Your Uncle Bruno settles in for The Alex Treatment

So I signed up for the free month of HULU deal (no commercials cuz it’s free!) and being a World Class Cheapskate I plan to get my freebies worth – since no  money has changed hands and I’ll give better than even odds that on the 29th day of the 30 day trial period I’ll cancel.

Which means the old Clockwork Orange is ticking and I’ve settled in for The Alex Treatment sans the eyelid clips.

Besides, if there’s on thing Your Uncle Bruno excels at it’s plunking his ass down in front of the telly and lettin’ them shows buck.

Chase cut: one week into the free trial offer and I’ve eye gobbled down the entire mini-series The Looming Tower (based on Lawrence Wright’s book) and season one of Maggie Atwood’s dystopian paean to girlfriendhood The Handmaid’s Tail.

I read The Looming Tower: Al-Qaeda and the Road to 9/11 shortly after it hit the bookstore shelves in 2006 and it remains in my library on radical Islam today.  In fact, I was so impressed by Wright’s work that I bought several hardcover versions and gave them to friends. (To this day one of the gifted copies which went to a Big Lefty old college pal remains unread. So  much for liberal curiosity.)

The mini-series stars Jeff Daniels as FBI agent John O’Neill, a brilliant and deeply flawed man who none-the-less early on recognized the danger of AQ, bin-Laden & the vile philosophy of Sayyid Qutb.

Daniels is top notch as O’Neill, whose personal story serves as the primary engine for the 10 episode opus.

There are of course the obligatory cheap shots at Dubya and Condi Rice and a semi-“whatever” pass is given to Slick Willie.

For the most part (90-95%) the show essentially plays it straight, starting with the embassy bombing in Kenya in 1998 through the attack on the USS Cole in 2000 and culminating with the horrors of 9/11.

It’s a solid production and worth signing up for that free 30 day HULU trial in and of itself.

As regular readers of Sparta Report are no doubt aware, Your Uncle Bruno is a Modern Sensitive Man so it should come as no surprise to find out that he read The Handmaid’s Tale way back in when it first came out in 1985.

Widely touted as The Antidote to the Age of Trump by The Woke Crowd. the TV series of Atwood’s novel is now in it’s third season.

As of this writing I’ve only finished the first video installment.

The lead actress, Elisabeth Moss, is undeniably excellent. As the Handmaid who’s tale is told she gobbles up mucho maximo screen time and is a compelling performer.

The problem is that as a dystopian  dreadfest it’s all rather pedestrian given that since Atwood penned her novel in 1985 we’ve seen the Islamic version play out in real life and real time from Iran to Afghanistan to Palestine to ISIS occupied Syria.

I suppose if you are a pussy hatter convinced that the Evil Orange Man is just chomping at the bit to shroud feminists in red robes & headcoverings, get them all preggers and lynch LBGTQ folks with industrial cranes it’s must watch TV.

But I found it to be a high production value soap with a buncha dogmatic leftist tripe thrown in for good measure – right down to a knowing nod to The #Resistance.

I suppose it’s worthwhile catching the first season out of science project curiosity but as the binge hours dragged by it really started to feel like I was taking one for The Team here.

And when Offred was finally shoved into the Guardians van and the first season credits rolled I couldn’t help but think anybody who believes this shit is real or has a remote chance of becoming real anywhere in the western world are Beyond Nucking Futz and probably needs more mental health treatment than is presently available anywhere outside of an extended stay on an electro-shock therapy table.

Give The Looming Tower a solid A and The Handmaid’s Tale a Gentleman’s C.

Slight intended…

Postscript: just for shits and giggles play the Handmaid’s Name Game with your favorite  characters from The Golden Age of Television.

To play, The Wife becomes the property “Of” The Husband. For example, Lucy Ricardo becomes “Ofrickey”, Edith Bunker get’s monikered “Ofarchie” (or “of aaacchheee”) and June Cleaver goes by the handle “Ofward’.

I should copyright the idea and make Rubbish a zillion bucks…

Bruno Strozek

Written by Bruno Strozek

Bruno Strozek is the author of occasionally semi-coherent piffle and has been a Writer/Editor at Sparta Report since July 2016.

Strozek, along with his alter-egos the decadent, drug-addled Sixties refugee Uncle Bruno and his intolerably feminist SJW Cousin Brunoetta have been riding the not-yet crested wave of deplorability with posts covering politics, sports, entertainment and zombies.

Aptly described as both "hilarious and deeply disturbed" Strozek has enthusiastically embraced the recommendation of the late Raoul Duke that "when the going gets weird the weird turn pro."

Although he has fallen far short of his bucket-list goal of writing for such respectable rags as The National Enquirer and The Weekly World News Strozek is grateful for the opportunity to pen his unhinged screeds at Sparta Report and is constantly amazed and delighted at the reception his pieces receive in the cements.


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