War, was (or, if you prefer, were) missing. So was a discussion of Jews in the USSR and the 'oligarchs'. The poor old Swedes were shown mostly as rapists, secretive types, incompetents, child abusers, and so on. The landscaping was in my view not well done—maybe filming schedules can't handle midnight sun vs painfully long winters. There was no discussion of immigrants, which Jews in Sweden (such as Barbara Spectre) are so keen to introduce. There was a Biblical motif, involving Leviticus—amusingly, Jewish behaviour as in Talmudic and other 'literature' was transposed into 'anti-semitism'—it occurred to me that the author may have been taking Jewish traditions and attributing them to Swedes, as his little joke. Disappointingly, the scene with Craig being tortured seems to have no Old Testament precedent: condign punishment for liars not being part of 'Jewish' lore.
Thanks to Internet, we can now instantly look up information on the author, or supposed author: he is supposed to have died before publication and promotion. I couldn't find, at least not in a short time, much about him: supposedly he 'researched' the 'far right' in Sweden, using equipment which now seems painfully old and slow. I don't know the extent to which he was funded by, or connected with, Jews. But clearly he was part of the problem. Maybe he was executed as part of the publicity? That would make a good story. Who knows; and who cares.
And there are people who pay to watch such stuff.
| Review of Film/DVD historical Mel Gibson's Apocalypto
Imaginative reconstruction, February 23, 2012
Interesting as an attempt by an independently-minded star to step out and expand. I suspect the marketing department made their mark though—the title is odd; and what does 'No one can outrun their destiny' mean?
This is set in Mayan territory in about what's we call 1600. Mel Gibson (who doesn't appear) presides over an explanatory video; he doesn't seem to realise there are many different types of 'jungle', but anyway he found a site he liked, flat enough to film in, with clear areas suited to building a Mayan-style pyramid complex and village. Both the jungle village, and the Mayan mini-town, are quite well realised though (sigh) marginally on the small side. There's another area, apparently for burning lime for mortar.
The village is shown as idyllic with many practical jokes. For my taste the ethnic make-up didn't really look right, being mostly heterogeneous extras with brownish make-up. However, the lead Maya baddie had an impressive (prosthetic) beaked nose effect in profile. There's a good tapir hunt at the start, with a sudden-death gadget which slightly reminds me of a thing in 'Badlands'. Maybe it's inevitable, but there were suggestions of other film influences—an un-escapable pit (as in 'Silence of the Lambs'), a leap down a waterfall ('Butch Cassidy'), arrows and spears being tugged out (LotR style). The village life was well done—happy kids, cheerful healthy people, comfort, some communal things, fires, thatch, dancing—and throughout the film the scarification, tattoos, nose and ear jade pieces looked convincing and, like the colours throughout, were supposed to have been researched and accurate, as was the subtitled language. The dancing looked a bit under-choreographed to me, but you can't have everything.
But we also have 'the universality of warfare and its oftentimes awesome savagery' and we have a scene with a very similar group, fleeing in dread. The village chief was not interested in asking them why they were fleeing—the forest is his, and fearlessness is right. (Come to think of it, the fleeing group didn't blurt out why—also a bit odd). Anyway—there follows quite a long scene of what looked like a massacre, but turned out to be a roundup of captives. This was slightly like a Vietnam War scene could have been, if filmmakers had independence and courage. It's surprising how easily a film can cause an emotional reaction: one of the overseers taking a group of captives, roped to a long stick, for their long march to town, was a sadistic type. Yeh—fall down the cliff too! The lead kidnapper had his clothing style worked on—there's a sort of Aztec/ Roman feel, plus animal skulls. We have a nod to worrying superstitions—a little girl with awful warnings.
Then we have the town. It's well done, with interesting human types. I have to say the top of the pyramid, the rectangular platform, looked a bit small to me, as if an energetic desperate prisoner could have taken quite a few guards rolling down the steps. There are some impressive headpieces for the priests and (I think) the king. We have a sacrifice, complete with beating heart held aloft, removed with an obsidian knife. At this point we have a real stretch: a total eclipse of the sun, just before the hero is about to become heartless. It's not filmed very accurately—a partially-eclipsed sun can't be looked at directly, so there's just a chill and some oddly shaped shadows. Most films get implausible some time earlier. It's made clear that the killings aren't just being nasty. (Or—I thought this was another fact, or factoid—so that the priests could eat young women). The Maya are having problems, and hope a few deaths will appease the Gods.
Anyway—the would-be victims are now to be disposed of. We have a pit with bodies, an open area, spears and arrows and stones, a corn field with genuine maize, a lot of running through jungle, and a waterfall. The lead baddy's feebler son—the daddy is obviously a bit disappointed in him—gets himself killed, which emotionally propels the chase of half a dozen Mayans against the remaining villager. We have death by snakebite, death by jaguar, a wasp's nest, a poisonous frog blowpipe, and a repeat of the tapir wood stake trap. This is nicely done but not completely convincing: the pit of bodies would surely have been heaving with maggots, flies, carnivores, and birds of prey. And the jungle was almost insect-free...
Another stretch here is just related to the distances: I've no real experience running through jungle wearing not much clothing, but probably the town to the forest home might be about twenty miles. So surely they'd have some idea of what was happening... Anyway, there's the waterfall drop scene—a green screen job, surely—which the lead baddy emerges from holding his bow and arrows...
A subplot is the hero's wife, and young son, who has a gash stitched with severed ant heads, hidden in the well—which was dry, but now fills—we seem to get about 70 inches of rain in a few hours. She also gives birth underwater.
And we get to the sea, presumably the Gulf of Mexico. By a standard convention, the two hunters and their prey all gawp at a sight they've never seen—three European ships, offloading white men in small boats. ...
Three stars for originality.
This film probably deserves more stars; I was just watching a video of a third-rate British (perhaps) comedian who was slurring Gibson on the usual ZOG lines. Sigh.
| Review of DVD/Film Jewish Race Film Jack Nicholson: The Bucket List
Sausage-machine with synthetic emotions and green screen, February 4, 2012
2007 film. I thought I'd be nasty and give one star. Because....
 The two main characters are too synthetic. Nicholson as a billionaire in hospitals—a field noted for groups operating illegally. Not at all realistic, and the character is absurd—more or less acquaintance-less, perhaps to keep the cost down; and also without anything one imagines billionaires to have, from sophistication (there's a drawn-out thing with a type of coffee he would certainly know the details of) to grasp of his business and will. The other one is a sort of Nelson Mandela type, not showing the sorts of characteristics noted by US blacks. In the same way blacks are promoted as athletes—for want of anything else—this character is shown as a TV quiz type, quoting simple-minded factoids, though the script does allow a bit of play there.
 The events are too obviously selected to be tear-jerking, like some guilty person making up a story about a dying relative as an excuse. This is of course is a standard technique; it doesn't really work here, because of the extreme contrasts of the operations, shaved heads, near-death, and stumbling around in hospital clothing stuff, with the going round the world material. As is a Hollywood standard, the black character is morally impeccable, turning down, for example, a sh*g with a woman presumably paid by Nicholson. Some of the regret material seemed better, but, well...
 The effects didn't quite work... the scenes trying to race cars showed the characters talking to each other through open windows; and with obviously implausible stunt scenes. The landscapes look processed and fake—an 'Egyptian monument' was some studio thing.
The bonus material includes a chat with scriptwriter—one of whose ambitions was to get a film made 'by a major studio'. Possibly worth a look by would-be scriptwriters. I wonder why actors, who after all must have some experience of the world, never seem to write anything. Maybe it's just easier to get a call from an agent, read up a bit, and turn up to do your takes and retakes.
| Review of Possible science conspiracy interest DVD: Capricorn One (1979)
Part-conspiracy, part-escapism, part-journalistic hero, part action man..., 17 Nov 2011
This isn't a full conspiracy film; one man is shown as a maverick running it all (unlike the real NASA, with vast numbers of departments) and he arranges the fake with anonymous others, who aren't shown, another convention which saves a lot of unconvincing detail. He wants to keep his show on the road ...
These are just notes—in keeping with the film's scrappiness---
* Not very consistent—rather odd lost-in-desert scenes with rattlesnake and scorpion (one of each—low budget?)
* Equally inconsistent scene with crop-dusting biplane piloted by Telly Savalas, being shot at by helicopters (which of course miss) and which are cropdusted to death despite the pilot having no idea what was going on. Incredibly, the survivor astronaut clings onto a wing despite looping the loop and sudden steep drops
* Plot hinged on three 'astronauts' heading for Mars—very last minute change dependent on life support system being found not to work a bit late in the day. This aspect of the plot is on-topic here, I suppose. NASA is shown as not knowing about a duplicate set made up in an airbase (abandoned since I think 1945)
* The usual sparse dialogue which seems compulsory for films—apart from what's supposed to be snappy mono- or dialogues by the main actors—maybe the screenwriter wanted to save typewriter ribbon?
* Rather implausible plot with an all-American journalist on the trail, with the inevitable conflict scenes with dim boss; the day after a near-lethal crash in a 'Boston brake' car going at 100 mph the journalist is back at work....
* Suspicious employee of NASA puzzled by his strange readout. He is vanished away (luckily, presumably, he had no friends). Incidentally it's remarkably low budget considering that NASA's moonfakes had huge numbers of people with their TV screens. Surely for Mars there'd be more?
* Clue inserted by supposedly returning astronaut referring his wife to a vacation—filming just one shot in a cowboy film was fascinating—with equipment like that, they could fake anything!
* Suspended ending with surviving 'astronaut' meeting his wife again at the supposed (or real) funeral of the other two.
Review by Rerevisionist of Wolfgang Petersen Das Boot [=The Boat] DVD 'The Director's Cut'
Not the Second World War: this is Britain vs Germany
Autumn 1941 (according to Radio Times notes). U-96 from La Rochelle to the Atlantic, including resupplying at Vigo in Spain, with an inexplicable trip to Gibraltar and back to La Rochelle.
My version says 200 mins, copyright 1985, 1997 Bavarian Film. Thirty years ago, twenty years ago, about events now seventy years ago. The Jewish propaganda version of WW2 still seems to rule, judging by Amazon commentators. Just three comments:-
 This film is in my view simply too light on technology: how did they know where they were? How did they get radio messages? How often did they need to surface? How did the engines work? Could they in fact operate deeper than 200 metres? These boats were technologically advanced. The result is a kind of schoolboyish gee-whiz, lacking technical backbone.
 It is low budget: there's no view of how the high command saw things, what was happening, what they thought they were doing. Fair enough in a film, and no doubt how wars are perceived by most of those involved, but a bit restricting. Views from outside often have a buckets-of-water-thrown-over-the-actors feel; there are no aerial shots showing the vastness of the Atlantic; burning ships are hard to film, dwarfed as they are by the sea in real life, so their are not very convincing views through binoculars. But the interiors look accurate: wood panelling and table and lights with shades for the officers, bunks, just one 'head', man with headset listening, torpedo tubes, illuminated gauges.
 Maybe a new genre will arise, involving new scripts and voiceovers, as a sort of samizdat film. The sort of thing I mean is comments on Churchill having declared war on Germany, which many people in the west don't seem to know. And France having declared war at the same time. They might sing, instead of 'It's a Long Way to Tipperary', one of the songs by (say) Charlie and his Orchestra—'The Man with the Big Cigar' perhaps, or 'German Submarines'? Maybe something on mass murder by Jews in the USSR, and their fears about Stalin invading Europe. Or perhaps bombing of Germany and France, with some detail of 'Bomber Harris' and his actions against civilians. Or perhaps stories of how America might be inveigled into war, just as happened in the First World War, though I doubt they could have guessed Pearl Harbor was in the future. Or accounts from WW1 of naval blockades causing starvation in Germany, probably of some interest to the crew. Or maybe accounts of Poland and the varying borders with Germany. Or a truer assessment of the U boat campaign. Plenty of possibilities—intelligent students of film might try their own voiceovers and/or subtitles! Lothar-Gunther Buchheim's novel might be a good start; I don't know.
Perhaps someone will film tank crews? Planes, ships, submarines; plenty of films. But tanks?
| Review of DVD/film thriller The Fourth Protocol
Crap, February 10, 2012
DVD 'The Fourth Protocol', filmed (1987) from a book by Frederick 'Freddie' Forsyth, with Pierce Brosnan and Michael Caine. There's a section where Pierce Brosnan and the sexy red-haired Finn (well, sexy depending on your age) assemble their atom bomb from U235. There's a ball with a hole through it of silvery metal, and a cylinder, repeatedly called a 'tube', designed to fit inside and make up critical mass. There are also disks of plutonium, and 'lithium'—presumably some compound, since lithium would just oxidise and catch fire, imported in various deliberately improbable ways. The bomb assembly part starts at about 1 hr 12 min in my DVD version. It's presented as able to devastate 2 sq miles (diameter of say 1 1/2 miles) and centred on housing near the perimeter of a US airbase.
I can never decide with people like Forsyth and 'John le Carre' how much of their stories is tacitly agreed with officials. If there was an explosion centred near the perimeter of a base, why would Americans be blamed? If they were, what would be done? The public aren't supposed to know about false flag/ provoked events—Pearl Harbor, Churchill bombing civilians etc etc—so why should they accept instant huge retaliation? Did Forsyth check out the supposed details of an atom bomb? (Displayed on a BBC micro, itself possibly an attempt to boost the BBC's attempt at a new flagship micro). How come all Forsyth's plots accept all Cold War mythology, and there are never any alternative plots—why not Day of the JFK Jackal? Why not The Paper Money Devil's Plot? Why not something on US activities in south-east Asia? Why the pro-Jewish and nasty Nazzy references? Why the sneers at South Africa? Why the failure to mention mass murder in the USSR? Was he hired to turn out his rubbish?
Review by Rerevisionist of William Hurt in Gorky Park (1983 DVD) Genuine mystery film! 2 Oct 2014
The USSR, USA, Jews, and the propaganda/film industry
1983 film with a weird cast: William Hurt, with Lee Marvin doing his best to be a sophisticated American trader. Several British (or 'British' Jewish actors)—the plump Richard Griffiths, Alexei Sayle, Michael Elphick (Jewish extras?). Joanna Pacula provides the erotic interest. Script attributed to Dennis Potter, possibly trying to get out of his BBC cage. Book by Martin Cruz Smith, who, um presumably wrote other stuff too.
The mystery is what the film was supposed to be about, now half a lifetime on for the cast and the rest, and a resting-place in charity shops. Possibly this was some contractual arrangement, for which a host of disparate types were roped in? I don't want to try to juggle studio problems, actors' contracts, slots to be filled, jobs to be awarded (director did The World is Not Enough about fifteen years later; Joanna Pacula—Jewish actress from Poland?), promises to authors, and so on.
Starts as a detective story, rather in the mould of the then-recent Silence of the Lambs with faceless bodies. Fifteen years earlier, Frank Sinatra was in a film with queers with penises removed: similar idea). This film may have been intended to comment on Jews in the USSR, ambiguously, so their descendants could bask in their achievement, or pretend it didn't ever happen. Could it have been about nuclear stuff? (Three Mile Island had been a few years earlier, no doubt a fake; if so it was written out). Was it about US trade with the USSR, allowing Jewish roles to be sneakily introduced? ('Vodka-Cola' was five years earlier). Was it to suggest US/USSR 'intelligence' links? Was it to comment on exploited animals? (There a sub-plot about sables). To rejoice in great writers being a plot of earth?
I have no idea, and little interest, but if there are serious students of 'film' and propaganda out there, you might give this film a look. What, if anything, was the point? Why was it made?
Review of The Sound of Music Film from 1965, reprising Mary Poppins of a year earlier
Specimen typical in many ways of Jewish lies smuggled into popular entertainment
Accurately Hostile Review of 'The Sound of Music' on the website of the Institute for Historical Review, by Mark Weber (2011). (This is not my review). Serious students of 'film' might note the way in which Jewish memes appear then fade: there's little of sadism and cruelty in this film; and there's little attempt to smuggle in homosexuals, lesbians, and paedophilia, or blacks, or immigration as an issue for non-jews. This film predates the 'Holocaust' fraud, and also has no need to mention Stalin, the faked nukes to keep democrats from invading eastern Europe. There is no serious comment on the First World War, or of course Jewish frauds and money.
| Review of Film/DVD The Intruder b/w 1962
Interestingly shows Jewish penetration of the USA just before JFK's murder. Review November 18, 2011
Very interesting propaganda film with William Shatner. Made just before the Kennedy assassination, so that the Jew or crypto-Jew Vice-President LBJ could be made President.—part of the Jewish push against the USA. Note the way whites are all trash: the filmmaker didn't bother, or was too stupid, to be consistent—e.g. with the loudmouth salesman and his nympho wife. All the blacks shown as completely decent. NAACP explicitly mentioned, as is—several times—the 'Patrick Henry Society', and there's a lot of triumphalist emphasis on legality—"it's the law".
Note that Jewish roles in mass murder in 'Communist' USSR, slavery, rented property, secret groups and infiltration etc are completely missed out. Similar attitude and idea to Griffin's fake book 'Black Like Me'.
Thanks for making this available.
Films made by the US industry of similar genre include 1962 To Kill a Mockingbird, and a clutch in 1967 Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, 1967 In the Heat of the Night, 1967 To Sir With Love. 1972 Superfly shows a change in propaganda direction.
|Review by 'Rerevisionist' of Film 18 May 2015 Lord of the Rings
J R R Tolkien was born in 1892; just right for the 'Great War', in which (my notes say) three friends from Birmingham Grammar School died in the trenches. They agreed on some personal aesthetic, not very clearly defined, which perhaps Tolkien felt obliged to carry on. Tolkien became a Professor of Anglo-Saxon; I haven't bothered with detail, but he was by 1924. He called himself 'Ronald', wrote with an 'italic' pen in archaic style, and explored other languages, such as Finnish. The Hobbit was first published in 1937, with his own hand-drawn maps and runes. It attracted quite a wide readership, including people one would not expect to like such a story. The Lord of the Rings was published from 1954-1955 in three volumes, The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers and The Return of the King, when he was Merton professor of English at Oxford. He was over 60; it's claimed he wondered if he'd find any readers. Many supposedly-educated persons in that pipe-smoking era were influenced by Greek and Latin classics; Tolkien's mental furniture was rather different, and its flavour of ancient rurality and antiquarian lore affected many people, musing over such things as the Anglo-Saxon meaning of 'Arkenstone', the possibilities that Merry was Merovingian and Pippin Pepin, the Welshness of place-names, the Victorian interest in the Morte DArthur, whether such documents as the 'Red Book of Westmarch' existed, and where 'Middle Earth' might be.
Tolkien's influence must surely be responsible for the crude US 'fantasy' genre, with dragons, unusual linguistic structures (in English), and exotic-sounding names and places. Even fairly recent history had places which no longer seem to exist: Transylvania, Schleswig-Holstein, Wessex; and fantastic titles: Kings, Prince-Regents, Empresses Regnant; lost occupations: cooper, thatcher, wheelwright; and strange prophecies, predictions and beliefs, such as the 'Angel of Mons'.
Tolkien's publisher was Allen & Unwin, the same as Bertrand Russell's. There were various takeovers, including a group $1 billion in debt. His books sold posthumously (after 1973) in huge numbers, and the final reckoning must have been expanded by the films. I wonder if there was much wrangling over the rights.
All this is entirely unfilmable without computer-generated graphics, with Peter Jackson and his large studios and fellow-workers in New Zealand as the facilitators. There are glaring sillinesses—the principal ring only being destructible in 'the 'Crack of Doom', and Saruman only having a single assistant, and the long perilous journey when the eagles could presumably have flown with the ring and delivered it more expeditiously. A more overarching problem is the chronology: as with a fairy-tale, everything works out just at the right time: Treebeard's waited before noticing trees once his friends had been cut down; the Dwarves' Hall converted into a tomb, apparently a century or two earlier, and yet expected to be occupied; Aragorn inspecting a broken sword a few thousand years old, and yet being part of a continuous bloodline—the tale's components are left around, like props waiting to be picked up. Much of the film follows the book, though I think ringwraiths in the book are afraid to travel except at night. There are anachronisms—tobacco, potatoes.
