In an era when a serious political discussion with those of differing viewpoints is nearly impossible, when attention spans have been reduced to sound bites of 30 seconds or less cut and sold for Instagram and Twitter, film remains one of the only mediums capable of piercing the cloud of anger, distrust, and myopia that hangs over our nation and seeps into every aspect of our lives. Conservatives working themselves up into a frenzy to stop the screening of perhaps the only mainstream Hollywood film that will ever give any level of credence to their beliefs is not only counterproductive but decidedly anti-American.
Ideologies distinguish themselves by their performance, hiding their bland sameness beneath. The Democrats signal their virtue and commitment to environmental causes, then lobby for the industries that pollute. Donald Trump garners his support not because of his record as a public servant, but as an icon of America who sends a message. The Chinese Communist Party reaffirms its commitment to socialism, then pushes for market liberalization. Islamic extremists demand a return to the ancient ways of living, but make videogame-inspired music videos out of their massacres. Boring debates won’t solve anything anymore — if you want to defeat Islam, replace it with something more glamorous.
Coca-Cola, the massive international beverage consortium best known for its 1985 “New Coke” failure in the midst of the American coke epidemic, naturally says that serving sizes and dieting are not to blame for the health crisis; they say that Americans must simply exercise more. While stating that the sedentary hungry, hungry hippos that constitute two thirds of American adults require more exercise is certainly valid, Coca-Cola’s position that fast food and serving sizes are not an issue is—excuse my bluntness—bullshit.
A year ago, rapper, producer and fashion icon Tyler The Creator released his sensational album, Flower Boy awing a new generation of music lovers with its innovative and unique sound. Day one listeners of Tyler were given his most cohesive album yet, and new listeners were shown a side of Tyler that’s always been in his music, but has been hidden by Tyler’s layered of edginess and overlooked by media hit pieces. Now, having attended a live show and made use of a full year to digest the album, I’m able to give the in depth review this album deserves.
The little pink box sits innocently on the break room table. One look inside can melt all willpower.