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1996, the best year in movie history, pt. 92: Starship troopers

Well, that was a ludicrous display. Palmeiras 4, Liga 0. The Brazilians advance, 4–3 (on aggregate).

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Happy Halloween. This month, I review a 1997 movie with the IMDb description, “Humans, in a fascist militaristic future, wage war against giant alien bugs.”

“Fascist” – or something else? “Advanced neoliberal,” perhaps? That would make the movie a more pointed commentary on its time.

(“Neoliberalism” has several definitions, but the most common one is something like “the pursuit of economic integration on a global scale” – capitalist economic integration, to be precise. Warring doesn’t come into the definition, but it certainly has aided capitalist powers in establishing and maintaining their trade networks.)

Globalist capitalism appears to have triumphed so comprehensively in Starship Troopers that the planet’s cities have become indistinguishable. Our young protagonists hail from Buenos Aires but speak in English and look and act like stereotypical rich kids from Southern California. Most are concerned, not with the polis – the “Federation” – but with personal projects and desires. They aren’t nationalists, racists, or devotees of a “Great Leader”; but the common good isn’t foremost in their thinking, either.

The most ambitious high school graduates are willing to endure privation in order to rule. In the Federation, military service is what confers “citizenship” – roughly, the right to extend one’s influence by other means than capitalist free exchange. (This is my characterization. The movie doesn’t state this rather abstract notion in so many words.)

Hence: voting, governing, teaching, and childrearing are permissible only for the few. The violence-wielders. The warriors.

Domination is the basis of the global order. All pretense to the contrary has been dropped.

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This is made clear during a high school civics lesson:
TEACHER
All right, let’s sum up. This year we explored the failure of democracy: how our social scientists brought our world to the brink of chaos. We talked about the veterans, how they took control and established the stability that has lasted for generations since. You know these facts, but have I taught you anything of value this year?
(To a student)
You. Why are only citizens allowed to vote?

FIRST STUDENT
It’s a reward. Something the Federation gives you for doing federal service.

TEACHER
No. Something given has no value. When you vote, you are exercising political authority, you’re using force. And force, my friends, is violence. The supreme authority from which all other authorities are derived.

SECOND STUDENT
My mother always told me that violence doesn’t solve anything.

TEACHER
Really? I wonder what the city founders of Hiroshima would have to say about that.
(To a student)
You.

THIRD STUDENT
They wouldn’t say anything. Hiroshima was destroyed.

TEACHER
Correct. Naked force has resolved more conflicts throughout history than any other factor. The contrary opinion, that violence doesn’t solve anything, is wishful thinking at its worst. People who forget that always die.
The teacher (Michael Ironside), a grizzled old soldier, delivers his lesson sternly, compellingly. It sounds better than it looks on the page. I can think of a few objections to the argument. But then I imagine the teacher knocking me out cold with his arm-prosthesis: “I refute you thus.”

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Ideological stage-setting occupies the movie’s first half. The second half is given over to Humanity’s war against the Bugs, in scenes that manage to be cartoonish but also, dare I say, sublime.

The troopers land on a craggy desert planet. Most carry only machine guns – mere pea-shooters (the Bugs’ exoskeletons are bulletproof). The slaughter of Humans is terrible but not terribly affecting. Troopers are impaled and burned. Their brains are sucked out. Their limbs and heads are severed. Such things do happen in combat (well, maybe not the brain-sucking). I don’t know if they look ridiculous in real life. They do onscreen.

The sublimity of these scenes comes from seeing Bugs cover the landscape. The troopers’ situation is grave – tragic, even.

It ought to dawn on these soldiers – aspiring citizens, i.e. dominators – that they’ve been brought in as Bug fodder. Being dominated is their lot, as it is that of enemies and civilians. High-ranking warriors dominate their subordinates: they “play God”; they delegate suffering and death to the lower ranks while uttering platitudes about the good of the species. To the audience, these platitudes ring hollow since the species is evidently not very concerned about the common good.

But a curious thing happens. Maybe it happens in real life, too. The troopers – not the lofty generals, colonels, and starship captains, but those belonging to the lowliest infantry ranks – develop something akin to altruism. Faced with likely death, they become intensely loyal to their unit. They assume responsibility for the well-being of civilians – those whom they’d set out to dominate. I say this is akin to altruism because they still have no sympathy for the enemy. But it’s something.

