Frank Bruni, NY Times columnist, inadvertently illustrates the difficulty of staying on script when employed by the Obama Press Office. Here he is with an interesting column that, superficially, is a movie review that has nothing to do with politics:
Joaquin Phoenix stars as a man in love with the operating system for his smartphone-esque device, a sexy Siri that — or should I say who? — tells him not only when he has mail but what a terrific male he is, and does this in Scarlett Johansson’s come-hither coo. There was much fuss recently over the decision that Johansson was ineligible for the Golden Globes: Should a disembodied voice’s contribution be regarded as any less real than a visible, palpable person’s? The debate echoed questions in the movie itself, which was written and directed by Spike Jonze and was just named the best picture of 2013 by both the National Board of Review and (in a tie with “Gravity”) the Los Angeles Film Critics Association.
OK. But the real drama (OK, comedy) is here:
It’s a parable of narcissism in the digital world, which lets you sprint to the foreground of everything, giving you an audience or the illusion of one. To monitor Facebook or Twitter right after Nelson Mandela’s death last week was to be struck by how many people weren’t so much passing along the news as laying claim to it: Here’s what I thought of him. Here’s when I intersected with him. Here’s the personal reverberation.
As John Hayward said, "Little did Nelson Mandela dream that he'd be in a cell where Barack Obama would one day stand for a photo op."
REAL MEN OF HOLLYWOOD GENIUS: Wait a second - they signed Scarlett Johansson for a move and didn't put her on screen?