Quotes / Unfortunate Implications

Fiction

We're back. And I think we're in Itsuki's house. What bothers me though is that Mikuru, who's been carried here by Itsuki, looks like she's just gotten out of the bath. Maybe we're supposed to think that she was given a bath by Itsuki while she was unconscious? You've got to be kidding me! Then this would be the point where anyone's doubt turns into a white hot rage, building into a desire to kill. But for now, I will not give it much thought, doing away with all the emotions that might be bubbling up. We are, after all, just watching a movie with actors playing characters. This isn't reality, right?

Creators

'Oh, by the way,' he said, 'what do you call yourselves?' Well, we looked at him and Mister Stephen J. Butts here looked at Kenny Greengrass from New York City when asked 'what do you call yourselves' and said:
'The Clansmen.'
Kenny turned absolutely white. And Butts said:
'With a C. With a C!'
And Kenny looked at us white as a sheet - whoa, bad analogy! - and said, "Not with a C, not with a P, not with a Q, you're not the Clansmen! Now go get another name, we gotta have something to put on this demo."
...
So we came back and we looked at Kenny with big smiles on our faces and said, "You're right. We're not the Clansmen, we're the Highwaymen."
He says, "Wonderful, from a bunch of rednecks to a band of robbers. You guys are gonna go far."
Steve Trott of The Highwaymen

Reviews

There's probably no way to rethink this material without throwing it all away.
Pauline Kael on Lost Horizon

That is how we will heal our racial and socioeconomic differences: by separating ourselves. If only we could institute some kind of 'segregation' where all of us could be with our own kind, none of this unpleasantness would happen.

Horrific implications time! *porn music*

In 1966, when most black people in the U.S. couldn’t even be assured of their voting rights because the Civil Rights war was still being fought, a New York Jew was writing about a brilliant black biochemist hanging out with the Avengers.

So let’s jump ahead forty goddamn years. What do the heirs and stewards of Stan’s many creations decide to do with a groundbreaking character like Bill Foster, in their story about the ever-present tension between freedom and security?

Why, a lily-white evil Norse uebermenschen blows his heart out with a bolt of lightning!"''

The one character labeled 'wife' is raped and murdered. Two out of three of the characters labeled 'father' kill each other after reuniting with their estranged sons. And the one woman labeled 'divorcee' is revealed to be a violent psychopath. Whenever she engages in or discusses this violent psychopathic behavior, the comic always shows us a close-up of a magazine cover picturing her, with the words 'On Divorce' printed big. There’s oh so much more.

The most obvious worrying aspect of the production is that it seems that every black person in Harlem, the Caribbean or New Orleans is involved somehow in the big bad’s evil plans. In fact, during a boat chase near the climax of the film, we’re shown that there are literally dozens of goons just sitting around on the rivers of Louisiana, waiting to be instructed to hunt down and kill errant British agents. If Bond randomly gets into a taxi, the black driver is a double agent.

The fact that the story can be summarized as 'the TARDIS is hijacked by a bunch of black men because the Doctor let a woman drive' is, to say the least, unfortunate.

The finish was infuriating to me ... it was even at one fall apiece and then, at the end ... Kidd and Cesaro have it won all of a sudden Xavier Woods pulls Kofi out of the ring and then ... rolls up one of them, you know, rolls him up hiding his face. The referee looks, sees a black man pinning one of the other guys, counts the three, New Day wins. I'm not minimising when I say he turns around and sees a black man pinning a guy. Because apparently all black people look the same, because Xavier Woods just runs in and pins the guy, and so the referee looks over and he goes "Hmm, black" and just counts three. Nice, very nice.

"All those who feel that stereotypes aren't an issue when creating fictional groups for game purposes are free to take part in playtests for my new game Sambo: The RPG of Stealing Chickens and Eating Watermelons.''"
— JellyRoll Baker, on the subject of why one needs to be careful when dealing with Fantasy Counterpart Cultures.

Extrapolating from the trailer (which is what trailers are for), No Escape is the heroic struggle of a white man to defend his white woman and white girls from filthy foreigners. Every single one of them, apparently. When they printed the script for No Escape, the pages got whiter. If No Escape's mentality was any more ancient it would have been a better movie, because the white family sailing off the edge of the world would have run into "Here, There Be Dragons" and found some potatoes.

"I think I get the message of the story. Christianity is good, and most, if not all, women are evil skanks who should die. And so do anyone else who celebrate any other religion. And bands that are supposedly "evil". And women in power, gays, and those who have disabilities.

"That is one fucked-up message."
— From Arcadiarika's liveblog of The Evil Gods I

"It dehumanizes men by portraying them as immature schlubs whose biology renders them incapable of any form of emotional connection. It dehumanizes women by putting them on a pedestal, holding them to impossible standards and then accusing them of having special advantages that they actually don't. It trivializes male-to-female transsexualism by turning it into escapism for men who want to have pillow fights, and erases female-to-male transsexualism because it's not fun. Most ironically, by adhering so rigidly to sexist stereotypes, it just perpetuates the same men-who-like-knitting-are-pathetic-fags attitude that inspired the whole thing to begin with. Just to rub it in, it later turns out that feminists are evil.

Basically, no matter what your gender or your sexuality, this comic treats you like shit."

"One thing I noticed as I systematically eliminated women from the Old West was that no one really cared. In Red Dead, if you shoot a woman in front of witnesses, you only get a $5 bounty on your head and I think $4.79 of that is from noise complaints. Women are such third class citizens that you'll get more of a hassle out of someone if you kill his chicken than if you kill his wife."
Seanbaby, "6 Things Red Dead Redemption Taught Me About (Hating) Women"

I am perpetually waiting for the day when the NFL says to the general public, “Okay, we know this whole Jacksonville thing was good for a laugh. For real though, we’re putting them in Tokyo now.” The Jaguars cannot be saved until they’ve been destroyed...What difference does it make, man? You’re in Jacksonville and you’re gonna die. No wonder the Jaguars made this their rallying cry.

Let’s get out there and NOT get fisted, guys.
Drew Magary, "Why Your Team Sucks 2015!: Jacksonville Jaguars"

The finale seems to negate all the messages of the movie, and offers up one that's so ugly in its worldview that it borders on offensive. (Spoiler alert! as they say.) Jason's prize for completing all tasks is a big check for $100 million. (Yes, they print up a cashier's check for the full amount so Jason can hold it and we can all see it, because that's how this movie works.) He then donates all that cash to build a memorial hospital for dying kids in [the dead Littlest Cancer Patient]'s name. After he does, it's revealed, "Brewster's Millions"-style, that Jason passed the final test and will receive "The Ultimate Gift," which turns out to be billions of dollars. And suddenly everything's great for Jason.
Um, hey, how about this instead: you make an inspirational movie about healing and growth, and at the end, the gift is something internal, like being nice to people or not being a jackass anymore. That's a message worth hearing. Having your hero wind up a billionaire suggests we should all do good things solely in the hope of landing a monetary reward. Ugh.
I don't think that was the movie's intent, of course, but still. How utterly, hopelessly horrid. Then again, what would you expect? Here's a movie that forces people to learn lessons, instead of letting them figure things out. When Jason arrives at "the gift of giving," it's not because he realizes how important it is to help others - it's because he's told he has one month to give away a big stack of cash.