A movie in which no one knows what self-criticism is. Crit/self-crit is probably the most radical tool within Maoist organizing, in addition to the mass line, and the only proper corrective to our liberal individualist ego-centric way of thinking that capitalism relies on. To understand that our actions belong not just to us and to consciously work to better ourselves, not for our self (cf capitalist self-care), but for our comrades.
Here it's vulgarized into a tool for dominating and…

Strange idea of jazz as performance in the most crude form of the word. No concept of artistry, improvisation, personality, style. Here jazz is synonymous with technicality, precision, speed and (more sentimentally) blood and pain. Making art is much more tedious and undramatic. The brother, at a family dinner, asks, How do you win at a competition, isn't it subjective.
Reads music performance as an athletic performance. Links the homophobia latent in both. True to surface the homophobia in jazz…