Dumb, Yes, But Fashionable
From the world of cinema and pretentious agonising:
The world is big and different people will be interested in different things, but this seems like a really stupid thing to think about for more than two seconds https://t.co/qWAKhVNMKG
— wanye (@wanyeburkett) June 20, 2025
The implications of Mr Boyle’s modish piety, presumably unintended yet implied nonetheless, are explored quite pithily in the replies.
Among which, the implication that white writers and directors should only concern themselves with suitably pale-skinned characters, carefully excluding non-white characters, and non-white actors, lest they appropriate or colonise something or other.
Likewise, the implication that a white person couldn’t possibly comprehend the inner life of a brown person – these magical, put-upon beings – which itself rather implies that white audiences needn’t turn up to films in which non-white people appear prominently. Due to their alleged incomprehensibility.
Strange basis for a global film industry, if you ask me. But there we are.
Update, via the comments:
Previously in the world of pretentious agonising:
Do follow the link for the inevitable twist and colossal hypocrisy.
And from the comments following which, this:
But no, we must all become twitchy and neurotic. That’s bound to go well.
Amazing the sort of trickery AI makes available these days.
Very few sushi restaurants and grocery store sushi corners and shopping mall sushi bars are owned or run by Japanese*. Where I come from they’re mostly Korean or Chinese owned and operated. These people are no more Japanese than the blond white guy.
*The west coast might be the exception, but only the really high end places seem to be Japanese run. Even Vancouver’s cheap sushi places are run by OAs (other Asians).
[ Adds more ice to drink. ]
FTFY
There goes the price of drinks up again.
I hadn’t thought of that. There’s all that wear and tear on the bar stools.
[ Ups price of drinks. ]
[ Everyone glares at aelfheld. ]
I’ve been sneaking my own booze in for years. No offense but that cheap knock-off three-penis liquor just doesn’t cut it. Let’s face it, hamster penis is no substitute for Cantonese dog penis.
I’ve been saying for years that this place is educational.
I should get a grant, or a statue or something.
India: They have a lot of policies inspired by socialism. For example, it is illegal for a business to simply declare bankruptcy. They must petition the gov for that right, a process that can take 4 years. Meanwhile, whatever assets might have gone to creditors get pissed away. Thus creditors are not happy to loan to Indian businesses. There are lots of other restrictions. It is very difficult to fire anyone, much like Europe, so Indian businesses are very slow to grow and risk averse. There is lots of nepotism: if a person gets a shop or business going, relatives (of which there are many) expect jobs (same in Africa by the way) so entrepreneurs are reluctant to expand lest all the relatives descend on them.
I wouldn’t wish a Danny Boyle film on any country.
He seems to be under the delusion that it’s the role of the British film industry to tell Indian stories, fund Indian projects, promote Indian personnel, propagandize Indian points of view. As a first generation immigrant who’s been treated very well by the British film industry, it would be a nice display of gratitude for him to spend his distinguished emeritus years sponsoring young British talent, but the way that moral debt is usually paid is that resentful outsiders thank their hosts by importing more resentful outsiders.
In Florida it was the Vietnamese running sushi and a few “Chinese” restaurants. I had noticed that the sushi places were mostly Vietnamese or Chinese run but it was something I didn’t really notice about many of the Chinese restaurants until a Vietnamese coworker pointed it out at our favorite “Mongolian Barbecue”. Turned out to be fairly common. Then I felt silly and raaaycisss for not noticing. Mostly just silly tho.