There are viewers who interpret the whole movie cynically, who read the pervasively campy, mocking tone as applying to everything that happens. (It’s well known that the director, Paul Verhoeven, was deliberately subverting the jingoistic 1959 novel by Robert A. Heinlein.)

They have a strong case. Why are Humans and Bugs at war? Not just because the Bugs bombed Earth (but did they? see the last video below). Rather, because Humans first encroached. Encroaching is what Humans do. In particular, it’s what expansionist capitalists do. (Recall Hannah Arendt’s quotation of Cecil Rhodes: “I would annex the planets if I could.”) It’s briefly noted, early on, that a group of rogue Mormons has attempted to settle in Bug territory. Their foray may have been illegal and ill-considered, but the other Earthlings are happy to endorse it – post hoc – with force. Doing so allows them to flex military muscle abroad and at home. By implication, this isn’t the first expansionist war against residents of other planets, and it won’t be the last. The troopers themselves may develop noble, self-sacrificial ideals, but these just serve a regime of mostly selfish, violently competitive individuals doing land grab after land grab.

I don’t say the movie doesn’t intend to make these points, but I’m not sure that it doesn’t regard the troopers’ ideals as something valuable.

There’s a romantic subplot. Johnny (Casper Van Dien) loves Carmen (Denise Richards). Carmen, a selfish careerist, is on track to become a military starship pilot. Johnny doesn’t have the test scores for that, so he joins the infantry; he can at least become a citizen like Carmen. Dizzy (Dina Meyer, from Dragonheart) loves Johnny. She could become a professional athlete, but instead she joins the infantry so she can be near to Johnny. She knows that Johnny loves Carmen, but she pursues him anyway, even if it means dying. Here is self-sacrifice, born not out of servility to dominators or the trauma of war or hopeless nearness to death, but autonomous and unconcerned with death. Here is something good.

The classroom scene:


A relatively tame (still gruesome) battle scene:


One of 10,000 “fan theories” from the Internet:

Liga de Quito 3, Palmeiras 0


Hats off to Liga for achieving this result in the home leg of their Copa Libertadores semifinal. Frankly, I don’t see the lead evaporating in São Paulo.

The winner will contest the final against either Flamengo or Racing Club. I wouldn’t be surprised if liguistas outnumbered opposing fans in Lima, the neutral host city. They’d have a shorter journey than Brazilians or Argentinians, and they’re plenty passionate about their club (and platudos).

I just wish they’d bother to fill their stadium when Ecuador plays World Cup qualifiers there.

Body-text fonts, pt. 22: Caslon no. 540

“Colorado Supreme Court Disqualifies Trump from State’s 2024 Ballot.”

Another in a long list of amazing yet ho-hum headlines about Donald Trump.

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Congrats, again, to Alexander Domínguez for carrying Liga de Quito to a championship – this time, in the domestic league. He stopped two spot kicks in Liga’s shootout victory over Independiente del Valle.

The prodigy Kendry Páez scored IDV’s goal.

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At least four parties to go, and I’m already Christmas-partied out. The partying hasn’t been bad, but the gorging has been. For the first time in years, I’m repulsed by the prospect of eating cookies and potato chips.

Come to think of it, I ate cookies and potato chips today. At home.

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There are thinner and fatter Caslons; of the fatties, my favorite is Caslon no. 540.


The italics are … dramatic. Good for occasional emphasis; bad in bibliographies.


The dubiously named QualiType Caslan is a serviceably priced (i.e. free) imitation of this typeface.

Ascension Island

Congrats to Liga de Quito for winning the Copa Sudamericana, and especially to Alexander Domínguez for blocking three of Fortaleza’s penalty kicks. Domínguez also tended goal when Liga previously won this tournament, in 2009.

Stephen says this is Domínguez’s finest hour, but I still prefer the epic time-wasting of 2021.

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I have nothing much to relate – the weekend has been low-key (the best kind of weekend) – so here is an oldish video by Un mundo inmenso that I’d somehow never viewed until tonight. It’s about Ascension Island, an out-of-the-way, volcanic, Guernsey-sized British territory in the South Atlantic.