The main failure in my view was the omission of what must have been part of Tolkien's emotional message, namely the effects of the wars in Mordor and Helm's Deep and wherever. Volume 3 of Tolkien's trilogy has 'the scouring of the shires', in which the malign influence of Saruman is fought against: morals have decayed, a strange wizard moves about corrupting people and their lives, frauds and trickery multiply. Bilbo's hobbit-hole effects are being auctioned: in just such a way Tolkien, returning from France and from the war he never understood, must have mourned his lost friends, and been shocked at life continuing in its rather sordid indifference. The film has none of this: just a sentimentalised last journey, a painfully slow ending, resembling in fact the conventionalised 'we will remember them' lie, and resembling what must have been the experience of many 'veterans'. It's why I give the film only an unreasonable 4 stars. It seems appropriate that Jackson's subsequent work includes the unimportant impossibly large monkey in New York, and the Belgian cartoonist's Tintin, animated with Steven Spielberg, the Jewish fantasist and liar. Modern techniques could film (e.g.) the Jewish takeover of Russia: murder scenes, famine scenes, war scenes, worldwide skulduggery. But this is not for our time and would need determination on a scale I cannot believe Jackson has.
(But at least it provided a title for my 'nuclear' video, Lords of the Nukes/).
New Multi-Part Movie
The Hobbit (part 1 2012)
I don't much like the cinema: I'd recently seen a DVD—Jewish American, something about a heist, charmless Jewish actors trying their short sharp voices, on a plot pretending Jewish fraudsters put their money into gold cars—which couldn't work, would be noted and don't have the liquidity that all financial crooks need.
It's a relief to turn from this shit to something with at least some cultural pretension. I don't like the insulated-from-reality feel of cinemas, and it pleased me to see the drop in adverts; nothing except products for visual fantasists—cameras, laptops, electronic games, advertised as though they were the real world. Not much else except padding and a mostly-empty cinema.
Ten years or so after Lord of the Rings, we have Peter Jackson again (and other directors), plus actors (and many of the original cast). Jackson was remarkably implausible as a director and/or producer—fat, bearded and waddly with sandals. But he filmed something unfilmable. All credit for that. I wondered if, ten years later, the actors would be able to look prequel-ish: Gandalf looked much the same, Ian Holm if anything looked younger thanks to careful lighting, though Frodo and Galadriel looked older than they should have. I thought Christopher Lee seemed slightly gaga and remained seated through his speeches. However ... what's The Hobbit like?
The film is long; I haven't read the book for years, or, indeed, decades. Let me get out of the way a few anachronisms. Just as potatoes in Lord of the Rings were not credible for something pre-16th century, I was pained to see matches at the start of The Hobbit. I'm sure tree and geology experts would frown at the plant and landscapes of The Hobbit. But let's forget such things.
Let's look at some of the scenes. There's Gandalf's semantic discussion of "Good morning!" just as in the book. The dwarves turning up uninvited, eating poor Bilbo's food, causing chaos, singing rather prolonged songs, but revealing themselves as good guests who even do the washing up, is all in the book. (Bilbo's hobbit hole seems to have sprouted a café and pantry extension). So is the collapsible Orc cave with strange bits and pieces (and treasure—would they really leave it there?). The orcs in the clearing have cockney accents exactly as per the book. There's an evolutionary problem; if creatures exposed to sunlight are immediately lapidated, is it likely they'd live to a mature age? But this is Tolkien's invention, not Jackson's. The riddle scene with Gollum is quite well done, and similar to the book's, except for the impossible ambient lighting. And we have 'out of the frying pan into the fire' with a baddie pale orc, wargs, burning trees, and eagles, the latter more feathery than in Lord of the Rings, a tribute to ten years' improvement in computer graphics.
Between the action, since it seems logically impossible to have 100% action, we have the quiet bridging scenes. Typically: a crowd emerges from a mountain, and they look at the landscape; they never seem to know where they are, or even what they see is called: the town of the elves? Erebus, the lonely mountain? But to be fair, this is in Tolkien, and is related to the unlikely scene-setting in which the comfortable Shire suddenly seems dangerous, even though the neighbouring zones have been there for centuries. A variation on bridging scenes is emotional reconciliation, or just conciliation: looking to see if somebody's missing; or somebody saying he knows now that (say) Bilbo is a terrific fellow.
Let's get a few other odd conventions out of the way: the swords never seem to have any blood on them. The dwarves have plaits, elaborate coiffures, and facial hair with small intertwinings—decorative, but on the face of it inconsistent with mining traditions and the Scottish and Irish tough vocal presentations.
I found some of the scenes new; at least I don't remember them at all. Radagast 'the brown' is a wizard living alone his cartoon-shack-style tree-house, doing things like eating mushrooms and trying to resuscitate an ill hedgehog. He travels in a rabbit-powered superfast sledge; was that really in the book? I thought the actor was Michael Palin, but realised he's an ex-'Doctor Who' actor able to cross his eyes. Another scene I didn't remember was a battle of storm giants—I'd guess a science-free explanation for thunderstorms given to Tolkien when young and credulous. Good CGI, though the survival chances of people on mountains while huge rocks the size of houses are chucked around would seem a bit low. In particular, I don't remember that the motivation for the entire trip to remove or kill Smaug, the dragon, was not to grab his bullion—which looked considerably more than could ever have been held at Fort Knox—but to reclaim the subterranean world of the Dwarves from the goblins.
Since this is planned as a three-parter, it's necessary to hint at events in the future. An abandoned stony hilltop fortress, ending with "-Dur" I think, seems to have been reinhabited, by 'the necromancer', suggesting that baddies are gathering. Smaug's eye makes an appearance at the very end. The Durin's Day keyhole subplot can only be there to make sure that opening the Lonely Mountain's secret door would be a cliffhanger. ... Speaking of which, cliffhangers may be overdone in this film; with (for example) several dwarves hanging on by fingertips to each other, and onto Gandalf's stick, as their tree topples over a huge drop.
I found this film quite painful to watch in one sense; just as you think of the eyesight of someone carving elaborate woodwork detail in a huge room, I couldn't help thinking Breughel would have spent months just painting one single frame. Every single scene must have been storyboarded, every significant character and creature designed... just think of the sheer effort...!!!
The 3D effect is tricky to deal with: in life, nobody feels the need to ensure objects are close enough to exaggerate the effect. And photographic 3D tends to look flat, like pop-up theatrical flats. And background out-of-focus detail looks wrong—it doesn't happen in life. And the computer-generated stuff is not very convincing—birds, the Atlas moth emissary to the eagles, flames, even embers in smoke and raindrops, present their own difficulties. For some reason the titles and endtitles are lettered in a way identical to Lord of the Rings, though occasional subtitles are fairly close-up. Both eyes have polarising plastic with seemingly-identical effects of reflections; in fact they use what's called circularly polarised light. There seems to be no crossover between eyes.
Anyway ... if you like this sort of thing, you'll probably like the film. If you don't, you probably won't.
Malory's Morte DArthur might provide a follow-up; or perhaps the genuine de Vere plays, one every six months. Or The Decameron again ...
 Tolkien's strength was in narrative description. There's little analysis; his stories resemble sagas - when he was young, William Morris's saga-like poems, and the Morte DArthur (first ever printed book in English, I believe), were influential. Bertrand Russell was almost christened 'Galahad'. Tolkien's anonymous chronicles the 'Red Book of Westmarch' illustrate his style of historical story-telling.
DVD: Last Orders (2002)
Indirectly reveals the powerlessness of actors, 20 Nov 2011
Curiously fantastical film. The east end of London has been transformed by immigration. This film is deliberately phoney; virtually all the characters are shown as white—honest cockney caricatures, spending much of their time in almost-empty pubs joking about whose round it is. The Lancashire actor is the exception, and is duly given hardly any lines. There are wartime scenes with a young actor pretending to be Caine, and scene of hop-picking in Kent. The scenery is minimal—it's quite an appropriate match, really, the cut-down scene-setting with the cut-down perspective of the film. There's a wartime scene celebrating our plucky country helping Stalin with his mass-murders. Curious obsolete trash which indirectly reveals how powerless actors are to select their material.
| Review of DVD—Pop Mickey Jones (Drummer): Bob Dylan—World Tour 1966: The Home Movies
Worth watching to de-romanticise yourself, December 7, 2011
Many people of a certain age-group believe that pop music provided a fantastic, wealthy, out-of-this world, exciting experience. This video is basically an interview of a bearded drummer who played with Dylan, and apparently was specially requested by Dylan. He's shown sitting beside some sort of video edit suite, occasionally doing voiceover commentary. He seems a regular guy but also seems, like many people of course, to have learned nothing much through life. There's no musicology here, and no analysis of what impressed people about Dylan's lyrics. There's virtually nothing about hotel-room discussions they must have had, or even details like what the roadies got up to hauling equipment round. It's a sort of vacation home movie, with the emphasis on things which tourists see, rather than anything deep or subtle. If you have a lurking corner of your persona where you play air guitar or imagine being in front of a huge crowd, this DVD might be a valuable de-romanticiser.
9/11 hoax maintenance
DVD: Remember Me (2010)
Rubbish probably intended as part of 9/11 lies, 9 Jun 2012
Probably just a part of the large scale lies to fix the 9/11 fake in the minds of the gullible. Dull rubbish with assorted cast of people wanting to be in films. Crap dialogue, silly acting, a bit of sex for the proles, a bit of this, a bit of that, shallow emotions in effect saying gee, maybe love exists etc. Callously lightweight. Avoid it.
Colin Firth A Single Man
Review 17 June 2015
Low-Budget Film with Multiple Jewish Frauds
Colin Firth as something like a British Tom Hanks. Curious Zombie Film.
I counted four Jewish propaganda points here:
 Of course, the promotion of homosexuality. It's amusing to see the risks of anal sex ignored. In somewhat the way that sex in unrealistically inserted by Jews into films in pre-contraception times. Many people still haven't worked out the reasons for Jews presenting homosexuals as sympathetic figure: all the homosexuals in Jewish film and TV are presented entirely uncritically, since say 1960, and here is the nth plus one such film. Colin Firth is shown as a responsible and shrewd male, so far as is possible for someone emotionally deficient, and whose ideas are limited to 'literature'.
 More subtly, the promotion, in the job sense, of people with correct views. Firth is shown as a professor of 'English'—'English' in the BBC sense. "... They don't communicate in a logical manner, rather they are into the arts, but the arts are the transmission medium for the ideology. ..." This film may be based on Christopher Isherwood, either a novel or life; he was certainly an ideal type for such a job, moving the the USA for more money. Firth isn't quite the right actor for realism, as Isherwood had more than a touch of the Francis Bacon facies about him.
 The inclusion of Jewish historical fakes: in this case we have, conveniently situated in 1946, the end of the Second World War as portrayed by Jews, and shown here in west coast America. Probably this includes 'Nazis', Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima, heroic Americans, and all the rest. Omitting the USSR's atrocities, US debt, murder of Kennedy, war crimes in Vietnam ... The events are given, like a primitive chronicle, with no historical interpretation at all, giving a dead feel—nobody discusses the issues, since in the world of Jews there is no debate.
 I was amused to see the 'Cuba crisis' inserted with no questions. The 'Cuba missile crisis' is another Jew fake.
The dialogue is far below what might be expected at university level. It's pitched low, either to appeal to the likely audience, or to reflect the realities of the US education system. So we have WW2 entirely justified; academic teaching as uncritical syllabus-following and high pay; a young person scene-set in the Jewish film way as claiming to have many ideas, while clearly having none. In the same way that prostitution is often presented favourably, and not for example as white women trapped by Jews in Tel Aviv, so presumably Firth is deemed better than some ugly pervert obsessed with whipping or anuses.
It's low budget, with few extras, and what look like cheap outdoor sets somewhere in southwest USA.
Hanks leads in the world of phony actors, I think: AIDS, NASA, WW2, and other deliberate misrepresentations. Firth has his ridiculous film of a very unfortunate British monarch; another as a 'human rights' barrister, making money from some unfortunates, but not others; another as menacing a Japanese soldier (whose family had probably been burned out of house and home, if they were lucky).. There must be money in this sort of thing, presumably.
Interesting to speculate on future formulaic material in this genre. How about a secret child sex addict, driven to embezzle money by a heartless world, combined perhaps with war scenes in Iraq and a touching story of a 'Holocaust' fraudster?
Guest Review, by Ffion Dougherty, of Denial 2016 film/ DVD Review 3rd November 2016
Screenwriters Max Borenstein, Russ Krasnoff, Jeff Skoll, BBC Films' Joe Oppenheimer, and Bleecker Street's Andrew Karpen.
Syrupy & Misleading Melodrama: A Non-Conformist Historian Is Filtered Through A Hollywood Lens
The message of Denial is simple...a flogging awaits any academic,historian or writer who has the temerity to question. Deconstructing customary models of reality and then challenging them (venturing into taboo lands) can be a very bad idea.
This is a pathos laden,syrupy melodramatic Hollywood film. The film's portrayal of the historian David Irving is highly distorted,he is depicted as a pompous, ranting & raving buffoon with a speech impediment. Exaggeration and crude simplification is employed in order to ignore the real nuances. Obviously Timothy Spall was under pressure to characterise Irving as a baddie but the spluttering caricature he offers up is of someone who barely resembles a functioning human being. Usually an actor becomes very sympathetic to their character during their research and preparation & that is what enables them to bring the character to life. Sadly with this role Spall is overly anxious to let the audience know 'I do not care for this stigmatised person' and because of this psychological need to distance himself from Irving, his acting is bad, it is uncharacteristically one dimensional.
Viewers need to bear in mind that this was a libel trial and it was not a test of historical truth as the movie is claiming. Irving,a famous best selling author, started having problems getting book contracts after the academic Deborah Lipstadt wrote about him giving him the Orwellian label of '"denier". He began to be blacklisted and his income was suffering and his response was to seek some justice. Deborah Lipstadt had at her disposal a multi million dollar team of lawyers paid for by Steven Spielberg and his foundation,so this was not a 'fair fight'...from the outset there was never a realistic chance of lone litigant David Irving succeeding with his legal action.
There are two main objectives in Hollywood...to make $$ and to influence/mould the opinions of the viewing audience to the film makers preferred worldview. The corporations that run Hollywood do not want the world shown as it really is but how they (the controllers) want it to be seen. Hollywood films like this one are mind-numbingly boring and generic; all the plots are standard set pieces. The question we should be asking ourselves is: why do people still bother paying to see Hollywood films when the vast majority of them are predictable propaganda. The movie relies on strawman fallacy. Strawman or stickman is the term used when someone constructs a more easily defeated version of his opponent's position to attack, rather than addressing his real arguments. The fallacy itself is comparable to defeating a dummy version, then claiming you have defeated an actual opponent.
Hollywood is basically an outlet for the shadow government priming the public on a subconscious level in order to slowly engineer society. They also seek to reinforce the negative connotations associated with the term "conspiracy theorist", which is a term created by the government after Kennedy died in order to make anyone who questions the official narrative feel like a social outcast - reluctant and scared to speak out due to the fear of being publicly vilified like this man was. Zionist ideology predominates US popular culture. It was initiated to safeguard the sovereignty of Israel and to protect the interest of Jews. The accepted narrative currently holds social dominance because of our compulsive conformity. Irving offered up a different interpretation,a different frame of reference,an organisation of meaning that Zionists would prefer we ignored.
Irving is thoroughly demonised and the Zionist Deborah Lipstadt is portrayed as a heroine. This film is based on what is known as an 'overcoming the monster' theme - this is a common & predictable archetypal theme in storytelling.
(1) Heroine becomes aware of a monster (Irving is depicted as evil personified—an irrational beast)
(2) The ordeal begins (legal action initiated)
(3) She prepares to fight the monster (legal team assembled)
(4) Heroine and her trusty helpers become frustrated and scared of the monsters power (Irving is coherent in court)
(5) Monster is defeated and the treasure is won (Irving loses his case)
Please don't believe the Hollywood hype. David Irving is a politically incorrect, non-conformist who has refused to mimic the orthodoxy. Due to his uncompromising stance he has suffered several painful and costly attacks. There is nothing evil or sinister about him. That ridiculous scene where he is rabble raising a bunch of 'neo-nazis' in the style of Oswald Mosley, was not true to life at all, it was a gross misrepresentation of reality. After watching this film, buy his books, upload his lectures and make the effort to properly understand the complexities of this issue.
Notes by Rerevisionist: This film is obviously part of the Jewish big lie process, in the same mould as Judgment at Nuremberg, The Eichmann trial, Sophie's Choice, Schindler's List, and many others, mostly intended for naïve Americans. My detailed account, written at the time, between attendances at the trial of Lipstadt by Irving, is
David Irving's site is www.fpp.co.uk. click the 'Action report online' button and if necessary search for 'Denial' (or 'Dental', possibly a little joke about Evans's overshot jaw).
Michael A Hoffman II has an abbreviated free version of his review of Denial online, including:– ... While the film's production values are high and the cast is A list, the director is no Spielberg and consequently the movie backfires. "Denial" gives new impetus to World War II revisionism, which heretofore was assumed by the public to be a coterie of drooling cranks and crackpots. Even in a movie that detests Mr. Irving, he nonetheless comes off as a formidable advocate. Thank you, Hollywood! ... Which is an melioristic opinion though it's hard to see how a 'snooze-inducing' film with tiny audiences can spark much of anything, or how a backfiring director can be 'A list'.
Review by Rerevisionist of Colin Firth - The King's Speech by Rerevisionist 17 June 2016
2010 film. Part of the intermittent Jewish promotion of the Second World War
This is, or is supposed to be, based on a book by Mark Logue, son I think of Geoffrey Rush, a home-taught speech therapist who learnt his trade trying to cure the shell-shocked Australians lucky enough to return from the 'Great War'. Edward VIII's short reign terminated on his abdication. The earliest formal biography of Edward VIII (Frances Donaldson's, published in 1974), gives some details, though not much of importance: she does convey the pomposity of the handlers and their careful control of incomes of the so-called 'royalty'. Edward VIII was certainly far more interesting than his brother, and was clearly forced out because he disliked poverty in Britain, disliked war, and liked Hitler, in some combination. The papers as far as I know are still secret. This film was clearly propagandist: like other Jewish baubles it was 'award-winning' in the more-or-less anonymous sense. It's amusing, and painful, to see actors recycled after lifetimes of work: Jacobi as the Archbishop of Canterbury, Cosmo Lang I think. Anthony Andrews in there somewhere. The Ehle woman from Jane Austen. Bonham-Carter from the Harry Potter mines, with the actors specified by Rowling as English. Well, maybe not English exactly.
'Hollywood' films have a vein of pseudo-medical bullshit, as might be expected from people who think Freud is of value. Rainman illustrates part of this; come to think of it, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, all that time ago, does. And so do occasional films on 'geniuses'. Suffice it to say the exercises and activities are selected for entertainment value; one can imagine the producer trying to liven the thing up. There are still people alive who can remember the BBC radio broadcast of the speech. It seems to have been painfully embarrassing. The film is accurate in showing the new King relying on speechwriters. In fact, the speech was written before Poland provided an excuse: professional speechwriters seem a bit on the slow side. At the time, there was a so-called 'National Government', so nothing as silly as voting took place. The online digital versions of the recordings clearly show missing bits: Stammers? Hesitations? Who knows. The declaration of war speech was about three years after his accession to the throne.
