The long knives are out for #NeverTrump. As the election quickly approaches, many Trump supporters seem intent on browbeating conservatives who say they won’t vote for Trump into supporting Trump – or at least into silence. The chief tool in their arsenal is the fully intellectually dishonest line, “If you won’t support Trump, you want Hillary Clinton to be elected.”
“Knives Out” premiered at the 2019 Toronto International Film Festival. Lionsgate will release it in theaters on November 27. But he’s basically a mini Ben Shapiro. And it’s not like. Ben Shapiro is a perfect case study of how to make a human with a symmetrical, clear face and a body with no deformities that also manages to be the absolute opposite of sexually alluring through everything else about him. 7,611,675 Followers News Personality. Pages Media TV & Movies TV Show Tucker Carlson Tonight Videos Knives Out for Biden at the Dem Debate.
This mistakes secondary effect for primary motivation.
Let’s say that you decide today to eat a cheeseburger. Your motive, clearly, is to enjoy the taste. You are foregoing other, more nutritious options, in order to eat the cheeseburger. The secondary effect of eating the cheeseburger will be a decrease in your overall health – your chances of heart disease will rise, your salt intake will increase, your weight will bump.
This does not mean that you are eating the cheeseburger because you want to be unhealthy and die.
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The same holds true for those of us who say we will not vote for Trump. As I’ve expressed ad nauseum (my own and that of others, I’m sure), I’m not voting Trump because I’m watching as he currently masquerades as a conservative while ripping the heart out of conservatism, dragging many supposedly conservative thoughtleaders along with him, and toxifying conservatism to a whole new generation of voters, as well as women and minorities. My motive in not supporting Trump is to avoid all of these evils. A secondary effect of my failure to vote for Donald Trump is that the chances of him winning California decline by approximately 0.0000003 percent (Romney lost California by 3 million votes) – and a secondary effect of my failure to shill or lie for Trump is that others may not vote for him either, making a Hillary victory marginally more likely.
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That does not mean I “want” Hillary Clinton to be president. If I did, I’d vote for and shill for her.
But let’s use the anti-#NeverTrump logic on Trump supporters. By their logic, you might think you’re voting for Trump to stop Hillary Clinton. But your real motivation is to help Donald Trump pervert and destroy conservatism, toxify conservatism for future electorates, and usher in an ever-more-leftward government (if W’s poor tenure resulted in Obama, what will Trump’s disastrous tenure hold?). That’s not merely an accidental byproduct of your #NeverHillary position – it’s what you want. It’s what you pray for. You want conservatism destroyed for Trump.
If you feel this is unfair, that’s because it is.
I understand the motivation of those who vote Trump to stop Hillary – and it isn’t to embrace every element of Trumpism, or to justify every horrible thing he will say and do. Well, extend us the same courtesy. I’ve likened the 2016 election to Dunkirk – strategic retreat from Trump defense is necessary to preserve the conservative army for the greater war. That doesn’t mean I want to lose Dunkirk; the British didn’t either. Attributing primary motivations to secondary effects makes villains of us all.
Written and directed by Rian Johnson
Colourful, camp to its fingertips, and contagiously fun, Knives Out is director Rian Johnson proving his mastery of the mystery, flexing the full breadth of the tight-knit storytelling prowess he showed flashes of in Brick fifteen years ago, and bringing it all to life with a troupe of actors hamming up a gallery of outsized characters.
Bestselling mystery author Harlan Thrombey (Christopher Plummer) is found dead, throat slit, in a nook of his massive mansion. The police is ready to declare a suicide, despite the dramatic exit, and his many dependants are eyeing up their share of the man’s fortune, but there to stick his finger in the pie is gentleman detective Benoit Blanc (Daniel Craig, ridiculous and exuberant like overpowered fireworks). Acting on an anonymous tip, he trawls the many halls, prods at testimony and pointificates in a heavy southern drawl, like a Hercule Poirot reborn south of the Mason-Dixon line.
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Caught in the middle of it all is Thrombey’s assistant and confidante Marta (Ana de Armas), an unknown quantity to the self-obsessed family members but a valuable truthfinding tool to Benoit due to her falsehood-averse gag reflex. Speak no lies, spew no bile.
There’s enough deceit, intrigue and veiled looks to satisfy anyone’s hankering for a bonafide whodunnit, but the real pleasure is in the gallery of rogues that make for the suspects. Like a colourful bag of candy, the embarrassment of riches of acting firepower in the shape of Michael Shannon, Jamie Lee Curtis, Toni Colette, Chris Evans and Don Johnson all compete on the human exaggerations that are their characters, be it a jaded son, an self-important daughter-exec, a new age airhead, a freeloading grandson or a jackass son-in-law. They all double down on the eccentricities, amplify their performances and realize Knives Out in its proper camp.
Standing opposite them all is LaKeith Stanfield, playing the straight man for once, as Lieutenant Elliott, the officer in charge of the investigation. His natural inquisitive air and sense for looking beyond what’s evident served him well as unorthodox life guru and entourage member Darius on Donald Glover’s Atlanta, and it’s an inspired fit here as well.
The excellence continues right down into the minor characters, where Jaeden Martell delivers a mostly non-verbal performance as a teenaged gloomy Ben Shapiro-wannabe alt-right troll, and Katherine Langford is an equal pleasure as his bristly social justice warrior cousin, all for the advancement of immigrants like Marta until her possible payday’s on the line.
All of this is to say that even if Knives Out was only this family of ingrates pointing fingers and trading insults, it’d still be a good time, but the complete production package delivers an experience of such visual decadence, from Johnson’s dramatic direction to David Crank’s flourish of a production design, that there’s both style, substance and satisfaction to this story of elites, their hypocrisy, and the satisfaction of their comeuppance.