The Spectacle of Excess Posts

June 28, 2014 /

One of the most exhilarating types in wrestling to watch is He Who Cannot Be Kept Down. The Comeback Kid, we might call him. We now have this in Roman Reigns. We’ve needed one of these for a long time. Not Daniel Bryan — he is the underdog. We need the  persecuted hero who always prevails in the end. These are difficult times, aren’t they? We’re prone to following false prophets, like Bray Wyatt. We…

June 15, 2014 /

I think many wrestling fans who were watching that night more than a decade ago remember when Brock Lesnar said “Where’s Funaki?”  It became something of a cult meme, and that was back when only the most effete intellectuals I knew were calling things memes.  Why was this tiny moment so memorable to us? Brock Lesnar was so scary when he debuted!  He was a snarling, teeth-gnashing, bicep-flexing meat-headed monster, a goon who would beat…

June 15, 2014 /

I can’t believe how quickly Bray Wyatt and his goons have grown stale!  Suddenly I’m not interested, they’re all flash and little substance.  They built up such epic promise but were ultimately unable to deliver.  I couldn’t get into Bray Wyatt’s soliloquy at all — his thing about a house on a hill with a white picket fence (or whatever it was) was tedious and difficult to follow.  It turns out John Cena was right:…

June 10, 2014 /

All this while I’ve had the biggest lit-smark crush on The Shield, a crush so giddy I’ve had a hard time writing coherently about it. Roman Reigns is like something out of Lord of the Rings, a rider of Rohan or even Aragorn himself: majestic, strong-armed and beautiful, and perhaps the best hair I’ve ever seen on a professional wrestler. At least top five for hair, that guy. And Dean Ambrose may be my favorite…

June 3, 2014 /

The following notes I composed before having a chance to watch Payback. I just can’t keep up with all of this archetyp-y goodness. It will be interesting to see if my thoughts are still relevant after the big showdown. John Cena: man of the people, street poet, ever a baby face, literally and figuratively.  Up until now, I’ve never had much to say about him. I don’t dislike the man; populist folk heroes just aren’t…

June 1, 2014 /

From week to week, Bray Wyatt is increasingly an Iago.  From RAW, 5/24/14: “He’s got the whole world in his hands, he’s got the whole wide world in his hands. He’s got the whole world in his hands, he’s got the whole world in his hands. We’re sharing something right now. Something real. I want you to share this with me, brothers and sisters, sing with me – He’s got the whole world in his…

June 1, 2014 /

Oh, my dear blog.  Life got away from me these past few weeks.  I’ve been watching wrestling and taking notes, but the focused time to craft my posts has been hard to find, and my mind has been a thousand places.  There are so many things to say — about Lana the post-modern nationalist heel, about Stephanie, the most brilliant McMahon yet, about my thug heartthrob Dean Ambrose — and wrestling keeps charging ahead as…

May 15, 2014 /

I didn’t mean to let my beloved lit-smark blog go dormant the past couple weeks. I’ve just had my mind blown by Lana and her flashing of Vladimir Putin’s big head across the jumbotron, and her talking about Edward Snowden and sanctions. Lana as a WWE nationalist heel is a Soviet era cartoon stereotype, a throwback to the era of wrestling that coincided with the cold war. A petite bombshell in a power suit with…

April 26, 2014 /

I am increasingly taken with Bray Wyatt. Those other two Wyatt’s still function as little more than cultural stereotypes, especially the one who wears the creepy sheep mask. The sheep mask, the red flannel shirt with the cut-off sleeves, the dingy brown work jumpsuit, the red ZZ Top beard and the generally greasy veneer: these are all indicators of characters we have been programmed to disdain. We know without being told they are from the…

April 26, 2014 /

“Sing! Sing! Love! Love! All power in this world is measured by how much love you have. Whether you love to bring joy or suffering, you cannot deny that love is a delectable experience. It is a ravenous wildfire with beautiful flames. It is a divine wine that brings warmth to those who drink it and it cannot be defined. You have to live it! You have to feel it! Get them to love you,…