One of the recycled actors is Timothy Spall, a short chap, not good looking, who plays Churchill in The King's Speech. The material relating to his bribery and corruption is not mentioned—surprise! Incredibly, I've read Spall has been drawn to act as David Irving in 'Denial', scheduled for 2016, and also scheduled for Jewish awards to try to get the punters in. The actress playing Deborah Lipstadt is also not an accurate visual match. Irving's website says: Facts warning: "Dental" was rewritten for the screen by screenwriter Max Borenstein, Russ Krasnoff, Jeff Skoll, BBC Films' Joe Oppenheimer, and Bleecker Street's Andrew Karpen. ('Dental' is Irving's little joke, though I'm not sure I understand the message). Do yourself a favour: don't watch these films—donate the cost of tickets, junk food, and travel to Irving.
Anyway, the new monarch, renamed George VI, was constructed, and the name GEORGIVS VI decorated the heads of British coins for many years. He fathered Elizabeth; I wonder if he stammered during the process. And her sister, Margaret. There was also a female child who was 'defective', who eventually died and was buried in a pauper's grave. Or something similar—there are people who spend time on this sort of thing. Seventy-five or so years later feeling for the monarchy seems almost non-existent. And to modify an Internet comment: one would never believe that London is now majority non-White. During televised royal celebrations, most onlookers of the passing royal entourage tend to be White. British Jews haven't drawn attention to this "lack of diversity" during royal events!
Out of curiosity, I checked the 'UK Film Council', funded by the National Lottery. There's no longer a live website link. Instead, there's a 'University of the Creative Arts', carrying on the same sort of work. Oh, joy.
Review by Rerevisionist of The Lady in the Van by Rerevisionist 28 July 2016
2015 film based on an Alan Bennett short story. Claims to be 'Mostly True'
Maggie Smith (aged about 80), with Alex Jennings, who looks and sounds and perhaps is very like Bennett in his younger years. And the actor who looks like Kingsley Amis. Curiously anti-British thing, rather saddening. It's yet another Jewish training piece (supplemented financially by the BBC's guaranteed income). It's anti-Catholic; observers of this sort of thing will notice the various signs. We're spared priests with erections, but there's (for example) an unused segment with Miss Shepherd preparing her election manifesto with a Roman Catholic theme. No chance of a Jewish loony screaming about ruling the world with holohoax fiction. Most of the action is in and around what is stated to be Bennett's corner house in London, made of characteristic dark umber variegated brickwork. We see Bennett's double, in 1971, shown the house by a cheery estate agent. He's a playwright, with something on somewhere in London. The scene must have been prepared—no cars, please; then a few contemporary, if suspiciously old, vehicles. And an old fire surround being chucked out, I suppose to suggest gentrification. Maggie Smith's character is entirely unconvincing; it's unlikely such a trampish woman existed, let alone could operate an unroadworthy vehicle, and be allowed to park in residential London; but it's possible someone vaguely similar occupied Bennett's driveway. For some reason, nobody mentioned Beyond the Fringe, with Bennett as the token non-Jew—I'm told Dudley Moore thought he was a Jew, as did Jonathan Miller—unless I missed it, despite the fact it was Bennett's supreme achievement to date. Jennings, I'd guess supported by green screen technology, appears twice in many scenes. In contrast to the pillorying of Catholicism, a previous and obsolete incursion of Jews, we have support for homosexuality, Bennett shown with a man who acted someone even more dull than Bennett. The film is bookended by a video piece designed to look like a black-and-white film (with digital quality sound, I think, and colours not quite faded out). This was Miss Shepherd as a concert pianist, between the wars. The main Jewish interests are absent from the film: money-making wars, promotion of the 'extermination' myth, money from the Fed, invasion of north London, and invasions by nonwhites, which began a generation of quick breeders before, with no democratic consultation.
I found it rather sad that Smith's only credits for the Spanish Civil War themed propagandist Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (similar Celts and Jews idea in Dancing at Lugnasa) and something called California Suite. Here's my review of Alan Bennett: Untold Stories, which has similar themes to The Lady in the Van: lower-class horrid people examined, but not very carefully, and media people with money, unexamined. The same team filmed The History Boys, which seems to be a 'retro' look by a pederast at boys wanting to go to Oxbridge. Agonisingly, Bennett has not the slightest interest in decoding media lies, decoding secrecy, and observing the influences of propaganda, which have had and are having vast effects on the world. History as career props from a small room of unimportant objects, not serious history. History as a series of Christmas cracker (or 'Hanukah') mottoes. The cluster of messages from Bennett—complete ignorance of genocidal wars organised by Jews, the use of social welfare schemes against whites, the wielding of propaganda and legal money powers, ignorance of Count Coudenhove-Kalergi—suggest that the true figure in a van, paper-shuffling, cloacally troubled, myopic, small-minded, self-obsessed, is Bennett himself.
| Review of Nuclear frauds DVD: Atomic Testing (3pc)
Good value for studying supposed tests and related social films, June 26, 2010
These three DVDs, with interactive menus, total about thirteen hours. The images appear to be 720 x 480 mpgs, which is good quality (from old movie film). Technically they seem as good or better other DVDs of this type. There's no leaflet inside—these seem not to be produced now.
In addition to tests, there are civil defense films of the 'duck behind a tree' type though the information on e.g. fallout varies a bit as they tried to decide on the official story; supposed information films; a couple of full-length black and white films; and lots more including film of B-61 bombs being made.
NB—worth noting that some Hiroshima and Nagasaki footage is included on newsreel videos, typically presenting the official story of WW2, and aren't necessarily included with test films and public warnings,
As a result of watching 'Nuke Lies', a Youtube video, I decided to research this material, and I'd say these three are the best value—though for some reason none seem to include much H bomb footage. So if you'd like to go frame by frame through test film, these are as a good as any, though I'd avoid the full price. There are two other products on Amazon which I recommend avoiding because of their poor value. But remember, H Bombs aren't included.
They've been 'sanitized' which may mean that, like NASA, they're removing embarrassing mistakes.
Jewish interest DVD—History of Nuclear Weapons—The Ultimate Weapons (2-DVD Set) 
1 out of 5 stars—Only six b/w movies and nothing on H Bombs, 15 Jan 2010
The two DVDs only have three black and white films each, which are obtainable elsewhere anyway. (Bonica film, Bikini, 'Operation Cue', a casualty management thing which is of not much relevance, etc). There is nothing at all on H-bombs or the politics! It's not 'ultimate' in any way. And note it's not a 'history', unless you count half a dozen old films with no background information at all as 'history'. Also the insert seems to be laser printed then cut out with scissors; the colour cover design is entirely misleading—there's nothing in the old films like it; even the box was defective with mine. Try elsewhere. And dated 2004, not 2007.
|Review of Jewish Film
Bruce Willis: Die Hard (with a Vengeance)
Includes Federal Reserve References, Jan 10, 2014
The film includes the Federal Reserve, shown as 'holding more gold than Fort Knox', possibly as a double joke: Fort Knox probably having been plundered, and the Fed having nothing. There's an amusing scene showing gold bars being shovelled up; they sound like gold-painted bricks—another joke? Jeremy Irons does his best to insult Germans as a horrid blond Nazi with dim associates. I'd guess a subliminal message is to pretend the dollar has solid backing.
|Review of a Jewish film—Deliberate Deception About Jews in Hollywood The Big Short
Film Review by Andrea Ostrov Letania Copied here with permission. Reuploaded 26 April 2016
Have you guys seen THE BIG SHORT? Totally bogus movie.
The biggest Jew-Wash movie since SOCIAL NETWORK. Everyone heard something of the financial disaster of 2008. So, who were behind it? This movie pretends to name names and reveal who's who, but the overriding agenda is to hide the Jewish faces. The Jewish identity of those involved in the fraud are never mentioned, BUT we are explicitly made aware that one of the truth-hunters is JEWISH. You see, Jews have faces when they have conscience but are faceless when robbing the world blind. So, we see Mr. Jewish Conscience tackle with all these fraudsters. The face of Goldman Sachs is some Asian-Indian guy. Morgan Stanley is represented by a black woman. The face of CDO fraud is some grinning yellow Chinese guy.
Meanwhile, we see the Mr. Jewish Conscience feel outraged by all the dirty tricks pulled by banks and investors. Of course, the only reason he's hunting for the 'truth' is he wants to cash in big by betting on the right horse. But you see, this Jewish guy is all about conscience, so at the very end, when he decides to cash in on his loot, we see him filled with so much angst and doubt. Oh boo hoo hoo, because Jews care oh so very much of course and don't want to profit off the misery of others.
And we get the usual tripe about how the nation blames 'poor people' and 'immigrants' when times go bad. Okay, how about instead of blaming the poor and the immigrant community, we blamed the urban liberal community made up largely of rich Jews in places like NY and Harvard?
Let's attack the most powerful and most privileged people in America. Would that be better? But then, this is the very movie that obfuscated Jewish role in the financial disaster by using Asian-Indian, black woman, East Asian, and lower-end white peddlers of home loans for the disaster. Foul ugly movie. It should be called Big Snort. Cocaine for those who would be duped by Jews and their gentile cucks who worked on this trash.
|Deliberate Deception About Second World War Tarantino -- Inglorious Basterds
Film Review by Andrea Ostrov Letania Copied here with permission. Reuploaded 26 April 2016
VERY LONG REVIEW WARNING!
So, what's the big deal about this movie? It's lavishly and handsomely produced but that can be said about any big-budget Hollywood movie. It has action and violence aplenty, jokes and gore galore, and movie references for those in the know. But why do we need 2 ½ hrs of glitzy trash when 90 minutes would have more than sufficed. (The saving grace of the movie's length is there won't be IB part II like there was Kill Bill pt 2.) Would this have garnered much attention if it was about WWI or any other war in which Jews didn't play a significant part? Probably not. INGLORIOUS BASTERDS has been praised in some corners as a Jewish Revenge Fantasy or even Jewish Porn, but I wonder if this is just a delusional fantasy of our corrupt elites and idiot masses. If kids weaned on videogames, pop music, comic books, and blockbuster movies think Tarantino is the greatest thing since sliced bread, that's understandable even if depressing. But just how does the 'cinephile' community that professes respect and admiration for great masters of cinema convince itself that Tarantino is a film artist to rank with the best? To be fair, there have been plenty of detractors, at least since PULP FICTION, the godawful that made his fortune as a filmmaker to be rushed into the cinematic hall of fame.
Review of Dennis Wise Adolf Hitler: The Greatest Story NEVER told Video formats, Youtubes, DVDs
Collected Hitler Material Almost Ideal for Second World War Presentation to People Naive About Propaganda. (However, it is only a half-way stage to fully intensive revisionism). This review July 8, 2014
Dennis Wise started his work on Adolf Hitler (I'm pretty sure; some of these statements may not be precisely correct) in 2012. At that time, Youtube had a 15-minute limit on videos, at least for most uploaders. Wise's videos, issued under the nickname TruthWillOut, seem not to have been numbered at the start. Wise added to them, completing his series in 2013. At least, that seems to have been his plan: since then further segments or episodes have been added: Part 25 is post-German defeat reminiscences (Patton, several Germans) plus a survey contrasting war (and peacetime) criminals Stalin, FDR, Churchill and Truman with Hitler. Part 26 is 'Sources', or 'Credits and Thanks': these are in three parts: books, youtubes, and websites. These are not very professionally recorded: books are listed alphabetically, by title, without publication dates, and not in the usual author name sequence. Youtubes (in any case difficult to identify, as the titles can easily be changed or imitated, and the accounts can change or vanish) are listed alphabetically by first names; and websites are in alphabetical order, some recommended rather than relevant to the videos. There is no list of influential suppressed authors (Henry Beamish, Ezra Pound, Archibald Ramsey, Paul Hogan, F T P Veale...).
When I watched a download (online viewing isn't recommended by me, unless your broadband is very reliable—the full 'Hitler: The greatest story Never told' is nearly six hours) I was amazed to find that none of the material was independently filmed; it seems to have all been taken from downloads. The version I watched is 640 by 360 pixels, not high resolution and in fact not good enough to make easy reading of the scrolling text (white serif text on black; some titles in red) which presumably was written by Wise, who avoided voiceovers. The result is a mixture of old black and white film, with some colour film from the time, and 'faction' style filmed reconstructions, so that occasional well-known actors appear playing Hitler. I think I recognised Jeremy Irons' voiceover in several places. There are cinema newsreel sequences. And extracts from much later TV documentaries, in colour. All the subtitles are in English; if there are subtleties in translating from German, they are lost. I'm told for example that 'Blitzkrieg' was not a German word, but was invented by British propagandists.
The soundtrack is for my taste obtrusive: Wise has modelled his video on traditional documentaries, which of course have unsourced film, commentaries intended to be authoritative despite being read by actors, music tracks, and almost no signposting apart from occasional names in subtitles. But traditional documentaries are generally part of the Jewish lie factory, and unconcerned with truth. Maybe Wise made a mistake in not rethinking. His soundtrack has a 'Lord of the Rings' feel; there are some repetitions, Saga's 'Slaget ved Stalingrad', some tracks from Globus's 'Epicon'. I don't remember any Wagner or songs by Sleipnir.
It has to be said the spelling and style of the on-screen titles and scrolling text is a bit erratic. 'The greatest story Never told', 'upmost' for utmost, civillian, decsions, both Pearl Harbour and Pearl Harbor illustrate the sort of thing. Wise talks about 'Earnst Zundell' on his Youtube site; spelling is obviously not his strong suit. His sentences sometimes get a bit lost: 'Under National Socialism, Germany in only a few short years had dragged themselves from financial ruin and social degradation, to lead Europe in science, technology, art and literature will now be surrounded.' However the most recent 'remastered' version may have cured all this.
I was fascinated by the copyright infringement possibilities, and not surprised to find his videos had been taken down by Youtube, though Wise doesn't seem to state anywhere what his attitude is to infringement. Many of the clips are old; there are issues with 'fair dealing'; the proportion of six hours taken up by any one clip isn't very high. My impression is that his website http://thegreateststorynevertold.tv (also www.tgsnt.tv) has a pay area for club members; from there people pay to download, on condition they do not resell or otherwise use the material for profit. The DVDs on sale are mp4 format, zipped, and therefore don't play like normal DVDs. Copyright is claimed by Dennis Wise.
NB Amazon hosts large numbers of media things entitled 'The Greatest Story Never Told', but Dennis Wise's videos aren't on Amazon anywhere that I could find, perhaps because they can't be sold without copyright complications.
Here's a sample (in no particular order) of topics, each usually in one episode:-
• Mussolini's rescue by Otto Skorzeny
• Eisenhower: death camps for Germans after WW2, only recently publicised
• Battle of the Bulge
• Katyn massacre of Polish officers, and the slow process of revealing truth
• Ukraine and the 'Holodomor'
• Stalin's extermination of Uighurs etc; the vast area of the steppes, Siberia, and Muslim territories included large numbers of tribes dating back to prehistoric times. Dennis Wise hints at the death rates.
• Stalingrad. I don't think the earlier name of this city is mentioned. Stalin's orders to keep all civilians in Stalingrad, and send troops to machine-gun any deserters or retreaters (or returned prisoners), are outlined
• Porn in Berlin
• Cossacks and their treatment by the British Army
• Japan and Singapore and the Japanese empire, and Pearl Harbor, are of course mentioned
• Danzig, cut of from Germany by the Versailles Treaty. And Jews in Poland committing atrocities against ethnic Germans given as the cause of Britain and France being 'at war with Germany'.
• 'The British received over two dozen peace offers [from Hitler] between 1939 and 1941'
• US policy of Mexican repatriation in the 1930s
• Germany-USSR PACT ('Nazi-Soviet Pact')
• Rommel, the 'Desert Fox' and his career
• Indianapolis, torpedoed by Japan, returning across the Pacific from the supposed Hiroshima atom bombing.
I think most people would pick up some new detail or other, even if they think they know a great deal about Hitler and the war. By the standards of full-on revisionism, I'd say this package is about 2 out of 5, where 5 is some limiting state not yet achieved. If revisionism were graded like fuel, in octane levels, in my view it's true Wise is not at the highest level. On the other hand, most people don't have Formula 1 brains, so it makes sense to pitch things at a lower comfortable level. Many people simply have no idea of the weakness of the traditional case built up in the 'west'. See my short youtube of 15 or so Britons dated mid-2014 "Have you heard the idea that the 'Holocaust' was a fraud?" for examples of unawareness. For people like this, Dennis Wise's compilation seems to be exactly right and ought to work well. The division into bite-size chunks makes sense; and the viewers will, literally, have seen a lot of it before, so it won't seem weird or fantastic. The scrolling commentary will be new and surprising to them: just one example is Hitler praised as the most popular leader ever.
There are of course missing items: the start of the 'Great War'/ 'First World War' (as opposed to the Treaty of Versailles) is missing. The Bengal Famine I think isn't there. Faurisson's four giants and three dwarfs could have been mapped more clearly: the USA and the western hemisphere, plus the British Empire, plus the interlocking French Empire, and the vast area of the USSR, against the peanut-sized Germany, and Italy, and Japan. Probable murders by Jews (Patton, Forrestal, Roosevelt, Keynes ...) and vast population movements by Jews might have been mentioned more. There isn't much on Jews funding both sides of wars, loving divide-and-rule, making money and laughing at patriots who do it for nothing. The criminal inaction of churches, refusing to expose the Talmud; detail on the BBC lie factory; the simple soldiery doing whatever they're told are understated, as of course is traditional.
A few myths have got through, for example Hiroshima as 'atom bombed', now known to have been a fraud: Wise's video uses BBC computer-generated imagery as 'evidence'. I'm suspicious of the widely-promoted idea of joy at the announcement of war, notably the 'Great War'. There were many newspaper accounts of cheering crowds and so on. But newspapers were mostly Jewish-owned. How enthusiastic were ordinary people, in fact? The apparent normality of such people as Churchill survives because of the intense censorship. One gathers his whole mentality was destructive—he delighted in planning explosions, death and destruction. It seems he often stank of his own excreta, rolled around drunk, buggered little boys when young and maybe older, planned murders where Jews supposedly benefitted; in view of his talentless schooling, one has to wonder whether his writings and speeches were in any way written by him.
More generally, there's a tendency, derived from the source material, to show things which are immediate and obvious: tanks moving, artillery shooting shells, marching men, bombed buildings, firestorms, impassible snowdrifts, and Hitler and others bellowing out oratory. But planes and bombs and tanks and weapons have to be designed and made; ships have to secretly unload huge numbers of tanks for Stalin; factories must make munitions; Jews in the USA and Europe and USSR co-operated to make war by secretly transferring money for Europeans and Americans to build factories in Russia... these things are just as important, in fact much more so, but more difficult to get onto film. Questions about what might have been are difficult to show, too. Was Normandy invaded because it was clearly going to be a slow process, to allow the 'Red' Army to get to Berlin?
And the fragmented approach makes it difficult to appreciate the apparently inexorable flow of lies: as all this was happening, Harold Wilson in Britain was already planning vast coloured immigration, Jewish control of unions, expanded low-criticism education after the war; Monnet and others were working on a Soviet-style European régime; Jews were planning ways to keep the USSR from any investigation, the fraud of the 'Holocaust' was being shaped, and the paper dollar was starting its long decline as Jews dipped into it to fund their huge range of projects: hiring collaborators and dupes, paying for Israel and destroying Palestine, publicising lies about race and slavery, using the promising new one-way medium of television, promoting legal corruption, political corruption, anti-whitism, anti-Christianity, NASA and many other fraudulent sciences, lucrative wars against almost defenceless people in Korea, Vietnam ....
