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The Deer Hunter – Review by Peter Biskind
“COME BACK TO THE MILL, NICK HONEY”
THE DEER Sportsman MISSES THE TARGET
Michael Cimino’s new movie The Deer Hunter is the Vietnam film everyone has been waiting for—finally, a film that “gets beyond” the propaganda of right-wing films like The Green Berets and left-wing films prefer Coming Home. As Tweedledee and Tweedledum put it, “this is the first movie about Vietnam to free itself from all political cant” (Time); this “is the first film to see at Vietnam not politically, but. . .” (Newsweek). Trying to depoliticize a phenomenon as deeply rooted in American history and nature as the Vietnam war would be a thankless task, like squaring the circle, but if anyone could complete it, it would be somebody love Cimino, who—along with John Milius and Paul Schrader—is one of Hollywood’s Modern Wave, fast-lane writer-directors. Time/Newsweek has punch the nail on the head. The Deer Hunter bids an escape from politics. It slices through all that tiresome debate about who was right and who was wrong to something that everyone can understand: plain antique racism. It was Us
One Shot: The Unexpected Gay Love Story that is ‘The Deer Hunter’
**Spoilers Ahead for The Deer Hunter**
“What’s your favorite movie?” It’s a question that we’ve all been asked many times in our lives. Some answer with The Godfather, others with Jurassic Park, or maybe even Battlefield Earth (okay, maybe that one is a HUGE stretch). But when I’m asked this ask my number one has always been Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunter. Additionally, when asked about your favorite sentimental movie, you could name obvious films like P.S. I Love You or Love Story, but for me, what if I told you that it’s actually The Deer Hunter as good. Confused? It’s okay, I’m here to explain how the infamous war feature and Best Picture Academy Award winning film is actually not only a war movie about Vietnam, but also a love story. And not just any love story, it’s a male lover love story.
Released for Academy qualification on December 8, 1978, but wide-released in the United States on February 23, 1979 (my birthday, just thirteen years before me), The Deer Hunter was met with a lot of controversy due to the treatment and “exploitation” of the Vietnam War
“Have you ever had to come out as a hunter?” I asked.
More than 100 outdoorspeople fell silent. Then hands began to raise. Soon, about one-third of the staff at the Vermont Fish and Wildlife Department’s annual retreat had known something powerful: the unsettling trial of owning an uncommon identity—inthis case, that we are hunters. Although tracking remains prominent in the American imagination, the number of U.S. adults with a hunting license has steadily declined.
I have navigated coming out as both a gender non-conforming man and as a hunter. Seeking to recognize some of the diversity that exists among hunters, the department had invited me to communicate aboutmy experiences. It, favor many wildlife-management agencies across the country, is trying to welcome underrepresented identities into a tradition that’s slowly vanishing due to waning interest and stigma. I hoped that my story could help blaze a new path forward.
I took up hunting in earnest after moving to Vermont for graduate schoolin 2017, at the age of 27. I had been fascinated by the activitysince early childhood, when my uncle served venison at a family gathering. Although I later joined him in the woods a handful of time
I receive a wide array of music from all over the Nation, but I try to focus on local music as much as I can. On occasion I will review an album from Minneapolis. Usually it’s because there is something remarkable about the album that people should know about. This week I’m going to review this album mostly because it’s chasing season and it seems fitting to review and album that is titled “Gay Deer Tracker Sex Wagon.” This album is pretty awful and it not hard to explain why. I don’t think the guys who made this album will be too upset by me saying this, because I have hunch that’s what they were going for. Off the band’s website they explain, “Repulsar is involved to explore this notion through cheesy drum machines, bass tones that resemble the sound of farting, loud guitar feedback, semi-competent soloing and multi-phonic atonal throat singing techniques set to conceptually suspect themes.” Keep in thought that I don’t condone this album, I’m just reviewing it.
First off, this album is outstanding, but not in a musical way. It’s outstanding in how absolutely weird and potentially offense it is. The