Weather Forecast


Bombarded by the 'F-Bomb'

Enough is enough. We recently rented and watched "The Ides of March," a movie about politics, dirty politics, in a presidential primary. The movie was co-written by one of the biggest names in the business, George Clooney. It was also co-produced by Clooney, directed by Clooney and Clooney co-starred in his own movie as a presidential candidate.

As of the date of this writing, the movie had been nominated for a "screenplay" Oscar and Clooney has already been named best actor by the Golden Globe people for his role in "The Descendents," so George Clooney certainly has become one of Hollywood's "fair haired boys."

"The Ides" was a tense, dramatic, interesting story, not dull by any means, but I have a major complaint. We were bombarded by the "F-Bomb" throughout the movie -- hundreds and hundreds of times. Enough is enough.

I have been in college locker rooms, I have been on construction crews, I am familiar with the fowl-mouthed language of white and blue collar professionals, I have worked with truck drivers and laborers, and I have heard teenagers, boys and girls, trying to shock adult shoppers on public sidewalks. I know all the words -- and more and more, I am hearing them in movies.

I won't say "The Ides of March" set any records, but it struck me that every actor, actress, supporting actor and supporting actress seem to have a huge quota of the "F-

Bombs" -- and all the variations of the Bomb.

I get the point that politics is not a Sunday school picnic. It's a rough business -- practiced by serious players who play for keeps. But how excessive does the language need to be to make that point? The story wasn't advanced by the vocabulary. It was diminished.

I don't think I'm a prude (decide for yourself after reading this article), but I was offended. Eartha and I watched the film together and neither one of us said a word, but there was an uncomfortable feeling in the room. I'm glad nobody else was there.

The language of our culture gets more coarse every year. We're training our kids -- younger and younger as time passes -- that anything, everything goes, and there are no limits. The result is shameful and embarrassing.

We can't lay the blame entirely on Hollywood and television, but they're certainly doing some of the heavy lifting and right now, I'm disappointed in the fair haired George Clooney for his producing, writing, directing and acting in such a way as to take an interesting story and trashing it up with gutter language.

One of the big movies of the past year was "The Artist," a silent movie. Not a bad idea.