Review by 'Rerevisionist' 19 May 2016 of The Wall (Vinyl LP 1979; other impressions and versions later). Film 1982
English Child's View of 'the Hitler War'
The vinyl appeared six years after 'Dark Side of the Moon' made them famous. This film was about three years later. Supposedly the music had the same four-man music line-up. In fact the list of supporting musicians and sound-makers is very long. Just as their LP benefited from technical improvements (e.g. stereo sound, electronics) and selected late insertions (Clare Torry, and the voices, notably the Abbey Road Irish doorman), so the film has what I take to be green screen or equivalents (the singing classroom has internal repeats - check the token black face) and Gerald Scarfe. There are no full computer graphics: Scarfe's cartoon animations, no doubt helped by 'in-betweening', cannot fit into normal 'realistic' films. His 'wallflower' cartoon and then 'What Shall We Do Now? (' ... Take to drink? Go to shrinks? Give up meat? Rarely sleep? Keep people as pets? ...') are the most impressive sequences by Scarfe; he may well have been responsible for the scared-face masks. Scarfe's website has a short video sequence of BBC people saying nice, but absurdly exaggerated, things about him: Scarfe turns out to be rather empty. So does this whole escapade: it's memories from early post-war Britain, and to the 1960s, as filtered by intensive propaganda. The fatherless house with lino, the cartridge box, routine death communication, school dominie, fears of 'the Bomb', the CND meeting with a pickup, are uninformed memories. They seem to me well done: "if you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!" is just right for times of rationing. The later superstar material is grafted on and doesn't really work; maybe they had no images of Geldof playing a stadium somewhere.
As with many people famous in youth, there's a lack of substance here; as with both the Beatles and Rolling Stones, and Monty Python, they had no motive to grow up and learn. The whole history and war presentation (not really even 'Second World War'; just 'war') is childish or at any rate immature. Fortunately we're spared fake atrocities; but some hint of Dunkirk might have been interesting. But the really huge atrocities are simply ignored. Queen and 'everything I had to know/ I heard it on the radio' shows a similar attitude. Of course this is so common many people don't even know the are other versions. I commented on a Youtube somewhere that Japanese soldiers had probably heard their home town and family had been burnt out in US bombing raids; how would you expect them to feel?-and getting a puzzled silence. I have to feel some sympathy with the teachers (presumably something like extras) and their time-bell synchronised march to their classrooms, past the black dadoes with red walls, echoing the marching hammers (Nazzies, geddit) of Scarfe. They were victims, like soldiers, told what to do, just as they were told it was 'Hitler's War'.
As far as I know, Pink Floyd did nothing much subsequently. Unless you count 1990, Saturday 21st July, Potsdamerplatz, Berlin, with Roger Waters and the Bleeding Heart Band. It would be nice to think they might produce a mature work. But of course they never will. Alan Parker (director) may have been selected because he did Fame a couple of years before: music, and fantasy, presented chaotically, with what he thought of as a low class London background—he was a good choice. I wonder what happened to Kevin McKeon, the 'young Pink'. And whether 'black '44' and Royal Fusiliers Company C was historically correct. Here's me on Mason on Pink Floyd.
| Review of Britons as subservient trash Richard Grant: Withnail and I
 Richard E Grant's autobiography shows his life was not entirely unlike this film, though he was luckier than Withnail—this film had the same effect LOTR had on Elijah Wood. Grant did the filmic version of dining out on it forever after.
The plot barely exists: 'resting' actor gets a part, his friend doesn't. Grant got the part presumably because of his ability to act a sort of decayed English aristocrat—actor's voice, piercing blue eyes, tall upright posture—with good manners if he wants to switch them on. His indignation on being slighted—"how DARE you!"—is made absurd by his lack of power. "I've only had a few ales!"—"Look here, my cousin's a QC!" Faced with a difficult situation, paralysing fear floods up inside him.
 The other characters are minor, and in their way reflect decline: his friend, 'I', seems to me utterly uninteresting as an actor. Richard Griffiths as the queer uncle—books, cat, stuffed settee, Schubert, token theatricals, and 'the Dane'—lives on money of unspecified source, possessor of capital with no aim in life—unless you count trying to bugger young men without checking whether they're interested. The Camberwell carrot chap reflects a part of that era—the silly business ideas, the weird UFO style ideas such as razor blades sharpened by pyramids, the drugs. The pointless rural types have lifestyles which are 'irrelevant' to everything—no wonder the word 'irrelevant' became intransitive. The absurd immigrant, black Jamaican I think, courtesy of Heathrow, makes inappropriate chants of "rama" (possibly to save money contractually). The alcoholic pub owner with no doubt fake quarter-century old second world war memories. All are at sea while the political and economic vultures circle. They have no interest in the external world. Angus Wilson's novels showed 1950s British intellectuals saying nothing much, and this was acute observation. Certainly it applies here.
 The film has a claustral feeling, of money saved by maximising interior shots. The built environment where it's shown is universally decrepit. The lincrusta in the hall below the dado rail looks absurd. A wrecking ball scene shows Victorian brick houses being demolished. The pubs are seedy; the greasy spoon is seedy; the people if possible seedier. The 'Mother Red Cap' must presumably have been genuine, though I don't recall it, its IRA graffiti the only political reference in the entire film, unless you count the junk news headlines. Compendium Books isn't shown—pity. The Penrith tea room I think is genuine, though the staff in the film could not have been. Incidentally the more or less derelict farm is Sleddale Hall, near Shap, Cumbria; apparently it's still more or less derelict.
 I noticed George Harrison's mate Richard Starkey MBE had some input, as did Steadman—the Withnail logo, no doubt. I thought the sound track was surprisingly weak given the possibilities from 1969. I couldn't help noticing there's a footstep editor, and someone called 'Shaun, the wardrobe mistress'. I know nothing about Paul Heller. The film could be regarded as a vignette showing an American or perhaps Jewish view of an England laid low.
 The caricature element is the only way the film gets its effects. Drunk driving and variations on the theme of an almost unusable car with fake tyre squeals. Inability to make food. "Young people take drugs without understanding what harm they can do"—a doctor told me, commenting on the incredible stupidity of taking dangerous stuff. Non-stop drugs, booze, and lack of food are shown as having little physical effect. Withnail downs lighter fluid at one point—in fact, it was vinegar, secretly substituted by the filmmaker for water to elicit a realistic choking performance. Could this be a deliberate propaganda effort? Fascinating to watch this film and try to disinter the motives behind it. I don't regard it as a comedy. It's not a tragedy—the characters were living at a time of world upheaval, US genocides and so on—but they are entirely self-absorbed. They're not the stuff of tragedy, any more than guinea pigs running in their wheels can be.
Jewish interest in film DVD: The World is Not Enough
1999 nuclear exit strategy Bond film—Too difficult a film for most Amazon Reviewers!—9 Sept 2012
 Almost a tick-box check list of features of 1950-2000 mass braindead entertainment for the operational type ...
* Cars exploding with vast amounts of fuel
* Product placement of buildings—London waste of money dome, Bilbao?, Thames...—so the studio shots seem to be somewhere
* A chase or two to allow suspension of thought—amphibious, skiing, powered parachute, supposedly in a nuclear submarine...
* Fights (fists usually) between a few characters. At least they don't sword fight. Enlivened with a few planned kicks, and moves designed around props
* Exotic-ish locations
* Special effects; here we have a five-part circular-saw cutting device, designed quite well
* Has to be in English. All the characters speak accented Eeengleesh, Meest-air Bond. There's a filmic joke about 'Mummerset' rural English; here we have something like 'Mussian'
* Official views of history taken for granted; in practice this means Zionist. The ridiculous Judi Dench as head of something also illustrates the feminist thing. There are some embarrassingly sidelined black actors. 'Terrorism' of course is something 'they' do
* Big wads of paper money!
* Ritualistic casino/ hotel room sex—to be fair the film makers could hardly show anything less dismal
* No impact bullets so that people aren't upset by what bullets do. With lasers. But nothing more recent
 Interesting more up to date themes..
* Swiss banker shown with thuggish colleagues. This must be a reference to Jews extorting money from the Swiss by the 'Holocaust'™ fraud.
* Nuclear stuff even more stylised than usual, with obvious designoid artefacts. This is the fraud that ran and ran. Interestingly, here it's in phase-out mode. It allows the female nuclear physicist, always half-dressed, considered necessary so that the way 'nuclear weapons' work isn't too obvious, despite the Carlyle baddie character understanding all about it.
* Interesting references to oil pipelines (or possibly gas) with graphics showing pipes snaking over landscapes, which may or may not have been models or computer graphics. This is a bit puzzling, since the motives for killing Afghans and others were kept secret; how many people have heard of TAPI? I take it that before the Jewish 9/11 fraud a couple of years later the pipeline(s) were considered done deals.
 Amusing to speculate on villains. What about villains who plot to flood white countries with immigrants, to weaken or destroy them? Who plan to foment division and wars, to make fortunes for themselves? To publicise fake stories to (for example) poison and damage large numbers of people? To cause hyper-inflation? To arrange slave labour to the death? All well-documented Jewish activities. I don't know enough about Ian Fleming to know what the bases were for his choice of baddies. Who knows?
It seems a 'James Bond' film is being made with a black James Bond. It occurs to me a good spoof James Bond film would be a Jewish 'James Bond' with appropriate music, behaviour, and attitudes to villains...
| Review of New (2016) Jewspaper The New Day
Supposedly Neutral New Newspaper: Just the Same Old Jews News. Review by Rerevisionist. April 16 2016
The handy graph of fifteen years' circulation of newspapers in the UK, shows a decline to about half the 2000 levels. Note that the figures are not sales; 'circulation' is sales multiplied by some supposedly convincing factor. With figures for unsold, free, reduced, given-away and organisation copies, the true figures are hard to get. (Just as with Internet news sources). Not counting new magazines, of which there are many, I can remember five launches of general newspapers in the UK: the Sun in the early 1960s, a local Evening Post in about 1970, the so-called Independent, a handy 'politically correct' vehicle used as a fake 'independent' voice by the BBC. The two others were a supposed left-wing (i.e. Jewish) paper of the Paul Foot/John Pilger type, the title of which I can't now remember; and what may have been the Star, attributed to a non-white businessman. Several papers were rebranded: The Times in about 1970; The Guardian much later, given what would be called a 'makeover'—probably a tribute to computer typesetting, with lots of blank space and different typefaces. The B.N.P. had an occasional newspaper, which naturally would not be stocked by the Jewish distribution systems.
It's of some interest to look into the technology of print: rolls of paper, which I'd guess are more expensive than a few decades ago; the technologies of setting up type, with of course colour computer typesetting displacing all earlier techniques. And the suppliers of 'information': government leaks, Jewish propaganda, PR stuff, sundry agents and stringers. And the balances between cover prices, costs of advertising by rate cards and in actuality, and percentages charged by distributors.
Needless to say, the output as regards serious events is all trash: judging by my own chats, public awareness grew with 9/11, but many people now have some feeling for the Second World War, Kennedy's murder, the increase in 'Holocaust' propaganda, Gulf of Tonkin, NASA, 'Weapons of Mass Destruction', and so on. Donald Trump incorporates some of this material in his speeches, though mostly he's concerned with the collapse in newspapers' business standing. The New York Times, which at one time seemed an invulnerable factory of lies, may be tottering. I don't personally believe newspapers will be allowed to fail: Jews can print money freely, and of course have learned that lying is essential to them, so subsidies, and special funds, and money 'in the public interest' are likely to continue. The bosses are in a position analogous to large-scale brothel owners doing what they can to conceal their activities, though this is a polite analogy compared to the truth.
The B.N.P. had monthly articles by Giuseppe De Santis: Nationalists will be delighted to know that circulation of anti-BNP newspapers declined again this month ... The Guardian and The Observer are still losing plenty of readers and therefore bankrupting those papers is becoming easier by the day. However, any boycott should also include Auto Trader, the magazine that with its profits is propping up the two rags. Giuseppe attributed the decline to the refusal of 'British' papers to print facts on invaders and their crimes and costs.
Anyway: here's the New Day. My first awareness of this 'venture' (I don't believe it's entrepreneurial in any serious sense) was a TV ad. It showed a made-up-to-look-old white man (they don't try to sell to invaders, many of whom are illiterate) choosing his previous paper over the exciting, unbiased, new one. Somebody must have gone through the processes of market research and consumer opinion: an online source says the rag is aimed at women who don't buy papers, rather than men who do. Maybe I missed the ads with silly actresses saying how much they love not to have news. Appropriately, the new editor in her Canada Square office of the 'Trinity Mirror Group' would appear to be a silly uninformed woman. I bought a sample copy: Issue 34, cover date 14th April 2016, cost 50 pence. An online source says it has about 25 staff. I wonder if they'll last.
It's strange how tatty the thing looks: deep bright reds, yellows, and green seem unavailable; and blacks appear greyish. The appearance is pretty exactly similar to the Guardian. But it's cheaper than glossy art paper. They must have made an effort to distance themselves from the plebby 'red tops': the masthead (if they still call them that) is blue-green, at the opposite spectral position. They don't call its small format 'tabloid', either. Anyway; in no special order, here are some observations:-
• The cheery woman aspect is less prominent that I'd thought. There are quite a few recipes, cooking hints, slimming notes, fashion stuff, but the 'New Day' hasn't risked going the full way. The Daily Mail has 'celebrity' stuff: women with big tits, moneyed singers, footballers, and men who presumably were picked to appeal to women. This 'newspaper' has people 'fighting' cancer, an 11-year old who supposedly did some 'innovative fundraising', kidney donors, hospices.
• We have a few slogans, probably the subject of intensive lightweight brainwork: We don't tell our readers what to think. Life is short, let's live it well. The supposed neutrality of course is nonsense; for example, a small piece wonders if Britain leaving the EU might damage the 'live music industry'.
• We of course have the Jewish habit of going for pathological altruism in whites. A singer (male, so relatively safe) goes to Calais to see fake 'asylum seekers'. And '13 aid and refugee agencies accuse Brain and other EU states of "failing to live up to their moral responsibility"'. They don't say these 'agencies' are run by Jews. Nor do they say Israel never takes 'Asylum Seekers'—especially not Palestinians.
Someone called 'Humanist Mathew Hulbert' (Jews always side with anti-Christian groups, provided they say nothing about Jewish race supremacism). He is a 'trustee for a number of charities' and says 'volunteering is often challenging, rewarding and great fun.' An analogous scatty piece by 'psychologist and author' Linda Papadopoulos thinks 'people who volunteer tend to have higher levels of self-esteem, physical and psychological well-being and happiness.' I half-expected them to recommend joining the Jehovah's Witnesses. • Jewish themes are always pushed in newspapers as they have been since about 1900: the shocking persecution of harmless Jews engaged in fraud, wars, getting governments in debt etc; the 'Holohoax'; 9/11; forced invasions of white countries; omission of the enormous money flowing to Israel. These are typical themes. I expected more 'Holocaust' lies, but instead, in this issue, we have a 1970 NASA fraud piece of astonishing outdatedness. Of course there's anti-Moslem material, but it's carefully selected—don't mention Jew wars in Moslem countries, and don't mention Jewish outfits (and Soros) pushing Moslem invaders into Europe. Here we have Fatima, who escaped Boko Haram—or so the claim goes, laced with a photo of Obongo's male wife.
• Another Jewish info plant, which needs some experience to spot, is the favourable mention of cryptic Jews of any sort; actresses, comedians, announcers. Here we have Steven Fry, perhaps wondering about 'arse gravy', his expression for 'anal leakage' of processed foods. And a Jew. We see amateur cartoons; I'm not sure how many are Jews—they don't advertise—but the repellent Hislop surely must be one. The principle is the same as Jewish stuff inserted into pub quizzes: "What is the substance put into water to prevent tooth decay?" - "Fluoride!".
• Someone called 'Flic Everett' has a piece in Guardian style, obviously aimed at thoughtless women, on vegetarianism. She fails to mention the horror of Muslim and Jewish slaughter.
• Advertising! The 25 staff don't seem to have time for small ads—it occurred to me that call-girl type adverts might bring them extra cash. But I think I'm right in saying they want large ads only: full page (specsavers), half-page (Vodafone broadband, BT broadband) and 1/3 page (dfs sofas, Aldi, and a daring John Smedley knitwear. There's also a double-page photo of a swimmer, not easy to decipher, which looks suspiciously like a replacement for an ad that never appeared. There are of course the usual product placement things; some robots, for example, described in the usual absurdly uncritical style.
• Sport! There are four pages on footballers, including blacks pretending to represent e.g. i think Liverpool. Odd; are these eye candy for women who like a bit of rough? There was nothing (I think) on horse-racing; but maybe that's done online these days.
• The whole thing seems like a reversion to the early days of 'newspapers' of the amazingly popular Comic Cuts and Tit bits type, updated a bit with computer-generated number and word puzzles, and an 'astrologer' who at least makes some jokes. No need to know about dismembered South African farmers, or black rapes of white women, or cities ruined by wars.
Rerevisionist's Review of Asa Briggs History of Broadcasting in the United Kingdom
Review 5 June 2015
A Simpleton Magpie Picking at Unimportant Things. Five Newish Volumes of Low-Grade Oxford University Rubble.
Born 1921; Asa Briggs (from Keighley, Yorks) is a similar type to Richard Hoggart ('The Uses of Literacy', characteristically Britain-only), Alan Bennett (also from Yorkshire, life in the conventional media); Alan Bullock (click for audio—a fellow 'historian'); and others, who were given refuge in post-1945 'New University' Britain. Somewhat different types include Clive James (Australian, desperate for a media career), Martin Gilbert (click for audio. Selected, as a supposed Jew, to write about Churchill).
Briggs' first-ish books were Victorian People (1954) and The Age of Improvement (1959) and Victorian Cities (1963), all I think published additionally in Penguin paperback form, aimed no doubt at people nostalgic for civic virtues and stories of hardworking ordinary people.
Briggs appears to have been commissioned as the official historian of broadcasting, I'd guess selected by a panel of some sort. His background must have made him seem exactly the right type: probably in awe of southern England, anxious to do the right thing for his career, some (but not much) experience of war (about 18 when Britain declared war), ignorant of science, and entirely but unknowingly dominated by conventional Anglo-Jewish attitudes. His first volume came out in 1961; the following three volumes dealt with the meaty periods of 1927-1939 ('II. The Golden Age of Wireless' 1965), 1939-1945 ('III. The War of Words' 1970 - just in time for Pink Floyd), and 1945-1955 ('IV. Sound and Vision' 1979). Then a 16-year gap to 1955-1974 'V. Competition' (1995), a reference to the intrusion of Jewish paper money into Jewish propaganda, a significantly unimportant issue.
Briggs reminds me slightly of Patrick Moore: a probably decent person, offered life income by the BBC, who had little idea of power in the real world, and did little in the way of original research work. Briggs co-authored a book on Internet, with someone called Peter Burke, which seems to date originally from the supposedly epochal year 2000. The book claims to be a 'classic study', but it seems unlikely to be of any importance (very few Amazon reviews, of the 'arrived in good condition', 'some chapters are very good', type), so I won't consider it here. It seems to be a textbook as part of the pseudo-subject of media studies (see e.g. my review here of Media Law.
As far as I can be bothered to look, all five volumes seem to have been printed uniformly by O.U.P. in 2000, 3 inches thick, illustrated, at c. $200 each. They seem not to have sold out yet.
IV Sound and Vision (1945-1955)
Thanks to the wonders of Internet, extracts are available online. My picture (left) shows part of the result of googling Vol. IV; a few sample chapters are provided in this way from each book. In this way, I can report on the contents of Vol IV, 1945-1955, which is described thus: The ten years following the end of the Second World War were critical years in the history of British broadcasting. They witnessed the rise of television and the end of the BBC's monopoly. This fourth volume of Asa Briggs's detailed study is based on a mass of hitherto unexplored documentary evidence, much, but not all of it, from the BBC's own voluminous archives. It examines in detail how and why some of the key decisions affecting broadcasting policy - domestic and external - were reached and what were their effects. ... One long chapter deals with the changing arts and techniques of broadcasting news and views, politics, drama, features and variety, music, religion, education and sport. ... At every point the main contours of society and culture are explored...
