Monday, February 25, 2008

The Obama Experience. It's transplendid!

Even though I intend, through shear willpower and dint of character, to avoid ever attending one of Barack Obama's old time revival and gospel testifyin' showcases, I have often nonetheless wondered how I would react if placed in the middle of such an event. In fact just the other day I envisioned seeing Him with a liberal friend of mine serving as an escort. Naturally in my musing, questions arose: What emotions might surge through me when the Promised One speaks of hope, change, and...um...other cool stuff? How would I react to the whole scene? Would it change me? Would it heal my soul (H/T Michelle Obama)?

Deep questions indeed, as I'm sure you agree. Fortunately the medium of film has a ready answer to them. A mere five minute scene from Woody Allen's Annie Hall provides all of the insight I need to understand the Obama Experience and those who dig it.

In the scene, Alvy Singer (played by Woody Allen) is on a date with Pam (Shelley Duvall), a hippy-dippy reporter for Rolling Stone. Pam drags Alvy to a concert/event put on by the Maharishi. Here's what transpires (Sorry...Couldn't find the clip on YouTube):

Pam: I think there are more people here to see the Maharishi than there were to see the Dylan concert. I covered the Dylan concert ... which gave me chills. Especially when he sang:

She takes just like a woman
And she makes love just like a woman Yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.


(They move toward the aisles as a guard holds up his hands to stop them)

Up to that I guess the most charismatic event I covered was Mick's Birthday when the Stones played Madison Square Garden.

Alvy: (Laughing) Man, that's great. That's just great.

Pam: You catch Dylan?


Alvy: (Coughing) Me? No, no. I-I couldn't make it that ni…My…My raccoon had hepatitis.

Pam: You have a raccoon?

Alvy: (Gesturing) Tsch…A few.

Pam: The only word for this is transplendid. It's transplendid!

Alvy: I can think of another word.

Pam: He's God! I mean, this man is God! He's got millions of followers who would crawl all the way across the world just to touch the hem of his garment.

Alvy: Really? It must be a tremendous hem.

Pam: I'm a Rosicrucian myself.

Alvy: Are you?

Pam: Yeah.

Alvy: I can't get with any religion that advertises in Popular Mechanics. Look-

(The Maharisbi, a small, chunky man, walks out of a door, huge bodyguards flanking him while policemen bold back the crowds)

There's God coming outta the men's room.

Pam: It's unbelievably transplendid! I was at the Stones concert in Altamount when they killed that guy, remember?

Alvy: Yeah, were ya? I was...I was at an Alice Cooper thing where six people were rushed to the hospital with bad vibes.

3 Comments:

Blogger MOPowell said...

I love Woody Allen, but that picture you posted from Annie Hall is frightening. Pam looks like she's made out of plastic. Seriousy, anorexia is bad news.

BTW on Obama, it just dawned on me that Barack is the one-man return of the Religious Left. The thing is that I don't think all of his followers share his faith in God, but more of a God-like faith in him.

10:56 AM  
Blogger John Egel said...

Good observation. No doubt that this Obama worship is liberalism's version of the word made flesh. It's truly spooky.

6:15 PM  
Blogger Gildersleeve said...

It's probably for the best that Huckabee didn't end up the Republican nominee, because then Americans would be faced with two Faithazoids.

12:02 AM  

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