Plenty of weirdness here. Best thing – or worst, according to one point of view: Charles Darwin had the idea of importing non-native plants to moisten the air a bit. One of the mountains ended up turning green, but its ecosystem isn’t up to the ecological purists’ standards.


The U.S. has a military base on the island. Apparently, quite a few of the Britons are getting edged out. Which they resent. They’re only temporary residents, but some have been on Ascension for many years, and like their Northern Atlantic counterparts they feel connected to “their” land.

I looked up the island’s job board to see about moving my family there, but only one job was posted, in waste management, and it wasn’t ideal, requiring various special driver’s liscences as well as unmarriedness. Besides, the vacancy was closed.

I guess we’ll stay in South Bend.

An historic victory

Chumbawamba: “I get knocked down! But I get up again! You’re never gonna keep me down!”

Daniel: “Dowww! Dowww! Dowww!”

Karin: “That’s Danny’s song, all right.”

Chumbawamba: “Oh Danny Boy, Danny Boy, Danny Boy.”

His chin has a scrape that we can’t account for. He has a bloody goose egg on his head from having backflipped off the couch. But mostly he gets knocked down by his brother.

It’s been a terrible week for him, what with those injuries … and teething … and getting weaned. Getting weaned is worse than getting knocked down.

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Barcelona just beat Liga de Quito in Liga’s stadium … for the first time ever. (I am not counting penalty-kick shootout victories.) Only one goal was scored. It was an olímpico, or maybe an own goal.

The referee added twenty-two minutes because Liga’s fans caused a disturbance.

The stadium was inaugurated in 1997.

That’s a 26-year winless streak. (Twenty-five, if you discount the season that Liga spent in the Serie B.)

How long is that? Chumbawamba released “Tubthumping” in 1997.

Emelec 1, Independiente del Valle 1

The home-and-away series’s concluding leg was played last night, and Independiente del Valle became Ecuadorian champions for the first time.

It rained hard in Guayaquil, and the flooded grass made for a hideous but fascinating match. The ball wouldn’t roll. All preparation had to be disregarded; the players could only improvise.


By the end of the game, even dribbles and short passes had to be lifted off the ground. The most skillful players, such as IDV’s Junior’s Sornoza, set the example. Every touch was a neat little aerial chip.

IDV weren’t able to dominate as in the first leg, but even under these weird conditions, it was clear that they were the better team.

Here are highlights of IDV’s first-leg victory in Sangolquí.


Everyone knows that little IDV is Ecuador’s best-run club. The truth is, this first domestic title was late in coming. IDV have my warmest congratulations.

Any year that Emelec and Liga de Quito don’t win is a good year.

Madeline and its philosophy; a shootout

Winter is here in earnest. Snow covers the ground (thankfully, the sun sets appreciably later than at solstice-time). Samuel and I hardly ever go out strolling any more – unlike the little girls who walk around Paris, “in rain or shine,” in Madeline, which has become Samuel’s favorite book.

We read it daily. I used to struggle with the lines of poetry because they’d often break in the middle of a clause, but now I can utter them smoothly enough. The trick is to stress the RHYMES: “Madeline woke up two HOURS / later, in a room with FLOWERS.”

Madeline is not a very profound book, though the philosopher Thomas Hurka quotes from it to summarize his theory of what distinguishes the virtuous: “They smiled at the good / and frowned at the bad.” He omits the line: “And sometimes they were very sad.” (I suppose that when these little Parisian girls are sad for the soldier who has returned, wounded, from the colonies, it can be construed as another example of their “frowning” at the bad.)

On the other hand, the girls neglect to “thank the Lord [they] are well”; indeed, they are sad that they are not ill (they covet the benefits that their friend receives as compensation for having been ill). Perhaps they are not so virtuous after all.

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And now, some outdated news too important not to mention. Barcelona defeated Liga de Quito in the “return” leg of Ecuador’s championship round and, for the sixteenth time, won the Serie A.

I missed the game, alas. It was held on Tuesday night of last week – not on Wednesday night, as I had expected. Apparently, Barcelona “parked the bus” all game long and waited for the penalty shootout. Not very glorious.