Vol IV has seven chapters; I take it IV INQUIRY (about 120 pages) is typical - the subheadings are 1 Chairmen, members and Procedures/ 2 The BBC Evidence/ 3 Other Witnesses/ 4 The Report/ 5. The Aftermath. This looks at the 1949 Beveridge Broadcasting Committee, an inquiry into the BBC. Perhaps Briggs was overwhelmed by the mass of memos and notes; or perhaps nobody talked to him in any serious way; perhaps names like Reith retained a gloriousness he felt unable to examine; at any rate all serious questions—what should be censored? What points of view should be allowed? Should chairpersons have any power? Should the BBC run listening posts?—are submerged under people's accounts of each other, lists of names of then-eminent persons, and so on. At about this time, bear in mind, Eisenhower ran death camps in Germany; the Holocaust fraud was being started and supported (the Dimbleby brothers made a life career out of this sort of thing); important details of the Second World War were entirely secret; Israel was starting with vast atrocities; the Indian subcontinent was amid waves of slaughter; Jewish money and influence were (as they are now) unmentioned. Briggs' internal trivia obscures anything important.
So we have an account, as by an observer after a battle, making notes and observations, always confined to what the participants themselves claim ('left', 'right', 'appropriate', 'role as a critic', 'strong-willed'), but with no information on supplies or attitudes or backgrounds or alliances.
Probably the result was suited to the upper echelons with real power: an organisation of muddled but big-mouthed persons with little technical knowledge, willing to fight for trivia, after the fashion of Parkinson's committees arguing over the bike racks, but not arguing over the dubious nuclear power station. All its life the BBC was propaganda—not for the state, but the powers behind it. War crimes, incompetence, legal frauds, vulgarisms, indifference to normal people, medical incompetence, concealment of horrible crimes by immigrants—all in all, a career structure for establishment nobodies—how different the world might have been with an intelligent BBC.
III. The War of Words (1939-1945)
Some extracts from this book (vol. III) are online, though fewer than the other volumes, I'd guess because of the importance of the issues. (See right for a couple of example extracts).
The policy was to follow the Jewish lead: war against Germany was to be pursued at all costs, provided these were borne by non-Jews. There seems to have been no examination whatever of Jewish money, the bankrupting of Britain, and the final delivery of the USA to Jewish interests. All the big names of jewry were suppressed. The result was and is a proliferation of promotion of nonentities. Napoleon commented on baubles; here we have a world of honorary degrees from Eatanswill University, Commanders of Ruritanian Empires, grandiose titles for BBC office boys, adults tapped on the shoulder by an ignoramus.
"Tell lies, then die" might be Briggs' epitaph. I wonder if there might be some long term perspective: it's noticeable that these hacks ('Lord Hill of Luton' was another BBC title that amused me) form no dynasties, although on the face of it their wonderful expertise and life experience might be passed on. Jewish puppets are disposable.
Possibly it will be worth someone's time in the future to compare truths with BBC reports: Jewish declarations against Germany, misrepresentations against Hitler, Churchill's desperation to get the USA into war, the hidden names of Jews, the lies about Stalin and war crimes, about Churchill's bodyguard of liars: Sefton Delmer (Jew from Hungary; obsessive liar), Ian Jacob (must have hushed up atrocities, against whites, and made them up, about 'jews'), being typical of the broadcasters. Kent-Wolkoff seems not to be mentioned; even Dresden gave me nothing; Hitler's leaflet drop 'A Last Appeal to Reason' seems omitted. The Asa Briggs chronicles (not history) are just right for officials of the jewish empire with no interest in truth.
It is imperative that everyone interested in truth and the future shall climb out of this dismal swamp of psychopathy.
Review by Rerevisionist of John Cole As It Seemed to Me - Political Memoirs (published 1995). Memoirs of a BBC 'political editor'
Review by 'Rerevisionist' 6 May 2016
This book is about 450 pages; it has a one-page bibliography, mostly trade books by British politicians known to Cole, written or compiled or ghosted by political names in the book. Published by Weidenfeld and Nicolson, with b/w photos, almost all from agencies, posed with (for example) artfully lit spectacles. Looking at these images, I feel some sympathy for black violence, understandably suspicious of these cunning and dishonest whites.
Cole was 'political editor of the BBC' from 1981-1992. He was on BBC TV 9 o'clock (the BBC 'news') but had little in the way of actorial charm: 'people often stopped me in the street to enquire what the weather was going to be like' he wrote (p 404); Cole resembled a northern Irish-voiced weather announcer, Ian McCaskill.
Cole had no interest at all in the development of British democracy. I could find nothing on the peculiarities of first-past-the-post elections, as opposed to Proportional Representation, though of course the effects are profound. Cole seems unaware of the careerist aspect of political parties: the tradition was to interview new aspiring candidates, and of course very many were men in suits following leaders. So that shady figures paying for parties, and shady figures selecting candidates, have had enormous unsung importance. Cole was naive about parties' policies: he seems, all his life, to have believed that the 'Labour Party' actually represented Labour, and that 'Conservatives' were genuinely conservative. These simplifying assumptions and omissions mark all his 'work'. Probably he was selected by the BBC mainly because of his obvious ignorances.
Cole's role was to make announcements without any analysis; and to personalise British politics with supposed big names, ignoring public school civil servants and Jewish junk money and militarism. As an illustration, the USSR collapsed in 1991, supposedly to everyone's surprise, though of course the Jewish plans to move ownership of USSR assets must have taken years of planning. John Pilger, the supposed radical journalist, wrote in 26 June 1992's New Statesman that social security increases might be paid for out of 'defence' cuts. John Cole commented in his absurd distracting Oirish voice on the BBC: "Despoite hopes after the ending of the Cold War, noy it seems there's to be noy peace dividund." Cole had no idea about Jewish finance's desire to run up huge deficits with governments. Cole had no idea about groups funded by Jews to cause damage: '... The theory that all union discontent and militancy derives from left-wing leaders at the top does not bear much examination. ...' (p. 177) is typical myopia.
Cole's personalisation shows up in his continual references to meetings, lunches (a favourite), confidential talks and the like with cabinet ministers and shadow government members. And in his utter inability to understand policies and their effects. I'll give examples later.
Before Cole (b. 1927) was 'appointed' by the BBC in 1981, in his 50s, he had been a print journalist for 36 years. He was given a reputation of being 'close to the unions and manufacturing industry' though this seems to me complete tosh. Cole seems to have wanted to edit the Guardian ('Britain's only serious newspaper of radical reform.' - p. 58 - but in fact just another Jew-agenda 'British' 'newspaper') where he'd been 'labour correspondent' since 1957, but Peter Preston was picked instead. Cole went to the Observer, bought by 'Tiny Rowland'. He left for the BBC (pp 220-1) when the Observer was 'soon to change to new technology after centuries of hot metal'; characteristically, Cole has nothing to say about the technology. He wasn't completely idle at the Observer: '... having settled into the measured pace of Sunday journalism, I found more time to dig deeper into politics. .. Three [ministers] Callaghan, Healey, Crosland came to dominate my thinking about the future direction of the Labour Party.' (p. 158)
Cole seemed to take seriously the Hollywood idea of journalism, with hard-working, inquisitive journalists coming up with world-changing 'scoops'. He discusses a few of his 'scoops' on (for example) page 3: one was that Reginald Maudling had written a memorandum 'dissenting from the whole thrust of Ted Heath's government'; another was how Geoffrey Howe was 'forcibly removed ... from the job he loved at the Foreign Office..' by Thatcher. Serious material—the Holohoax for example, or the fake casus belli to start Jewish-US genocide in Vietnam, or Edward Heath's paedophile crimes, or something on Rhodesia (the book has only one reference, p.74), or Vanunu's theatrical 1986 fraud—was permanently off Cole's low-performance radar's short range scans. An interesting example of censorship is Alan Clark, a minister, going to Irving's book launch at his Duke Street flat in 1991, and praising Hitler; after which, Clark was sacked by John Major. Not a whisper from Cole.
Here (p 434) is Cole trying to think: Cole's ideas were obviously non-existent; the only interest in this book, apart from a repetition of top-down official views of the time, is in the personal material about politicians, now of course mostly dead. My notes on BBC TV show Cole saying on BBC's 9 o'clock news a taxi driver told him 'the Germans' wanted an admission that a goal in the 1968 World Cup should have been disallowed, as though that deserved to be part of the news. Another Cole talk was how the roof fell in on Conservative policy.. the Prime Minister's Advisers were in turmoil all day, casting the whole policy afresh, discussing the future of Europe
Here's Cole on Harold Wilson:
Rolls-Royce brain, and an 'engaging penchant for self-mockery' (p. 20). But (despite his 'Rolls-Royce brain') 'By the time he returned to office in 1974, Harold Wilson found the continuous search for new ideas an impossible burden. He sadly told his last private secretary at Number 10 that, while in the 1960s he had come down in the morning with about twenty ideas of what he wanted done, or at least investigated, now he had few fresh ideas. ...' (p. 142).
After this ridiculous character sketch, let's see Cole's summary of Wilson (p 156):
And John Cole on Margaret Thatcher:
And John Cole on Denis Healey:
And John Cole on John Major:
Interlude: typically evasive timewasting BBC programme; this was Cole's world (Based on my notes. Note that the Jewish central bank, and its desire to lend junk money to governments, increase debt, and collect assets—Thatcher's main function—is never mentioned. They must have known: Peter Jay said the Prime Minister and the cabinet were going through 'an agonising reappraisal' following 'unprecedented foreign exchange dealings' the like of which had not 'happened in a generation'.)
Whose Orders Was Cole Following?
Two Final Remarks
Jew-aware people will note that Jewish policy at the time was to increase paper-money debt to governments (so they could use interest to buy real assets) and the desire to get public assets such as nationalised utilities and housing into Jewish hands. Many normal members of the public must have been puzzled by Thatcher's insistence ('Conservative' Prime Minister 1975-1990) on narrow economic straitjacket policies, and the odd policy of hugely costly 'nuclear power' stations, at a time when cruise missiles were apparently threatening Europe. My own angle on this is that Jewish control over the financing of physics engineering kept hidden the frauds in the nuclear business, while they went for British assets, and at the same time were planning to get assets from the USSR before moving away in 1991.
No doubt if Jews had wanted war (Iraq started 1990) there would have been intensive Jewish propaganda in Thatcher's terms.
If the view that politicians are mere puppets is largely true, there must be scripts and actors. Thus for example Tony Benn (then) and George Galloway (now) stand as the apparently morally-driven types—though both of course are/were Jew-naive, gullible over the Holohoax and central banks and military profits. Another type is the colourful drunkard—George Brown provided this during the Vietnam genocide. Perhaps Boris Johnson might count, now. The supposed feminist, supposed actress, supposed activist is another type. Yet another is the supposedly distinguished writer-politician: here's an amusing account from The Occidental Observer of 'a repulsive British politician called Roy Hattersley, once deputy leader of the Labour party and Member of Parliament...: How are politicians to behave when, having listened, they find themselves in fundamental disagreement with what they have heard? Should I, in 1964, have called for what a clear majority of my constituents, and most of the country, undoubtedly wanted — the repatriation of all Commonwealth immigrants? [His answer: "Not in a million years."] .... Roy Hattersley has been richly rewarded for his part in this conspiracy. He now sits in the House of Lords ... and has made large sums of money as a writer, despite the shallowness of his intellect and the banality of his prose. In 2013, he married the woman who has fostered his golden mediocrity, his Jewish literary agent Maggie Pearlstine.'
| Review of media shit Greg Dyke: Inside Story
Horrifyingly Shallow. Two stars because there is at least some content.
This book starts with an account of the publication and impact of the 'Hutton Inquiry'. Dyke's account is simply not credible. The BBC has plenty of lawyers—I think I saw a figure of 77—and it's impossible they would be unaware, especially in a world where unelected EU types impose bizarre unworkable laws, that reports ordered by governments will be slanted. They must have expected something of the sort. And made plans—but maybe they wanted Dyke out. He says resignation wouldn't matter to him anyway—the BBC still had to pay! There are similar ironies throughout this book, for example a woman called Salmond in 'Human Resources' had a better pension deal than Dyke (he may have meant a percentage, though)... fantastic job titles of these people—apparently selected by a military-minded megalomaniac propagandist ... the almost lunatic way Dyke discounts the few billion advantage the BBC has over almost everyone else.
Dyke has little interest in the BBC—there is no account of who selected the 'Governors', despite their obvious relevance. He has little interest in the world, either. He seems to have a chip on his shoulder about Hayes, Middx. He appears as a boy to have been the type to carefully note who has a car, who has a TV, who has this, who has that. As a student, he seems to have been happy just putting down a couple of conflicting views—I don't think he had any interest in trying to unravel mysteries. Ideal training, in fact, for the BBC! When he was born, the BBC was run by ex-military types—there are some amusing accounts, written by women. People would be informed by letter that they were, or weren't, hired, or fired. The policy was probably decided by the Foreign Office and Home Office, I would guess. As late as Dyke, the FO funded the 'World Service', and no doubt still does. Dyke doesn't comment on this, or the 'listening post' Cavendish Park stuff, and it's hard to believe he had any interest. Decisions on things like (in sequence) mass murders in eastern Europe, the JFK murder, mass murders in Vietnam and Biafra, immigration, industrial policy, who should control printed money, AIDS, 9/11 etc etc must have been simply handed down for the hacks to extrude. The policies are too monolithic to have been anything other than deliberately thought out. It must have been like a prestigious but horribly secretive civil service department. No wonder there is not one single well-written memo, biography, or essay collection by an employee—it would be like expecting amusing pieces about life in the Pravda buildings.
Anyway Dyke cut his teeth on lightweight stuff, though it's hard to know what he actually did. The script and camera work, and the money and the contracts and the sales, all seem to have been someone else's job. Maybe he simply talked to everyone, or did his best. A striking aspect of all this is the smallness of the 'industry'. When Thatcher introduced the idea of bids for companies, there were very very few. Probably the 'industry' was overweighted by overpaid people, and expensive equipment (digitised stuff started to come in over the whole period after about 1980). Dyke gives no figures for overall advertising revenue, needed by his rivals, though he says there was no room for others, and that it started to plummet after about 2000.
It's impossible to know what Dyke did. He states—and it seems highly likely—that one action was simply to collect suggestions, and act on them. There are some pathetic examples—a building's atrium, blocked off for a decade or two, or more, was at last opened up to employee lunch hours. A coffee machine (or something) was installed somewhere. Godawful buildings were made slightly less godawful.
The BBC is a state propaganda machine, and clearly Dyke was an ideal person to run it, as he had no ideas whatever on human progress or societal goals or whether truth should be allowed out occasionally. The book is mostly concerned with—first part—deals, including breakfast TV—there was of course a loan-backed pseudo-boom. And—second part—office politics. When a new 'Director-General' was being thought about, whole squadrons of office people started to back one or other from an amazingly short shortlist. Dyke's book is unanalytical, so it's impossible to know whether his descriptions are reliable, though I'd guess the people he liked, and didn't like, are recorded correctly. There are a few pages on a 'Dyke must stay' campaign—again, hard to deconstruct from the quoted emails and letters—it's hard to believe they could be serious about their 'creativity' for example. My best guess is that he was believed more likely to fork out more money than the others.
Clive James A Point of View. And too many other books
Review by 'Rerevisionist' 28 July 2015
Nonentity Fuelled by Money. Is Britain now really so decayed and worthless that nobody can review this crap?
Clive James is a model of one of the BBC's defects. His own description makes it clear he was ambitious—not for discovery or intellectual distinction, but for what the BBC provides, at least at present. Here's my overview review. It's a lament for missing works of criticism; something the BBC has lacked all its miserable life..
Is Britain now really so decayed and worthless that nobody can review this crap? James is a laughable nonentity, ignorant on all serious subjects, and ideal for the BBC. Someone please have a serious look and crush him (and preferably chunks of the BBC). Do it now.
BBC junk attempt to survey Elizabeth II and Britain
James Naughtie: The New Elizabethans
BBC TRASH SURVEY 9 April 2013
James Naughtie - 'The New Elizabethans - Sixty Portraits of Our Age'
Published 2012, to accompany 'the major BBC Radio 4 series'. The radio broadcasts spanned 12 weeks - five per week, from episode 1 (11 June 2012) to episode 60 (7 Sept 2012). They were, in BBC tradition, all scripted, so we needn't believe Naughtie's comment on the book being produced 'at lightning speed'.
Elizabeth's 'ascent' was in 1952 (after George V's death) and her coronation in Westminster Abbey was in 1953, coinciding pretty exactly with the spread of television, as it did in Japan with a similar event.
I see nobody has reviewed this book in any depth; how unutterably lazy millions of people are. However, let's try a revisionist review sparing nothing of this junk mass produced trash.
I'll start with the introduction: the 'panel' - could this word be an appropriately miniaturised 'board'? - of august thinkers, charged with selecting sixty influential, seminal, crucial and phenomenal British (or sort of British) people, from the second half of the last century. These are 'new Elizabethans'. Without bothering with the actual panellists' names, we have a woman interested in feminism, Freud, and 'social movements'; a war and peace writer, whose hack book has the 'Tsar bomb' fake as a cover design; a TV 'polymath'; a mass media editor; a woman lecturing in 'imperialism and colonialism'; and a BBC 'historian', making very proper references to pop singers and football. One of the episodes concerned George Best!
I remember Naughtie mainly as a voice for the BBC's radio 'World at One' series (i.e. 1 p.m.) where he'd read out the official version of unimportant news. This 'news' was followed for years by 'The Archers', the radio equivalent of a soap opera; I wonder if this was intended to imply the previous stuff was not intended seriously? Naughtie is Scottish, or at least has a Scottish voice - the BBC likes male voices from the regions, as they tend to be louder than women and have not easily classifiable accents. As far as I bothered to check, he seems to be a typical BBC career apparatchik hack, of breathtaking ignorance as befits 'arts' graduates.
Radio 4 is aimed at an insecure audience needing repetition of official BBC views, the sort who crave clues as to what to think. Here's an elegant summary: ' ... It's all done as a sort of pecking order, indeed just as a typical communist state is set up. If you listen to [BBC] Radio 4 they often have the liberal elite giving out advice to their underlings. First of all they don't tend to communicate in a logical manner, rather they are into the arts, but the arts are the transmission medium for the ideology. It works on the psychological level. For example, you will often get a member of the liberal elite saying this or that work is absolutely fantastic and wonderful, as in novels or plays of one sort or another, and this stuff is essentially mind control. ...' - Very well worded.
Of the sixty people, let's look first at technologists and scientists - easily done was there are hardly any. We have Tim Berners-Lee, officially credited as per the 2012 Olympic money show as the inventor of Internet. In fact the inventions were mostly hardware - chips, communications protocols, screens, keyboards - but Naughtie cranks out the BBC's corporate memory angle. I suppose it's just easier that way. We also have a woman astronomer credited with something Naughtie has been told was significant. And something on the supposed breakthrough of external fertilisation. David Attenborough appears, although he did no original work. Its amusing there's nothing on lead in petrol, about which the BBC did nothing to inform; AIDS, of course a huge 1984 funded exercise long ago debunked; or global warming - the BBC put fortunes into bogus schemes and technology. Any of these topics would have been worth an inquisitive peep. (As would Jimmy Savile - but naturally the perversions of such people go unmentioned).
It's interesting but saddening to see changes, not noticed by Naughtie, in types of popularisers: Patrick Moore, grave and apparently serious, but of course gullible; James Burke censoring out anything serious; Bronowski with his heavy accent and glib generalities; replaced these days by pop musicians trotting out much the same crap.
But don't be misled into think Naughtie has any understanding of 'arts'. It's ironic that Naughtie has no idea about Shakespeare (he thinks Germaine Greer is an authority). He manages to list his subjects' books, publication dates, plays, titles and so on - in fact his writing style resembles the computerised copyright-avoiding melange of official inputs which some websites try to offer as 'news'. The final voice portrait is the modern Elizabeth, no doubt intended as an apex or capstone of the radio series.
