Friday, December 15, 2006
The Rules Of Engagement
What one notices while watching The Rules of Engagement, an interminable documentary about David Koresh and the Branch Davidians' final days (an enterprise best undertaken when one is drunk) is that David Koresh is no Jim Jones. He may be able to stockpile weapons, but who in Texas can't say that? David Koresh strikes me as the one guy in high school that you can remember almost nothing about -- he is neither handsome nor homely, not particularly smart or stupid, and although he seemed to have a penchant for terrible tank tops, in all other ways he seems pretty normal. So, I asked myself, as I watched the ATF swarm the Branch Davidian compound, how has he convinced several people to hole up with him and die in, of all places, Waco? When asked, most of them spoke of the book of Revelation, the wildest book of the Bible, all those rivers of blood and whatnot.
Many things have been a revelation to me, particularly my first margarita made with blue curaçao. David Koresh, while having a wicked cool sense of humor even after being shot (there's a great monologue he performs while bleeding in front of a video camera about how he can't keep the ladies away because he is one foxy dude, the white man's version of back these hoes off me and let a player play!), was not a man I'd count on for information concerning the end times or any other revelations, biblical or secular. The bits of sermons he gives are uninspired drivel, but perhaps this is part of the appeal. In an age where it's all bells and whistles, the Branch Davidians were old school, right down to the scary homemade clothes. Even the film that involves all that death and guns and Texas is deathly dull. Even so, I felt myself warming to him by the end. Make no mistake -- I'm a Jim Jones girl. By the end, JJ had dismissed the Bible entirely, had a full-blown love affair with every painkiller under the sun, and was sleeping with lots of the women and men in his congregation. In other words, full-bore crazy. I like that in a cult leader. But I also liked David Koresh in the end, his unassuming ways, those houses full of AK-47s. He was, it seemed, an original g.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
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