List price: $14.95 (that's 30% off!)
recent years: Fante/Southern/Trumbo/Bolt/Salter/Laurents/
Waterhouse/Dahl/Siodmak/Goldman/Gordon/Hayes/Raphael ... All
are good to excellent; at the very least they're competent and
achieve professional publication standards. This hopelessly
addled claptrap, cluelessly cobbled together by the Abbott &
Costello of film scholarship, is an alltime low. They think
the episode of TV's M*A*S*H made in black-and-white -- obviously to
approximate Korean War-era news reportage -- is an example of
"noir style." Which would make every episode of I LOVE LUCY and
WAGON TRAIN and the Walt Disney show prior to the advent of color
TVs all examples of "noir." (As for the M*A*S*H episode "sans
sound" -- fellas, adjust that volume control -- or your hearing
aids!) Their prose? Get a load of this: "In retrospect, the
cold war's outbreak foreshadowed the ruin of Polonsky's body of
work as a touchstone for the immediate future for the American
art film." Wow. Their critical acumen? TELL THEM WILLIE BOY IS
HERE is "widely hailed as the ultimate cinematic critique of
American western mythology." Really? More so than another little release that same year -- what was it called? -- THE WILD
BUNCH? Edward Dmytryk's "visual sadism" was "often realized
through the direction of Robert Ryan." By "often" they mean
"once." (In CROSSFIRE -- after which Dmytryk didn't direct Ryan
again for about 20 years, and then only in a cameo as a
sympathetic general in ANZIO.) The whole book is like this!
Every page, often every sentence, sometimes each PART of a
sentence -- is simply harebrained. In their hilarious attempt
to describe the trend of movie stars breaking free of the old
studio system and forming their own companies, instead of citing,
say, Humphrey ("Santana") Bogart, or John ("Batjac") Wayne, or
Kirk ("Bryna") Douglas -- or Burt Lancaster, Robert Mitchum, etc.
-- who do they come up with? Why, none other than that prolific
producer whose career positively THRIVED beyond the studio era,
that double threat: Hedy Lamarr (hey, rhymes with "noir")!
A laff riot.
What really drags this book down is Mr. Davis's comments about the format of a resume. He actually hates the bulleted format which is so easy on the yes of most employers. He even encourages prospective job hunters to enclose a photo of themselves in order to "show the face behind the resume". I'm sorry, Paul, but that personal touch was never used during any era.
Paul Davis sure does not give us a basis for that reasoning nor does he give us a basis for listing one's age and maritial status. These days there such a thing as age discrimination.
Military Service is certainly unnecesary unless one applies for a military job or if such service makes up the bulk of one's livelihood. Hobbies are also for the most part extraneous. The bottom line is Work Experience and Education.
Some of the "hidden job" research techniques are fairly well stated even if they do not take into account modern tools like the internet. Some of the suggestions regarding what to do about when you are laid off have some merit. Even the budgeting steps are worth a glance. However, the resume and even the cover letter styles are so out of touch and inappropriate in language and style that a one star rating is waht this book deserves.
Often its basic argument (where it even has one) can be reduced to this: 1. Archaeological investigations have turned up artifacts indicating a high degree of Native American civilization and bearing a vague resemblance to items mentioned in the Book of Mormon. 2. Ergo, the science of archaeology supports the claims made by the Book of Mormon.
Cheesman concludes with the familiar Mormon claim that "The ruins of the ancient Americans stand as monuments to a people who had once known God and had rejected him." Yet his book demonstrates nothing of the sort. The best he can really claim, as he admits, is that "nothing has ever been found to disprove" the claims made by the BOM.
Of course, noting that available evidence fails to disprove a proposition is not at all the same as proving the proposition. If it were, I could easily prove to you that little green men live on the surface of Alpha Centauri.
What makes me sad is not that there's a man like Cheesman out there whose religious convictions have blinded him to logic. What's sad is that there's an institution out there like Brigham Young University, which can have a guy like Cheesman on its faculty and still expect to be taken seriously.