All the media performers must have been chosen for media impact - what other criterion could there be? Roald Dahl's life is described, and his books and plays listed, but with a rather complete failure to account for their popularity, if indeed it wasn't purely a promotional outcome. David Bowie's clothes, name, acting, sex and movements are described or quoted, but there's little on his music or how it took shape. There's some mildly amusing stuff on Harold Pinter and his one-man claque, and Antonia Fraser, though Longford's curious interests are omitted, as of course are Edward Heath's and Jimmy Savile's (how the hell did Savile ever...? Naughtie omits all references to paedophile gangs and secret circles, rapes and murders, but it's possible this issue will help bring down the BBC). Pinter, like George Galloway, made fun of Britain's poverty after 1945 in some of his tape-recording based plays, showing gratitude in the usual way.
Political material is shallow, packaged in BBC fashion with apparent seriousness: Roy Jenkins was an 'intellectual powerhouse' and left an 'indelible mark'; in fact, historians laughed at his books. Heath, Healey, and Wilson are praised without the faintest grasp of what they did. Thatcher is described as a 'byword for individual enterprise'; the story of her ejection when her work of selling chunks of Britain (courtesy Saatchis, Keith Joseph, Goldman Sachs, Lawson, the 'Big Bang' and so on) was done is undescribed and no doubt unknown to Naughtie. Alex Salmond of Scotland is 'a successful nationalist' despite converting chunks of Scottish cities into third world slums. On Blair, there's a rich feast of omissions: Straw and other Jews forcing mass immigration; 9/11, in which the BBC played an unrecoverable part with the WTC7 time zone mistake; lies about weapons of mass destruction - the BBC has never had serious programmes on nuclear matters, or of course on the 'Holocaust' hoax, let alone Iraq and the murders there.
Naughtie gives a simpleton's accounts in passing of the 'Cold War', Malaya etc. There is of course nothing much on Vietnam - the BBC's record of lies is disgusting. There's an unspoken invitation to a shared assumption about wars: they just happen, no point investigating, we are always right, so what if some people make a fortune.
Naturally his economics is simple, too. On labour. We're told of Jack Jones: 'his members knew he would fight for the best deal.' He 'led the left in opposition'. He was some sort of USSR/Jewish spy, like Jimmy Reid of Clydeside and 'leaders' in the other now-dead shipbuilding sites. Probably it was Jewish policy to move ship, car, and bike building to cheap labour countries. Continual strikes therefore were useful. On Scargill and coal-miners, it's amazing, I hope, that news programmes never dealt with practicalities - how much coal is there, where is it, how much does it cost. The multiple costs, and few benefits, of immigration are not ever discussed by the BBC: Green of Migration Watch is missing! There's a chapter on a film developing company, now obsolete technology, and an immigrant woman who allegedly led a futile strike. This of course is just Naughtie fishing around and pretending to find some genuine immigrant contribution. (Stuart Hall, some sort of Marxist writer and member of the 'Runnymede Trust fake think-tank with mock-British name, and a south African cricketer d'Oliveira have an episode each. We also have Doreen Lawrence who reportedly netted at least £300,000 - in rather stark contrast to white victims, male and female, young and old, of racial attacks in Britain; such as Kriss Donald, 15, kidnapped, tortured, castrated, and burned to death by Muslims; who is not granted any mention by Naughtie).
On productivity, or at least money, we have Conran and Habitat; Sainsbury; Anita Roddick; Maxwell and Rupert Murdoch. Naughtie says nothing about Jewish paper money and the control it gives.
Amartya Sen, interestingly, appears; the Bengal Famine of the Second World War (we had to fight - Churchill said Hitler wanted to invade) had an effect on him; he survived, presumably by being in some higher plane than the starving peasants, and supposedly has made economic breakthroughs - Naughtie quotes from some official thing or other with nil interest.
Let me try to indicate what is NOT in this book, to see if there's some thread. Reith's dehydrated liar style, plus with military command structure, oddly doesn't make it. Possibly because it might seem a little impious. There is no bishop or archbishops; the appointment from a short-list might be memorable, for example of Rowan Williams. There's no mention of propagandists, such as A J P Taylor, despite their unquestioned pseudo-eminence; nor is there any account of the BBC's anonymous news writers - BBC news is never credited - despite the fact that Naughtie must know many of them personally. Naughtie avoids all mention of the actual documented beliefs of Islam and Judaism, an outrageous omission. The chapter on Rushdie flatly indicates something of Rushdie's style but not the Jewish publicity angle - no Palestinian material in Rushdie!
'The new Elizabethans' is a preposterously bad book. The final chapter, supposedly on Elizabeth, is of course hedged in with censorship: it's simply impossible to be sure of anything about her. A few stories - insane relatives tucked away as in some sinister novel; addiction to horse racing; permanent entourage feeding material to be read out. I wonder if, when she meets Rothschild, to explicate her nominal money (she never passed beyond the simplest of mathematics, or some such quote), there's a slight hesitation over the cucumber sandwiches: didn't his co-religionists murder her remote relative, a Romanov, somewhere in Russia? And no doubt rape and smash up his kids? - Before returning to the Corgis and the heating bills. I'd say probably she's the worst monarch Britain has ever had.
Let's hope for a Reformation or, preferably, a Renaissance.
BBC Media Trash Ian McIntyre: The Expense of Glory - A Life of John Reith
The Case Against the BBC - Part 1. Reith
Ian McIntyre: The Expense of Glory - A life of John Reith (1993)
Here's the myth of the BBC (2012; forum comment): '... the saddening part of this farce [BBC resignations, as paedophile cover-ups including Jimmy Savile are partly exposed; while Muslim rapes of little white girls are ignored, as are murders of whites in South Africa, the views of victims of wars in the Middle East, and so on, and on, and on is that an organisation that was set up with all the good intentions to bring unbiased news and entertainment, world wide in some areas, has under the regime of successive governments since its inception, been allowed to be infiltrated and controlled by Marxist idealism without anybody questioning it. ... in its day the BBC was the closest anyone could get to know what was going on world wide...'
McIntyre's book (large, many monochrome photos, endnotes) is the outcome of his access to 'millions of words of Reith's diaries in the BBC archives'. The endnotes show a lot of information from these; a previous version exists, but 'heavily edited'. In addition, Reith wrote a couple of supposedly autobiographical books (McIntyre says these were flavoured with nautical expressions, and with Old Testament Bible stories). Newspapers and the 'Radio Times' and ten or so other books make up almost all the source material. And Asa Brigg's History of Broadcasting in the UK - decades old now - and as with Alan Bullock and other establishment-joiners of that time one can almost taste the northernness, the Oxbridge connection, the self-censored smug prose...
'The Expense of Glory' is a phrase taken from a comment by Sydney Smith - McIntyre studied English Lit or 'Greats', and likes such quotations, even of slender relevance. Wiki says he was born in '1930-31'. He joined BBC radio in 1957 and I think had an all-radio career. His book is dedicated to 'George Fischer friend and comrade' who appears to be (or have been) a Hungarian Jew. Fischer worked on or started a weekly radio half-hour called 'Analysis' in 1970; McIntyre wrote a book on Israel in 1968, and whether by coincidence or not, also started work with 'Analysis' in 1970. 'Analysis' was supposed to air alternative and unusual and different from ordinary viewpoints; it is hardly necessary to point out that, of course, it didn't. After a bit less than ten years he became 'controller' of Radio 3 (supposedly cultural stuff with tiny audiences) and later of Radio 4 (supposedly intellectual and news stuff). He seems to have retired to write several biographies, some of Scots, including his Life of Reith. With thirty years and more at the BBC, one must assume censorship for the good of the people is a reflex with him.
Anyway Reith (born 1889) was the son of severe Scottish parents - there's a rather stern photo! - his father a clergyman, a background somewhat similar to Gordon Brown's. He had no secondary education, but was forced to work in 'engineering', locomotive stuff, which he hated. Then the First World War 'broke out' and he fought. After that, he looked for work. It's a mystery to me why he was appointed to manage the newly-formed BBC, and McIntyre doesn't begin to answer this question. Surely there were ex-brass left over from the War who were a more obvious choice? Was the organisation so embryonic that nobody thought it would amount to anything? Maybe his tallness and severe demeanour impressed someone? Conceivably Reith's apparent religiosity is the explanation: the BBC has some similarities to the Church of England, including lifetime careers from about 21, unfair state financial support, and the task of spreading official doctrines, the BBC being technically more advanced, and centralised, but otherwise analogous; perhaps Reith's sermonising style of speech seemed appropriate? Maybe official BBC clothing, dog-collar style, was discussed? At any event, he was selected, and immediately made his mark: his secretary was to be a man in a top hat, who was immediately sacked and replaced by a female secretary. (This was a time before employment legislation - later, Churchill would do the same to Reith).
I'd suggest the BBC was set up all along with an eye on the control of opinion. Radio was new at the time (Marconi's uncertain successes to the founding of the BBC was about 20 years). There was a good deal of disenchantment after the holocaust of the First World War. There was a fear of 'communism', after the so-called 'Russian Revolution', most people of course not knowing this was a Jewish movement. I'd suggest the Jewish roots were planned to be kept hidden in the usual control-both-sides way. 'The 1904 Wireless Telegraphy Act of 1904 vested the power to license all transmitters and receivers [in Britain] in the Post Office..' In 1922, the main interest of radio manufacturers was to get into a promising new market, irrespective of content. The sets used thermionic valves and were big, hot, expensive pieces of furniture. By 1923, Reith was hard at work on the legal details of rights, patents, writers and composers and publishers. The Charter emerged a few years later, debated and accepted after the 1926 General Strike. Characteristically, McIntyre has nothing to say on the deeper meanings and purposes of this event; he takes the conventional view of 'Labour' and 'Conservative' parties. Or on the Charter's 'public interest' aspects, which of course resulted in full-blown censorship after 1939.
Everyone says Reith did a wonderful job, but this seems likely to be a huge exaggeration. The 'control board' seems to have had eight members, including Reith, so there must have been plenty of expertise. Radio 'skyrocketed' - the number of licences, a handy measure of market penetration, rose to about nine million by 1939. The manufacturers of course were happy to push their products - factories appeared on the roads outside London; retail outlets specialising in radio opened; all no doubt independently of Reith. 'His' phrase - radio was to 'educate, inform and entertain' was copied from Sarnoff in the USA, with the word order changed. Reith started the 'Radio Times' - an obvious title - and since the BBC had inside knowledge of their programmes, it was a 'money spinner' and indeed the guaranteed licence income, plus the possibility of revenue, opened questions of public-sector and private-sector conflicts of interest. Reith's biggest fear was commercial competition and some of his most carefully-wrought speeches were on that subject.
There's a certain fascination in boardroom struggles. What terrific television they would make! There's a background in the book of BBC officials, shadowy detectives, government functionaries, High Court judgments, Times journalists, interspersed with such events as visiting Ascot, dining at the Carlton Grill, being driven to Downing Street, telephoning Ministers. He was a philanderer, and also probably a homosexual, illegal then, suggesting there may have been opportunities for blackmail. But clearly the background manoeuvrings in the BBC are unlikely to be documented. Reith felt insulted by the offer of just an ordinary knighthood, and generally had a high opinion of himself, not as far as I can see supported by much evidence. Reith must have lasted partly because he understood, or grovelled, maybe by instinct rather than reason, establishment power and (for example) took the BBC down the road of foreign language broadcasts which he pretended were not quite propaganda. He was dropped before 1939, and later sacked by Churchill from the Ministry of Information. He was considered for, but didn't get, various jobs reorganising this or that company or branch of government.
People who think the BBC was 'captured' by cultural Marxism seem offbeam. The BBC has ALWAYS, ever since its beginning, been purely establishment, in the pragmatic sense of including Jewish influence as 'establishment'. In the 1920s, it permitted no debate on whether WW1 was a mistake - there were no inquiries; in the 1930s it had nothing on Stalin or on Jews or for that matter the Royals; the Spanish Civil War was not reported honestly; in the 1940s it was pure Churchilliana with unsparing anti-German propaganda; in the 1950s it never deviated from pro-American views on Korea, supposed nuclear weapons; the Nuremberg Trials were never queried. In the 1960s there was no honest comment on the Vietnam War. I could go on, including science fraud too. But the simple point is: the BBC has never, ever, been honest.
One star seems harsh, as there's evidence of a great deal of effort by McIntyre. In its way this book duplicates the BBC's ethos: a well-packaged product, solemn, properly proof-read but also discreetly censored, internally consistent with the establishment world-view, lavish, perked up with a few titillating scandals which aren't important. But the real importance of the BBC remains outside the package.
Just five books from thousands:
Review of ex-BBC boss Greg Dyke's horrifyingly shallow Inside Story
Review of an execrable and evasive book by a BBC employee. Robert Peston: Who Runs Britain?
Tenth-rate book by Robin Aitken of unimportant criticisms of the BBC
Laurence Rees has been turning out junk programmes for the BBC for years
James Naughtie of BBC Radio 4's 'major series' on people in Britain who have endured Elizabeth's 'reign'
Review by Rerevisionist of Ben Thompson (Ed) Ban This Filth!
Whitehouse never understood the world. But neither does the author of 'Ban This Filth!' This review August 29, 2014
Mary Whitehouse (1910-2001) started her career of protest in 1963, when she wrote to the BBC's chairman. In January 1964, the 'Clean up TV' (CUTV) group booked Birmingham Town Hall, where she spoke, nervously, to a large audience.
CUTV had five million signatures in 1965 for a petition. There was therefore a lot of support for that movement, much of it from housewives. She managed to keep in the public eye with autobiographies: 1971 Who does she think she is?/ 1977 Whatever happened to sex?/ 1982 A most dangerous woman? / 1985 Mightier than the sword / 1993 Quite contrary. She seems to have had several publishers. I can't find evidence of how popular these books were. (Surely this must be some sort of taboo; the book trade must have some idea of these figures).
Her last letter seems to have been in 1990. Her archives were given to Essex University, noted then and now for low grade social science research, including the climate scam.
The title 'Ban This Filth!' of this 2012 book ('Edited by Ben Thompson', published by faber and faber) is misleading. Page 66 helpfully lists 'objectionable programmed features':
Sexy innuendoes, suggestive clothing and behavior
Cruelty, sadism and unnecessary violence
No regret for wrong-doing
Blasphemy and the presentation of religion in a poor light
Excessive drinking and foul language
Undermining respect for law and order
Unduly harrowing and depressing themes.
Other themes included promotion of abortion, sterilization, premarital sex, promotion of pornography, and homosexuality.
At this distance, it's obvious enough that contraception had a lot of effect on morals at the time. Much of the rest is conventional and unthought-out attitudes: Whitehouse was in her thirties during the Second World War, and probably never understood anything about it. She wrote a laudatory piece when Elizabeth was crowned. She supported Christianity, and hated blasphemy. She supported the armed forces in a naive way. She taught art; as far as I know, none of her works appeared anywhere. The emphasis on swearing was very characteristic of respectable people: when G B Shaw put the word 'bloody' on stage in 1914 it caused a 'sensation'. Ludovic Kennedy stated that the chief complaint to the BBC was the use of swear words.
It's clear she was harmless opposition: not controlled opposition, but opposition that emerged from nowhere and was soon perceived to be unthreatening. Hence the toleration, the publicity, the books. The slow working of the agenda baffled Whitehouse; she had no idea of the point behind 'Till Death US Do Part' and its US incarnation as 'All in the Family'. There's some talk of threats and harassment, though no details that I could find of that; or of police reaction, if any.
Looking a bit deeper: cruelty and violence of course was progressively introduced into TV and cinema. There's an instructive letter (p 154. 1974, from Jeremy Isaacs) on the 'grim detail of Nazi murders'. Whitehouse disliked an episode of 'The World at War' entitled 'Genocide'. She had no answer to Isaacs, knowing nothing of Jewish mass murder in the USSR. She disliked the few news items showing violence: she of course had no idea that the BBC routinely covered up mass murders: violence and cruelty on a scale completely outside her conception. I doubt if she ever wondered why the BBC has such a lot of people with odd names: Winogradsky (p 134) explaining why some Christians are racially prejudiced, and therefore he wasn't 'making a mockery of the Christian faith'. I doubt if Whitehouse knew anything about Talmudic tribal racism; and was therefore a safe mild critic. In her last activist decade, Richard Desmond published pornography; he went on to buy up Express papers (allegedly removing an archive front page showing British soldiers hanged by 'Jews'). There's a brief dismissive (1979) letter (p. 156) from Richard Eyre. 'Law and order' is perhaps a preoccupation of some people who've known dangerous times; in those naive times, the words were automatically coupled. It was assumed the police will be on the side of the citizenry. It's mentally worlds away from the Jewish and Muslim preoccupation with sex with little girls and boys, promotion of anal sex, voting fraud, fake liberated women, and officially-encouraged anti-free speech thugs.
A side-aspect of this book is the resurfacing of technologies, familiar to some of us, which seem terrifyingly primitive: letters written on typewriters, carefully worked-over with double-spacing, crossings-out, printer-style markups, retypings, and so on. I don't know whether the Whitehouses switched to (e.g.) Alan Sugar's word processor. There were no DVDs, or even VCRs for much of this time. There were no consumer mobile phones yet. There was what now seems elaborate planning between members of the NVALA (National Viewers and Listeners Association) to watch such-and-such, on such-and-such an evening, since otherwise it may never be seen again. Much of the book quotes letters describing violence in programmes, and, in particular, swear words, listed isolated from their plots.
Intermittent puzzles about the mid-1960s to 1990 suggest themselves: Dennis Potter thought flying ducks on living room walls marked the Whitehouse type; I couldn't help wondering if bold types covered their walls with ceramic duck flocks.
The BBC permits and encourages one-way communication in the most insultingly undemocratic way. Tony Benn, as Postmaster-General, refused any public access to programme planners. By 1980, the BBC seem to have decided to change Whitehouse's lines of communication: instead of writing to 'The Chairman of the BBC', instead her missives had to be addressed to 'The Secretary'.
Looking back, it's striking how the BBC had absolutely no interest in serious information. They might have had grisly, but effective, programmes on what are now called STDs. They might have explained how the Fed and Bank of England work. They might have had serious debates on immigration (never happened to this day in Parliament). They might have had programmes on the EU. They might have had programmes on how programmes are made. They might even have had programmes of child abuse—but it's fairly obvious to everyone that in each case they were concerned to conceal these things.
The book has no index; if you're interested in a censored history of pornography, blasphemy, or whatever, I doubt this book is any more use than a typical headline summary. It has a few black and white photos, presumably from standard sources; letters are reproduced in a non-proportional typeface (oddly, including f digraphs) which is agonising skinny, without typewriter-ribbon blurred realism. There are oddities: Jimmie Hendricks?? The paper is thick.
As an interesting contrast, Whitehouse's contemporary Lady Birdwood was (for a time) chair of the London branch of NVALA. She campaigned on Oh! Calcutta, trade unions, immigration control, and the expulsion of Jews. Here's my version of her booklet The Longest Hatred. The contrast in official treatment between these two campaigning women tells a story.
|Website YouPorn Review by Rerevisionist: 18 April 2016
Porn Spin-Off From Youtube. Watch But Don't Pay!
Youtube was the first to anticipate the multiple growth of cheap video cameras and phones, cheap broadband, cheap video editing software, cheap electronic payments, cheap online ad systems, and cheap digital storage of high volumes of data. Youtube was (the story goes) started by PayPal employees presumably using cheap Jewish paper and e-money to get going. They must have suffered from Jew Shock, as insistent videographers uploaded Holohoax material, which I'd guess they had never seen before. On balance, they (in my view) behaved with what must count as rare integrity.
