The Legend-Slayer Cometh-In Defense Of A Theory Of Real Legends
And Dismissal Of “Fake News” Heroes-The Case Of The Red Sparrow-A Film Review-Of
Sorts
By Will Bradley
The Red Sparrow, starring Jennifer Lawrence, 2018
I “knew” that I would get
some serious blow-back when I decided to defend the real legend of our times
the Green Lantern, both the legendary fighter pilot Hal Jordan and the
universal Green Lantern Corp of which he is a member and which as I write is
protecting us against all kinds of dangers especially the dreaded” fear” which
has man sources and none of them good many. I did not expect the blow-back to
come from so many different “legend” factions, including those who are being
protected as we write by the Green Lantern Corp.
Let’s start with those growing numbers who have been starting to
believe that the whole legend game for the most part is the stuff of press
agents, highly paid press agents at that who will write anything, think up any
outlandish lie or fake news about their client to keep public interest up, and the
paychecks coming in. They took me to task for defending heroic Hal and the
brethren, especially Hal because they believed, fervently believed in some
cases, that he had joined just to impress his girlfriend, that foxy frill as
one reader called her Carol Ferris (and admitting he might have joined up too
if he had a foxy frill like that to impress.
Others have had the audacity to
tell me that I have “sold out” the legend-slaying struggle by going down in the
mud for these “frogs” as one reader called them. A reader who had sworn off believing
in legends once Joseph Campbell gave her the scoop on the meaning of legends
and myths in social life so far (she also mentioned that my destruction of
Larry Lawrence (aka Sherlock Holmes put the frosting on the cake for her) That was the general tenor of the comments from my
advocates making me wonder if I have friends like this who needs enemies. I
will try to staunch the bleeding a little, explain the difference between
over-blown, undeserved and frankly fake legends and those which advance
humankind below when I finally get a chance to explain my theory of legends in
the review of The Red Sparrow, Dominika
the world-historic post-Soviet sexpionage agent who has saved our bacon from
those boorish Russians in the process, maybe more than Robert Mueller.
As usual there are those who apparently have taken their cue from
some of the writers in this publication and had cast a jaundiced eye at my
attempts to bring a little rational discussion into the burgeoning legend
marketplace with a little real time debunking of the bum-of-the-month legends.
There will always be skeptics about any forward endeavor, any push forward for
humankind always has blowback, and I have made my peace with myself on that
score. I would also note that some of those same in-house skeptics have backed
off a bit since that important UCal survey (supported by the prestigious
Harrison Foundation) had shown a dip in belief in some of the legends I have
been battering away at. That has led to an important vote of confidence in me
by site manager Greg Green and a leg up on the food chain which is all
important in this no holds barred, take no prisoners cutthroat business.
The most venom, and I mean that almost literally, have been
displayed by what I call the “trolls” who have harassed me ever since I started
debunking the American aviator pioneer Johnny Cielo legend, the undeserved
legend of a guy who claimed many things, including being present at the
creation of human flight with the Wright Brothers. That despite the fact that
he was not born until 1910. The gist of their rude remarks had centered on
making sport of the fact that Hal Jordan, once he signed on to the Green
Lantern Corps could fly without an aircraft, could fly into space on his own
green propulsion. Have contemptuously called him Icarus and other nasty names
implying he had taken on more than he could handle. The only positive thing
they have said already mentioned in another context is that Hal had a foxy
looking girlfriend.
I thought I would not go into the fake Johnny Cielo legend yet
again but a few points should be made beyond that obviously fake present at the
creation stuff. Especially in light of the fact that his UCal survey ratings have
spiked probably because of the increased scrutiny by me and which has put his previously
not well reputation in the spotlight. I would point out his claims to have been Howard Hughes right-hand
man way back when TWA was getting off the ground were made of pure cloth.
That he had squired drop-dead beautiful movie icon Rita Hayworth down to
Barranca with him when he was running the air post service down there after
having fled the states with people looking for him, looking for their dough was
a case of mistaken identity fraud of the highest order since he was passing off
some street-walker met in Hoboken as the real deal. And that he was entitled to
some kind of left-wing hall of fame admiration for flying in guns and supplies
to Fidel and the guys down in Cuba when it counted. Not one Fidelista had ever
heard of him, and certainly not for bringing in guns and supplies when they desperately
needed in that last push against Batista. All bullshit.
That press agent fakery by John Kerr formerly of the New York Times before he became nothing but
a flak against the very real contribution Hal (and the brethren) have made in
holding the line against the machinations of the universal fear machine that
has gotten most of universe-kind down in the mouth for a long time. I have
given up on trying to have reasonable conversations with the Johnny Cielo
trolls based mainly in Florida, Key West but seem to be expanding their base
since I got a comment, nasty of course, from Ohio in this latest slugfest. For
others I will try to show, once again that I am not anti-legend just anti-bogus
ones when I deal with another positive one in the Red Sparrow.
Okay, this Dominika previously mentioned was a ballerina moving up
the Bolshoi food chain until she fell down, had been purposefully allowed to
fall. The worse part beyond ending her career was that she could no longer care
for her desperately ill mother (already you see a golden child ready to what
was necessary before you). Through her lustful incestuous uncle, a guy named Ivan,
like half the Russians guys are especially the bureaucrats, she got led down the
garden path to become part of the state espionage apparatus via her training as
a sexpionage agent. Some seriously weird stuff by run some ex-S&M madame from
what I know of the operation. The idea by Ivan and those up the intelligence chain
was that this semi-pro whore could find out who the “mole” was who was feeding
Western intelligence, feeding the CIA tons of Russian state secrets. This remember
is post-Soviet stuff although whoever dreamed up the idea claimed that Nikita
Khrushchev, back in the 1960s, that dirty old man and previously Stalinist sycophant
dreamed it up in the hot Cold War days. I would check that if I were you.
Dominika struts her stuff, made some contact with an on the shelf semi-disgraces
CIA field agent who ran the Russian mole operation on the ground. By and by
they fall in love and she decides to not only play footsie with that field
agent but to play ball with the CIA to get that incestuous uncle off her back.
She went through hell beforehand though taking merciless beatings to get her to
spill whatever she knew. When the Russian agents grabbed Mr. CIA she had to
make a decision-in or out. In the meantime, the freaking mole came in from the cold
to her, told her to drop the dime on him as the mole. Instead she set up that pesky
uncle and took the place of that disgruntled mole in the international intelligence
games. That is the stuff of dreams and the stuff of real legends. I have heard
from some reliable sources that she has given Western intelligence, NATO, a ton
of good stuff about Putin’s moves, and about the relationship between him and his
“poodle,” a guy named Donald Trump, POSTUS. Nice going little Red Sparrow, nice
going.