Then again, just winning in Quito is difficult enough. This was Barcelona’s first victory in Liga’s stadium since it was inaugurated in 1997.

I was especially pleased for Matías Oyola, Barcelona’s captain and long-serving midfielder, who played his last game before retiring. He scored in the shootout. He contributed to three of Barcelona’s championships.

Here is a video of the shootout.

Christmas Eve

Karin has got the afternoon off, and she’ll have the whole day off tomorrow. Samuel is glad to have his mother at home. I’m glad for a few minutes alone while Karin and Samuel watch the 1994 version of Little Women.

Last week was just awful for Samuel … and for me … and for Karin … and then a switch was flipped, and Samuel became delighted with the world. Today, he played for hours on the floor. Last week, whenever he was miserable he would insist on being held, and if he wasn’t held, he’d refuse to sleep. Now that the switch has been flipped, he’s been going to sleep by himself after a couple of minutes of listening to “Banstyle/Sappys Curry.”

We’ve noticed a couple of new molars poking out through his gums.

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Barcelona played the first leg of Ecuador’s title-deciding round last night, at home against Liga de Quito. It was the first game I’d seen in real time all season. Liga scored as soon as I put the game on, but Barcelona drew level within a few minutes. The final score was 1 to 1. The second leg will be played at the same time next week, in Liga’s stadium, where Barcelona’s record is abysmal.

Delfín 4, Liga de Quito 1; Portugal 2, Mexico 1; Germany 1, Chile 0; a futile exercise in pickup soccer

The important news is that Delfín S.C. clinched the top spot in the first semester of the Ecuadorian tournament. In so doing, the “Cetaceans” qualified to play in December’s grand finale – and in the group stage of next year’s Copa Libertadores.

This is historic. Delfín will be the first-ever Copa Libertadores team from the longsuffering province of Manabí.

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In the Confederations Cup, in the game for third place, the Portuguese scored a couple of late goals to defeat the Mexicans. Then, in the final game, the Germans tapped the ball into the net after stealing it from one of the Chilean defenders. After that, the Germans simply waited for the game to end.

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I missed the second half of that game because I was playing pickup soccer. It was not one of my best experiences playing soccer.

It was dismal to play as a fatty. I had the strength for just one sprint, and I didn’t want to expend it right away, so I let the opposing players dribble past me. Then, after an old man dribbled past me, I was like, “No more of this.” So when he tried again I got in his way and kicked the ball out of bounds. I did this several times.

I tried to stay on the wing, a region of the field from which the other team would never score any goals. Alas, my teammates failed to occupy the fullback’s area just behind me. (Perhaps they assumed that I was the fullback.) Since I didn’t run back to cover that area – and since I couldn’t have guarded anyone even if I had run back – this was fatal.

After a while, my friend Brandon – another fatty, who was playing for the other team – came over to my side of the field to guard me. I decided to perform my only sprint. I ran into the open space behind Brandon. I called for the ball. It was passed elsewhere.

A little later I decided that it was time for me to go home.

National unity

Aftershocks, 6.0 on the Richter Scale, several days following the first quake.

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Solidarity among Ecuadorians, regarding the Copa Libertadores. Emelec are out; Liga de Quito are out; only Independiente del Valle remain to play the eighthfinals. Their opponents will be River Plate.

The home leg will be held on Thursday in the Estadio Atahualpa (the Rumiñahui, Independiente’s usual venue, seats just 8,000). Entrance fees: $5, $10, or $20. All proceeds, to the quake victims.

Non-Independiente fans are welcome.

“Come with the Ecuador shirt,” announces Independiente’s president. “Or come with the shirt of your own team.”

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In the U.S., the good news is, Andrew Jackson is getting banished from the $20 bill. His replacement will be Harriet Tubman.

What image will be used? Maybe one of these. Probably not this one –


– though these freedom lovers make a fine point:
Who would have thought that after more than a year of debate, speculation, and politically correct public demand, America would learn that a God-loving, gun-toting Republican woman would earn a spot on our nation’s currency?
Yes, this change is something that even Republicans can believe in. E pluribus unum. There is an overlapping consensus on the honoring of Harriet Tubman.