Youporn's name seems to be based on Youtube's. Like Youtube, they thrived on vast numbers of uploads, but, in their case, of fairly precisely defined pornography, mostly from 'amateurs'. The economics of free uploads supposedly caused consternation among the 'professionals', largely, of course, Jewish Americans. I haven't made any attempt to assess the business importance, downloads, percentage of Internet traffic, takeovers, revenue etc etc of this 'industry'.
Their pink-on-black logo lists genres, which seem to have stabilised by now. 'Hairy' means pubic hair:- most of their 'stars' shave. 'MILF' ('Mature I'd Like to Fu ck') is a newish word, presented to the world by Internet. 'Interracial' of course is a special Jewish interest. There are 'cuck' (cuckold) videos—another Jewish interest, of course. There are 'gay' videos, both male and female, though the 'ass gravy' aspect seems to be played down, fortunately. There are masturbation videos, often of course quite long. There are 'outdoor' videos: typically a white woman, completely naked, except for shoes, walking through streets which have some crowds, but not many: German small towns, rather than 5th Avenue or Detroit.
'Casting' videos are usually faked with porn models: they at least have some narrative structure, an interview style, for young women (sometimes men) who want to get into the 'industry'. Some are Eastern European, part of the wash from Jews exploiting the 'Soviet Union' and Europe. I haven't noticed any with Moslems; this may be related to the phenomenon that black women and Asian women do their best to mimic white women's looks. They are perceived as better looking, or just better. As with detective stories, theft or injury is not enough: all of them seem to have real or staged intercourse.
Sex needs penetration, and is difficult to show; hence I suppose the emphasis on penises and 'blow jobs' (the word 'suck' seems to have been used up before), and odd postures, and close-ups to show females.
Story lines in libraries, private houses, car garages, schoolrooms etc etc occur but seem rare; possibly longer porn films of the 'Debbie Does Dallas' type no longer exist. The shorter videos have couples sorted by size and shape and, presumably, willingness, usually with no special script. Longer films may have been wiped out by 'Porn Models' or 'Cam Girls' or 'Webcam Models', who (I'm told) live in quite large buildings with each other, spending 8 hours a day greeting the punters with a weary smile. Their role is to get people to sign up to their club. Contracts include permanent direct payments from banks, not stoppable without their permission. Unless you're expert in interpreting contracts of this sort, I advise you not to join.
Other genres include sneaky shots of e.g. women in baths, or men surprised as they try sex devices. You might expect prostitutes to advertise online, but this doesn't seem to happen; a breed of electronic pimps hires them out, I think.
There must be material that's censored out: no wartime rapes, for example, despite the U.S. and Jewish policy of rape as 'standard operating procedure'. There must be many snaps by G.I.s in Europe, Vietnam, Iraq, and wherever. Come to think of it, 'rabbis' in Israel having sex with Slav women unable to get away might make an interesting but censored subgenre: imagine the hideous faces, beards, and spittle. Or of children, despite the Jewish and Moslem explicit acceptance, and the cover-ups in (for example) Britain.
| Review of Actor's autobiography Dirk Bogarde: For the Time Being
Luvvies like bubbles on a river, June 28, 2010
This book is about half biographical fragments arranged loosely by topic—the Second World War and his films naturally loom largest. And about half reviews. There is also—something I hadn't noticed until Amazon pointed this out- an introductory piece on the horrors of a severe stroke. It's well-written, but in my view—I hate to take a dissenting view—reveals a man who understandably is both narcissistic and superficial. His reviews are luvvy material—Russell Harty, to whom he owed his publishing career, after being allowed to reminisce for forty minutes on TV; Brigitte Bardot; Charlotte Rampling; Peter Ustinov. Antony Sher. And related material—Peter Mayle on Provence; Joseph Losey; how to record an audiobook; Swiss Family Robinson; Visconti's wheelchair bound life after a stroke; the Times Lit Supplement. His wartime experience was, he says, interpreting aerial photographs—judging by an advert in this (Penguin) edition his other books deal with this theme in greater detail. He reviewed seven World War 2 related books (reviews dated 1988 and 1991 in the Daily Telegraph) and is innocently free from any trace of revisionism, though he made a couple more articles on the theme of 200 hostile letters about his reviews. What would he have done if he hadn't been good looking in his youth? He reminds me of many women who describe themselves as 'artistic' as a default position to hide something of a chasm of their awareness, in the way kittens whose eyelids are sewn up were found to never develop full sight.
| Review of autobiography Michael Caine: What's It All About
Interesting though not perfect, August 3, 2010
One of the reviewers here criticises Caine (not his real name!) for name-dropping. This seems unreasonable—firstly, there's in fact a lot of material about his early life; secondly, what, in addition, would he write about, but film stars, producers, Cannes, Harold Pinter, Robert Graves, Ben Gurion being an East End Royal Fusiliers sergeant who called himself Benny Green and fourteen members of the first Israeli cabinet being ex-Royal Fusiliers?
The engaging quality of this book is the way Caine describes his learning experiences—acting tricks, such as the way to act drunk, and the command not to break the 'fourth wall', and wearing heavy specs so in future films he could change his image; adaptation of his eyes to bright lights—it takes a minute; script problems, issues with friends, starry-eyed awe of famous people, Hollywood studios. One other acting trick was not to enter a room which was supposed to be new to the character, to give the authentic appearance of groping for light switches and watching for trip hazards. His writing style seems to reproduce something of the same feeling. He reveals the slow dawning on him of his family's poverty not being anything like as bad as some others, of comparative misfortunes, of homosexuals being polite and civilised to him,
His early life and the Micklethwaite's Cockney existence includes accounts of bomb damage, orphans, and sudden deaths in London, and of his school's evacuation—he was moved with his brother to a huge house, then split up and redirected to somewhere deemed more befitting their lowly status, and Caine was locked under the stairs in Harry Potter style. They were rescued by their mum and somehow moved to Norfolk. Caine was encouraged at the little school there—and was the only pupil ever to get a scholarship.
Back in south London, Caine writes of spivs (backslang for VIPs) and teddy boys: he says both were dangerous, and that petrol bombs were thrown as a protection racket incentive. This sounds like a child's exaggeration to me. For one thing, some were friends of his father. He says his mother was tough as nails, but this can't quite have been true, as she seems not to have been able to prevent him gambling all their little spare money away, or renting radios at great cost.
In his teens he did National Service: Korea, with accounts of Seoul destroyed by American bombs, with human 'night soil' on fields, Chinese across the hill, minefields and twigs. Caine mentions Dien Bien Phu, and Chinese 'communism', which I've always thought dissimilar to Russian. Caine isn't very precise on politics—he says he was tempted in London by women trying to sign him up to the CP, offering him wealth and free love—which he found wasn't entirely an accurate prospectus. Joan Littlewood didn't like him—she didn't want stars. She chatted to Baron Philippe de Rothschild, suggesting an ideological propaganda link which Caine didn't follow up.
In the late 1950s new types of informal London clubs developed, prefiguring the 1960s; it couldn't have been that bad. Hitchcock, Chaplin (earlier) and Coward (Clapham—more upmarket) were also south Londoners.
Caine went into rep after being told about 'The Stage' and being told where he could buy it. He was hired by a homosexual in Horsham—years later this man died impoverished, but pleased because he was acknowledged to have discovered Michael Caine. The stage name was taken from the film 'The Caine Mutiny'—as with 'Pink Floyd', made up because a name was needed then and there. There are anecdotes, including of course sexual stuff. And actors' lodgings. Apparently the sign was: 'no blacks, irish, dogs, or actors'. Quite a few committed suicide; I can't help wondering if they did this in a theatrical manner.
Fascinating to see how limited is the part played (pun intended) by actors. Most films start with a script—but the locations, ambience, general feeling, final form of the plot and practically everything else are jointly assembled to such an extent it's quite surprising the process works at all. And maybe it doesn't—this book was written as Hollywood was starting to decline, if I've understood the figures; and Caine lashes out at a chap called Lennard who had a rota of permanently employed studio film actors, none now famous, when he might have employed O'Toole, Connery, Frank Finlay, Terry Stamp, and of course Caine. Quite a few directors are (of course) discussed, and their quirks. Producers less so, and contractual details and such things as dubbing and foreign rights and videos and repeat fees and the general life-cycle of films hardly appear at all. He has a lot of amusing detail about the quirks of directors, which felt overdone to me—it's after all largely a technical job, and screaming and shouting seem inconsistent with worrying over the details of continuity and lighting and emotion.
I have a theory that some performers have a slight oddity which makes them stand out: Stallone has some sort of facial muscle inertia, Mitchum looked slightly red Indian, and so on. Caine has light blue eyes with what he calls a disease of the eyelids, making his eyes look a bit menacing. He says he practised staring, as he'd read somewhere that actors don't blink—probably good advice with films.
Caine's early films, and the 1960s of which there's a very colour supplementy description, made the greatest impression on him. In retrospect they're a bit small-scale compared with those of Sean Connery, for example. 'The Ipcress File' is a rather small-scale spy thing, as is 'Get Carter' (with the the multistorey car park, still talked of in Newcastle until its demolition). 'Alfie' had an abortion sub-plot—Caine's early films all had the element of violence which I think was helped by technological improvements—cameras were smaller and film faster, so places like rail stations and hotel foyers and views through car windows were easier to film. Caine however turned down Hitchcock's unpleasant Frenzy—he had a lifelong dislike of paid sex and related issues, which he dates to being shown a tit in exchange for a chocolate bar.
Judging by this book Caine had little interest in the technical details, confining his comments to the angles of shots and smog. There's stuff on such topics as dried camel dung in Sahara windstorms, Filipino poverty with sad young women used as prostitutes, Almeira and spaghetti westerns, Hollywood (the actual place) and its seediness, the new 'independence' of Nigeria and Uganda.
He seems to have had little idea of which films would be successful, and doesn't seem to have cared, since in the short term he was paid about the same amount. However he's a bit scathing about 'The Magus' and its author, and about his killer bees film (which incidentally must be one of the earliest uses of blue screens)—the one that wrecked his name in the USA. In the days before digital editing, film cutting was literally that; it must have taken forever.
The later parts of the book deal with Labour and high taxation—many people of 'talent' emigrated. And his Windsor house and departure to Los Angeles. And with his identifying his wife, a Kashmiri who appeared in a coffee TV advert and whom he tracked down—his write-up makes this sound quite an adventure, which, surely, can't have been the case, as he must have known how to locate actresses. Incidentally she is (or was) a Muslim and this may be related to Camoron's adoption of Caine for political purposes. And his connection with Langan's Brasserie. There's an account of 'Also Sprach Zarathustra' as the theme for 2001, the music borrowed by Stanley Kubrick from Elstree library, perhaps with 'The Blue Danube'. It occurs to me that some of the footage for the moon landings must have been Kubrick's work. Caine mentions nuclear weapons, the Vietnam War and other public events.
I have to be honest and say I didn't finish the book, as I regard many films as propagandist and/or silly and catchpenny, aimed at the proles. However it does appear to be authentic autobiographical work; there are a few minor errors suggesting no ghosting and light editing.
| Review of Jewish interest music Bob Dylan: Dylan on Dylan
Promo material with minimal info, July 15, 2010
Bob Dylan recorded, by my count, about 400 songs from, say, 1962 to 2008. Say one in six weeks. For my taste there are about 4 types—what might be called 'tales' (various people and the Jack of Hearts etc), a few perfunctory social comment, the intimate occasions type, both unaffectionate (Thin Man) and affectionate (Lay Lady Lay), and the meaningless but effective songs (Gates of Eden -'The motorcycle black madonna/ Two-wheeled gypsy queen).
Most or all of these thirty-one interviews coincide with tours, films, records; recently Dylan had an art exhibition but this postdates the final 2004 interview. They are all very polite- nobody says he's a disappointing ghastly little man, for example, to see what happens. All the background work—agents, contracts—is missing and it's impossible to know what information has been suppressed. The largest amount of data is about other musicians—notably early influences, and then musicians who accreted to him as became or was mad famous—and studio work, which he compared to working in a coal mine. He seems very generous about influences—there's quite a huge list of people he listened to. There's also quite a bit on poetry and writers—but whether deliberately or not it's a bit of a shambles—it's hard to believe Rimbaud, Byron, Shakespeare etc has any serious effect. It seemed possible to me he might have read Dylan Thomas—'petrol blind face to the wind', 'Bible black night' seem Bob Dylanesque. At any rate the words are the thing here and there's very little on his writing technique, if he has/had one. The impression given is he used a portable typewriter and because this is an effort left most of the words the way they emerged. He doesn't seem to have ever designed songs in the sense of selecting some emotion or reaction or outlook, and trying to embody it in works, reworking it to make it more or less subtle.
I'm sure Dylan fans will buy this book and similar ones, and they are I suppose right to do so, but the nutritional content isn't very satisfactory—whether he has unrevealed depths, or basically is just another entertainer, who knows?
| Review of Media: BBC interest Carla Lane: Someday I'll Find Me: Carla Lane's Autobiography
Disappointingly thin: romantic haze plus umbilical link with the BBC desert, 21 Sep 2010
Published 2006. Quite a short book for an autobiography. Born in 1937 as (I think) Carla Barrack; I think her dad (Da?) was Italian. Her life was scriptwriting, plus her animal welfare work. Only two of 36 chapters consider her childhood and life up to about 30: her earlier life is almost entirely omitted. It must have been a bit of a mixture; she has a love for Liverpool and its people and its—arguably—decayed scruffiness, but preferred to spend her life in rather more upmarket surroundings.
Her main writing achievements were the Liver Birds (1969-79—jointly written), Butterflies (78-82) and Bread (86-91). If I've read the book correctly, for most of this time she had a 'relationship' with a BBC producer, who is kept entirely anonymous (and unphotographed) throughout the book. It's impossible to guess whether there was an effect analogous to the casting couch. I suspect the episodic approach has affected her entire writing style; typical chapters are about six pages, and one feels they are designed for careful reading, taking about five minutes per page (or four, allowing for advertising in overseas sales). There is almost nothing on her writing techniques and ideas and approaches, which is disappointing, nor on fan mail, reviews, or other feedback.
She got into scriptwriting with a female friend (there are a few photos of them both, with top-heavy late 1960s hairstyles) when they wrote from Liverpool to the Head of Comedy (with capitals) in London, submitting a Monty Pythonesque bit of writing. This could not have been earlier than about 1970, when she was about 33. They took a train to London, and were commissioned to write about girls sharing a flat. This sounds very much like a female version of the 'Likely Lads' (64-66), one character being essentially risk-taking and slightly adventurous and assertive, the other more plodding and respectably middle-class. So the viewers can admire the bold one, but be mentally reassured by the other. It must have been felt to be a sound formula—it lasted ten years. (Americans and others might like to know the 'Liver Bird' is a sculpture on top of a Liverpool building, famous locally for having been removed the day before German bombs dropped. It's now known Churchill was aware the bombing was about to happen). The woman singer of the Eurythmics (from Durham I think) discovered from this series that it was possible to share a flat in London—so maybe it had a powerful effect, in the same way that travel programmes on Spain had influence.
Butterflies was for my taste an agonisingly prolonged will-they-do-it series, then will-they-do-it-again, with romanticised off-screen once-off adultery. Bread, for my taste, was also an agonisingly prolonged series about Liverpudlians who were meant to be witty, characterful, wise in their own way, quirky, and all the rest of it. They seemed stupid, grasping, dishonest, ordinary in most senses, repetitive, and without many redeeming features. But, hey, the BBC liked them. Probably they fell in with the BBC's ideas of provincials: the BBC archives have insulting 'documentary' films from the 50s and 60s—black and white and filmed with orange filters to make the brickwork stand out, blokes in flat caps on bikes, women scrubbing their front steps, and casual BBC acceptance of their unemployment.
Carla Lane was flown out to Los Angeles, in about 1980 I suppose, and like others—Billy Connolly, Johnny Speight (see my Private Eye review), Rowan Atkinson I think, and for that matter Aldous Huxley—found the godawful conveyor belt of garbage not to her taste, though she can't convincingly explain why not.
Carla Lane seems—as one imagines a great many media people regarded as creative or talented—entirely oblivious or ignorant of one main point of the mass media, its brainwashing or propaganda function.
Quite a bit of this book concerns animals and animal suffering. Bertie Russell commented once that film stars had glory, but the House Un-American Activities Committee had power. It's striking how little influence people like the McCartneys and sundry animal rights people have (Brigitte Bardot isn't mentioned, but could have been). I wonder if Carla Lane is involved with anti-Halal and anti-kosher activity, if there is any? Almost certainly not. There must be limits to heartache. I'll give the last words to an evolutionary biologist: '.. it is reasonable to suppose that people who are prone to developing close relationships are more likely than average to be exploitable in this manner. [I.e. 'manipulation by pets of evolved systems designed to underlie close human relationships (Archer 1997)'. This] .. fits well with the proposal that romantic love and attachments are more typical of western societies..'
Nick Mason: Inside Out - A Personal History of Pink Floyd
Well-written and partially informative 2007
Mason's book is well-written (and in effect co-written by other band members objecting to this or that) but a bit bloodless. Mason omits a lot of things—how much money they made, sexual shenanigans, security problems, fallings-out, his motor racing, and just day-to-day life when they were famous. So in response I'll miss out quite a bit of his book, and concentrate on the early years and The Dark Side of the Moon which made them—without that LP I doubt they'd have achieved much.
There's an almost complete absence of any suggestion they were influenced by world events: lots of photos of the holiday snap type, nothing on nukes or the Vietnam War. They conform to the idea that surrealism is a by-product of censorship during dangerous times; if serious discussion is taboo or threatened, artistic oddities may emerge. Later, their Second World War material (in The Wall ) is entirely conventional. There's a song about mercenaries (The Dogs of War). And that's about it.
'Underground London' suddenly appeared (pp 55, 56) in the 1960s, when they met, or some of them met, when training to be architects—useful background for elaborate sound (and film) set construction. They decided to try to form a 'group' as these were called at the time. Being all-male and hairy and writing their own music, mostly songs, may have been taken for granted. Mason was voted, or selected, or tossed a coin, and appointed drummer. He writes that a drum-kit is one of the few acoustic instruments left in recorded pop, complete with rattles and vibrations (surely this must be wrong?) As they got into their stride, we hear of Syd Barrett, and making money from 'gigs', and recording studios—West Hampstead, and Abbey Road in north London, where the Beatles turned up to work; and privately-owned studios, such as Roger Waters', where presumably they could work all hours without having to book. And, with luck, buy equipment to write off some tax. There's an account (144-6) of Ron Geesin's Notting Hill basement, which sounds an incredibly organised subterranean chaos of 8-track tape machines and tape segments, hard-to-manage session players, accompanied by banjo and harmonium. Queen's members in London grew up with post-war do-it-yourself gadgetry—valve amplifiers, parts assembled with aid of circuit diagrams, and so on—and I think something like this happened with Pink Floyd. They experimented with pre-laser lighting and projection effects, some with dangerously wobbly spinning mirrors. The university circuit 'mushroomed'; Mason doesn't speculate on such topics as paper money booms and inflation. I remember seeing them: their projected slide, with coloured oils, was too cold to work properly.
Page 125 has an interesting account of musical structure; we might perhaps compare Klee taking a line for a walk, the composition evolving by erasing some bits, emphasising others; or the use of blots or sponges loaded with pigment as a basis for landscape pictures: '.. Instead of the standard song structure .. verses, choruses, middle eight and bridge.. and in contrast to.. the more improvised pieces, it was carefully constructed. .. classical music convention of three movements. .. With no knowledge of scoring, .. we invented our own hieroglyphics.' Mason doesn't discuss (for example) what a 'note' is, or what a 'tune' is, as distinct from random notes—something to do with short-term memory, and the ear's structure, maybe? I can't help wondering whether most auditors notice a 'structure'; what makes some structures successful? Could a supreme artist invent a new structure with each piece?
