We were at the movie theater the other day buying tickets for Slumdog Millionaire when this poster caught our eye. Nothing special about the poster itself, but “David Fincher and Spike Jones Present” WOW! Could this be a brilliant partnership between the directors of some of my favorite films? The smooth, uncompromising expert behind Fight Club and Zodiac teaming up with the quirky genius behind Being John Malkovich and Adaptation? How did we never hear about this? How could we be lucky enough to have this playing in the U.A.E? We briefly considered changing our ticket order.
We got home and checked on IMDb to get a better idea of how we could have missed this. First, the film was made in 2006. Spike and David, it turns out, were not directors or producers, just “Presenters” of this film. Presenters? What the hell does that mean? And why is it on the movie poster? And are Miss Leesha and I the only people in the Middle East to ever see that poster and actually care what names appear as “Presenters”? We are convinced that we are. We believe that if that poster continues to hang on the wall of Sahara center until Rush Limbaugh admits that government spending by a Democrat could be an effective way out of an economic crisis, we will still be the only ones who saw it and actually cared about those names. In some trivial way, we were that poster's destiny.
Speaking of which, I’m frequently disturbed at how little my years of developing a hip, alternative, eclectic taste in film and music benefit me here in Dubai. Everyone here LOVES Bryan Adams and Mariah Carey. Everyone. Even the cool kids. This depresses me beyond all measure for some reason. While we in the U.S. are in the process of homogenizing the world, can’t we export our alternative culture too? Or is that just not cost effective?
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