As to the modern problem of mixing sounds and instruments: '.. Some prefer an.. ensemble feel ... At other times it may benefit a piece to have one clear solo voice, instrument or sound riding above everything else. .. David and Rick felt more comfortable with a purely musical solution. Roger and I were drawn towards experimenting with the balances.. Chris Thomas.. did it the way he thought sounded right. ..' (178). Some of their effects depended on the then-new stereo sound and other recording artefacts: an 'azimuth co-ordinator' rather like modern software-controlled sound motion; quietness and loudness in Careful with that Axe; 'weird fluxing tape loops'; wine glasses. Mason has amusing accounts of sound effects libraries ('The Overstuffed Closet.. opening a cupboard from which all kinds of paraphernalia could be heard falling out') and hardware (Bell pianos, Hammond organs, clavinets, timpani, gongs, triangles, temple bells and wind machines).
The Dark Side of the Moon was years in gestation. At the end of 1968, their third single failed. They 'ordained themselves' an albums-only concern. Meddle perhaps kept them going, until The Dark Side of the Moon was 'released' in 1973 in the UK and USA. In (I think) 1972 the band members got together: Waters had an outline, and fragments on tape. But no coherent theme. 'As we talked, the subject of stress emerged as a common thread, although.. it was, in fact, one of the most stable periods in our domestic lives. ... we assembled a list of the difficulties and pressures of modern life... Deadlines, travel, the stress of flying, the lure of money, a fear of dying, .. the problems of mental stability... Armed with this list Roger went off to continue working on the lyrics. .. this felt like a considerably more constructive way of working' [than the previous 'rather piecemeal approach'].
The music 'evolved', around the words. (Or 'lyrics'—I suppose the expression helps define which words). ... 'This gave Roger the opportunity to see any musical or lyrical gaps...' An early version written and was recorded throughout 1972. Mason describes, over a few pages, each of the tracks. Incidentally the main vocals seem to have been sung by Roy Harper. SPEAK TO ME '.. an overture.. A taster.. Constructed from cross fades.' The 'heartbeat' effect was from a very soft beater on a padded bass drum. The increasing chord was a piano chord held for more than a minute, played backwards. BREATHE 'represented the first half of an experiment in reusing the same melody for two songs...' ON THE RUN '... an instrumental bridge.. with an EMS SynthiA' for the bubbling sound. And 'we also ran riot in the EMI sound effects library..' TIME The introduction was recorded in an antique shop ... chimes, ticks and alarms'. And tunable roto-toms. THE GREAT GIG IN THE SKY Rick Wright's keyboard with vocals by Clair Torry. MONEY Dick Parry on tenor sax. With one (or more?) tape loops, including pennies jingling on a string, coins in a bowl, and sound effect cash registers. The drink being slurped to illustrate consumerism was in fact paper being torn. And so on. Page 175 discusses the snippets of speech, added just before the final assembly. 'Roger drafted a series of questions about madness, violence and mortality.. We invited.. the crew, the engineers, other musicians.. to read each card and then simply give their answers into a microphone. .. Gerry O'Driscoll, the Irish doorman, was the undoubted star. ..'
It's curious how little idea Mason and the others had of its sales potential (35 million, says Mason; one in twenty of all English speakers, allowing for new generations??) His list of reasons includes 'strong, powerful songs' with clear, simple words; the idea of pressures of modern life; guitar and keyboard work; session players; state of the art quality stereo; packaging—they didn't bother to look at cover designs after the prism-on-black; and he says it was great to make love to, without saying why. He underplays the wailing, scared-sounding woman—perhaps for legal reasons, as she sued them. And doesn't say anything about the melancholy feel, which must have filled many a dismal bedsit.
| Review of Fascinating Inbuilt Assumptions of Simple Advocates Geoffrey Robertson QC & Andrew Nicol, QC: Media Law (4th edn; Penguin Books; 1984-2002)
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How to Get Away with Things ... BUT only if you're politically correct 5th April 2014
Read between the lines to understand the Jewish menace within a corrupt legal system.
Media Law exams for journalists exist; perhaps surprisingly—one would have imagined the hacks simply get their stuff 'legalled' on a more or less ad hoc basis. Judging by Amazon reviews, some books on this ill-defined subject are legally-based, and dry; this one is slanted to how to get away with things, claims an Amazon quotation, though the writer of that phrase seems to have no idea of the conventions now in place to ensure, mostly, that the Jewish world-view is barely mentioned and never criticised. Robertson & Nichol include jokes and commentaries partly as relief, partly to insert PC comments. These remarks remind me slightly of explanatory books pointing out puzzling features of the Building Regulations.
My 2002 copy (30p from a market; the newer edition should include e.g. Leverson's 'Inquiry', and presumably the birth of Youtube and advent of RT) shows that both Robertson and Nichol are or were in Doughty Street Chambers; see my highly unimpressed review of Robertson as a joint author in the Putney Debates (above). Nicol for three years was 'chair of the Immigration Law Practitioners' Association'. I would guess that one of Penguin's motives for publication was to continue the secret Jewish policy of (among other things) flooding Europe with immigrants; I wonder what the legal status of this book is: it's perfectly possible it's laughed at or disregarded by other lawyers, something I noticed happened to another Penguin law book. The competence of the two authors is difficult to assess.
The contents list is: 1 Freedom of Expression/ 2 The Human Rights Act/ 3 Defamation/ 4 Obscenity; Blasphemy and Race Hatred/ 5 Privacy and Confidence/ 6 Copyright/ 7 Contempt of Court/ 8 Reporting the Courts/ 9 Reporting Lesser Courts and Tribunals/ 10 Reporting Parliaments, Assemblies and Elections/ 11 Reporting Whitehall [this seems to have been updated to 'Reporting Executive Government']/ 12 Reporting Local Government/ 13 Reporting Business/ 14 Media Self-Regulation/ 15 Censorship of Films, Video [DVDs added later]/ 16 Broadcasting Law. There's an alphabetical-by-plaintiff list of cases which of course provides much of the amusing material. Also statutes, and statutory instruments (the latter are more or less made up by governments, and as far as I know are undebated in Parliament: Planning Law has bookshelves of these). And an index, collected under relevant rubrics: 'Defamation' has the longest list of index entries, I think. There's an entire page of references to the 'European Convention on Human Rights', which is regarded as a sort of keystone or central focus. The processes by which events to be judged are categorised are unclear, as I suppose must be the case in rather simple-minded law books. Experienced legal practitioners decide which law(s) to pick on, which categories to include or exclude, and where the money flows go: a murder of a white by a black (for example) at present leads to intensive secret discussion on how to exclude the race element, how to minimise publicity, how to intimidate whites, and how to maximise money for lawyers. The entire process of agitation for legislation is omitted, as in (four examples), the extension of public handouts to immigrants, the promotion of anal sex, the long-drawn out farce around Stephen Lawrence, and the censorship of statistics on race.
Media students who aren't very computer-familiar might investigate desk-top search computer programs, which are good at plucking keywords from vast amounts of legislation stored as computer files..
Examination shows (as expected) that the book accepts, or in fact assumes without any discussion, all the PC-Frankfurt school nonsense. There's the 'democracy' mythology: "The European Convention on Human Rights has now been ratified by all 41 Member States of the Council of Europe" (p 36) as though that was a democratic action. (Human Rights legislation, a notorious money-making scheme for lawyers, plays a large part in this book). Blasphemy (p 215) has 'a law that protects only Christian sensibilities..' which of course is nonsense, as laws supposedly about race are designed in practice to exclude comment on the Talmud. The authors approve entirely of NUJ censorship of e.g. race violence, and Muslim sex with underage white girls: 'race is not to be reported 'unless directly relevant' is the mantra. The authors seem to have no objection to anti-French and anti-German and anti-white headlines in for example the 'Sun'. (For US readers, this is a cheap junk publication with a Jewish policy of censoring war atrocities, war results and motives, truths about immigration, and for that matter truths about the Third World. Recently (early 2014) an ex-editor, Kelvin Mackenzie, said, with exquisite hypocrisy, that editors who suppressed such information should "hang their heads in shame"). There are statements which are simple lies: 'right to trial by jury' (in fact this did not exist in WW1 etc, 'section 18' in WW2. 'The open justice system is now firmly embedded ... [in the US and Canada]' Really? Some statements are gaspingly absurd: (p 599, on international law) 'The international Covenant for Civil and Political Rights provides that: "(1) 'Any propaganda for war should be prohibited by law' ..."
Page 605 hates MI5 for investigating 'youthful idealists' Peter Mandelson, Jack Straw, Harriet Harman, Patricia Hewitt, all I think Jewish communists with an interest in buggering children and increasing immigration except into Israel. Idealists? Maybe. An item that interested me on p. 217 was this comment: Dowager Lady Birdwood .. 'old and rabid racist ... convicted for distributing anti-Semitic propaganda'. Her main publication Anti-Gentilism: The Longest Hatred has an account of the Bank of England as Jewish, which may or may not be true, but Robertson and Nicol aren't interested. Jewish media ownership is not mentioned or discussed anywhere in this book. Another of my interests, censorship of American atrocities during the Vietnam War, which of course were censored by all the Jewish media, gets no mention. In fact, there is no reason to believe any serious issue in this book is factually true. This is in accordance with Jewish 'ethics' of course.
Looking at this book from the viewpoint of someone with a practical decision to take, I wondered how useful this book is to a creative and inquisitive writer or video maker. Without pretending to go into immense detail I made a list of fairly serious real-world examples to see how helpful this book might be:–
• Example 1: Economics: how much does it cost to sue and be sued? At what point are people likely to take such a risk? What are the facts about damages, costs, 'disbursements', fines?
• Example 2: Charities: if a charity is obviously a fraud in any normal sense, is it legal to say so?
• Example 3: Scientific Doubt: How much can be said about such things as fluoridation, accusations about diesel exhaust and other particulates produced during combustion?
• Example 4: The BBC: if the BBC for example systematically suppressed all mention of atrocities during a war, can they be forced to remake programmes seriously?
• Example 5: Religion: Can the BBC be made to take seriously the vicious race and outgroup written comments in the Torah and Quran and other writings?
• Example 6: Pederasty: Can suspicions (where there have been cover-ups) be reported?
• Example 7: Is it legal to (for example) display images of rectal damage and disease caused by anal sex, in anti-homosexual works?
• Example 8: In BBC and other film in about 2005, a couple was shown throwing darts at a political open-air interview. Is it legal to try to identify them publically?
• Example 9: Doubts have been cast on nuclear power stations: is there any way to legally obtain measurements of actual power outputs of the supposed power stations?
• Example 10: In view of the intensive spying by Jews, can evidence be forced of commercial spying?
1 Economics: The chapter on defamation has most of the meat on costs, described as 'enormous'. The section on 'Who Can Sue?' emphasises that the important question is Who Can Sue? with comments on unions, the very rich, and large organisations. In fact, presumably, the well-known cases must be far less frequent than relatively minor cases. There's a bit on tactics ('Paying in' on page 79 can be good) but the facts about damages, costs, 'disbursements', fines and their timing are not clear. A problem here is the obvious bias of Robertson and Nicol: they see themselves as promoting Jewish causes, and refuse to take an honest view. Thus we have 'exemplary damages': Captain Broome's 'wartime convoy' against David Irving; Tolstoy's war crime accusations about Yugoslavs sent to their deaths. A 'media studies' student will find little help on these rather important issues. It's generally difficult to find out legal costs in cases from family law to awards to prisoners etc; Media Law does not help with this issue.
2 Charities: Robertson & Nicol make some good points here, but only as regards well-known information on their sheer numbers, and their tax advantages and poor regulation. (Private Hospital in Britain on this website has material on educational and hospital charities with large assets). As far as I know charities now are exempt from Freedom of Information enquiries; they can keep their secrets. They appear to be legally permitted to pay out only from interest, not from donations—unsurprisngly, this fact goes unmentioned. Many 'charities' are Jewish propaganda organisations. They say 'the entire field is a fertile one for exposure journalism' which perhaps ought to be true, but isn't; the situation has been scandalous for decades. Media Law has only three pages on the subject.
3 & 9 Scientific Doubts: How does a reporter go about reporting fluoridation, climate change, AIDS, nuclear radiation? Robertson & Nichols show an amusing absence of helpful comment here. In the same way that advertisers wrestle with such issues as nudity or swearing, but are hopelessly ignorant about factual matters, this book has vast commentaries on issues apart from scientific and factual material. The 'AIDS virus', 'nuclear weapons' and the Atomic Energy Act, in Media Law make it obvious that, as regards windfarms and pollution and climate change and space rockets, "My learned friend" and similar phrases are something of a bad joke. The appointment of judges to chair inquiries, with a range of 'expert witnesses', goes comfortably with Jewish/establishment wishes. I can see no useful material in Media Law helpful to reporters of programme-makers.
4 The BBC: My question on BBC lies as institutional memory - i.e. something that has gone on for decades - is of course part of establishment policy. However, as the Holohoax lies continue to unfold, there will be moves to reform the BBC. Media Law says nothing helpful about the present BBC hierarchy and whether its workings can be elucidated, or about the BBC's charter and the way it has been ignored. Another example: the BBC covered up Muslim 'grooming' as a deliberate policy; Ann Clwyd MP and others had been ignored for years. (In 2013, a Freedom of Information request was made to the BBC to reveal the costs of covering up Muslim 'grooming' of white girls, and of carrying out a campaign to prosecute Nick Griffin for telling the truth. There is no hint that I could find that Robertson & Nicol would be the slightest use).
5: Religion, Jews, and Muslims: The BBC has never broadcast anything serious on Jewish beliefs and practice. And ditto with Islam. Despite having a religious broadcasting section. Media Law doesn't even recognise the issue.
6 & 7: Pederasty: Can suspicions (where there have been cover-ups) be reported? Media Law of course has accounts of trials in defamation cases but fails to address the issue of institutional concealment of under-age buggery and child abuse. They are scarcely indexed. Media students might look at more recent copies of this and other books on Jimmy Savile. But it is clearly BBC policy under its Jewish head to conceal this. (It seems child sex is accepted by Jewish 'holy' books). So I would have little hope that Media Law would be anything other than evasive and polysyllabic. As to the question whether images of rectal damage and disease caused by anal sex, as maybe photographs or large paintings, would be accepted as educational. I doubt Media Law would be much of a guide through the oddities of the legal system.
8: BBC's censorship of allegedly bona-fide protestors: Certainly since the 1960s, and very probably since its foundation, the BBC has broadcast demonstrators, claqueurs, dangerous activists, Jewish liars, and audience plants, with no identification. Is it legal to try to identify such people publically? Good question, which Media Law doesn't even recognise, since the BBC's Jewish policies are implicitly approved by Robertson & Nicol. Their vocabulary 'extreme right', 'paedophile', 'homophobe', 'Macpherson Report ... Stephen Lawrence murder ... identifying ... '"institutional racism" ... rife in the Metropolitan police' invariably aligns with Jewish propaganda.
10: Jews and Spying: The whole issue of state secrecy, spies, secrecy assigned to (for example) nuclear issues is barely mentioned by Media Law, as of course is to be expected. The Spycatcher book prosecution is taken seriously despite the lack of anything substantial in that book. The issue of Jewish subversion, in wars and politics, of course is unmentioned, since it doesn't conform to their Jewish agenda: it's not clear for example what the legal status of 'D notices' is, if they have one. It's entirely possible the IRA had Jewish false flag connections; it's entirely possible Thatcher's role was to get British public assets into Jewish control; it's entirely possible the interception of messages is used for financial spying by Jews. (The word 'conspiracy' is not even indexed).
The only investigative media work in Media Law is on Frankfurt School lines—damage white society by subversion, legal lies and chaos, mass immigration, use of Jewish worthless paper money to finance harmful activities. Some of the rights in the book include the 'need to protect the privacy ... mental hospital records of criminals' and concealing the identities of murderers. The issues are undoubtedly difficult: Should prisoners be allowed to be interviewed by journalists? Should journalists' sources be kept secret? Should bodyguards, employees, servants be unable to publish? But in every case Robertson and Nicol fail to raise issues relevant to white Britons: what about school pupils who disrupt; why should other pupils be forced to suffer? Why should immigrants get priority in housing? Why should free speech about Jews and others be stopped?
I found a few interesting comments in this book: in the 'film censorship' section, I noted a 1926 public scandal over an unnamed film, showing 'white girls and men of other races', a popular theme in the Jewish racist mindset. There's a general view that the 'Frankfurt School' were cunning Jews developing master plans, but it's more likely that they simply tested public reactions and made lists based on these, now almost forgotten, events. One of the constant themes is the naivety of officialdom: Donaldson is quoted as saying 'the media are the eyes and ears of the general public', an almost comical remark. Part of that illusion is kept up by internal feedback: both the ASA ('Advertising Standards Association') and PCC ('Press Complaints Commission') are funded by the advertising and newspaper 'industries' respectively, which of course largely explains their non-effectiveness and biases. And also something people have noticed: advertisements showing miscegenation. The DTI ('Department of Trade and Industry') holds hearings in secret; it may (it's uncertain from Media Law which dates it from 1932) have been started to investigate Jewish dealings during the First World War and appears to have operated at a low level of usefulness ever since. Another interesting if not very credible statement (on p.258) is that the printer of a newspaper is 'currently liable for every libel it contains' which I would guess is used as a final sanction by Jews.
Another amusing remark was that, in relation to September 11 2001, '.. western intelligence failed to anticipate the event..' though it doesn't say whether Israel is counted as 'western'. Generally, telling lies is considered, in accordance with Jewish beliefs, as recommended where it benefits Jews. The entire text of Media Law ignores damage caused by false flags, by secretly-incited wars, by science frauds which make money, and by continued massive frauds of the holohoax type.
One fascinating takeaway impression of this book is law as a charade of actors, almost indifferent to the outcomes of their activities, like cocooned vicars or paid barkers, secure in their bailiwicks. It's unsurprising that honest-minded persons feel an aversion to the law, or that it is populated by people who are in it to direct goodies to their own groups. How much more incentive there is to do that.
As regards writers, authors, radio and video makers, this book has nothing that I could find on contracts, risky contacts, and broken contracts; name-changing, anonymity, and false names (all of interest to analysts of Jews; is name changing a deception?) or on what legal force disclaimers of the 'all characters are fictional...' type really have.
WARNING to young people thinking of media studies: propaganda and deception is an interesting and legitimate and important subject. Whether you will get any of this in media studies is, however, unlikely. Be prepared to find censorship wherever you look, your qualifications to be laughed at, and to be forced to join unions with no respect for truth. Don't imagine the official presentation of the system is genuine. Remember Charlene Downs (died 2003), Kriss Donald (died 2004), mass murders in the USSR, mass murders in Vietnam, all under permanent censorship by British media. Remember the circulations of many news sources are in steady decline. Maybe newer editions of this and other books will have material on Internet and e-book publishing, but in view of the dependence on precedent all these areas are likely to be uncertain for years.
|Edmund Connelly: Jew-aware film critic
15th January 2014
Edmund Connelly (yes, 'e' in Connelly) as far as I know is an Internet-only film critic, posting occasional pieces in such online sites as the Occidental Observer, Counter-Currents, and the Historical Review Press. I don't know of any specific Jew-aware TV critics; there are some individual pieces—Kevin MacDonald on All in the Family, for example—but perhaps the deluge is simply too great and the topics too widespread and complex.
I don't think Edmund Connelly's material is collected in one place. Interested people might use a search engine on his name plus a film title or actor: Unstoppable, Remember the Titans, Morgan Freeman, Leonardo di Caprio. Rosario Dawson, Arbitrage, The Wolf of Wall Street, Django Unchained, The Taking of Pelham 123, Margin Call, Sophie's Choice, Schindler's List, The Piano, Christmas Evil are a few titles and actors I noticed in passing.
Connelly is good on the ubiquity of Jewish messages, which have so far been unnoticed by most whites: it's likely the anti-white material struck them as alternative, or carrying a frisson of criticism. Whereas most of it is intentionally misleading and fraudulent.