So, I just watched this movie that’s all about The Great Game, that paradigm of self-actualization through world domination promoted by fantasy author Voxxx Day. In this movie, a gamma-type guy uses 1940s screwball comedy cartoons as a template for expressing godlike powers of romance and mischief-making, thus overcoming a criminal alpha guy and winning the blonde siren away from him.
This movie is so full of mythopoetic masculism, it’s like a whirlwind lesson in Game from Joseph Campbell, Carl Jung, Bugs Bunny, Pepe LePew, Dionysus, Eric Weber, Don Giovanni, and Charlie Sheen. In other words, it has all of the essential elements of Gaming. Some Masters of Game would charge you hundreds of dollars for the lessons you can get from this movie.
There are a couple of scenes before his transformation where manipulative females take advantage of him, as well as scenes afterwards where he uses his newfound powers to manipulate male authority figures. There is the requisite wingman and a faithful dog. There’s even the mask from a god-alpha which the gamma “tries on” until his inner transformation is effected, at which point the mask is discarded.
Oh yeah, here he is, the iconic Alpha Hound Dog:
It doesn’t get any better than that, if you want to be a 1970s lounge lizard sleazeball with comic book superpowers. That pretty much sums up my opinion of “Game.”
Now then, I don’t mean to denigrate the self-help industry, the men’s movement, or the Hamster Theory of female motivation. I think they all have their place. It’s just that I think that place is somewhere in the talking segments of a cheap 1980s frat-boy comedy.
The psychoanalytic aspect of the discussions is kind of interesting, if you insert citations to B.F. Skinner, Edward Bernays, and Larry Flynt. The feminist complaint against it is disingenuous, and therefore entertaining to read about. The evolutionary psychology aspect is a pathetic post hoc rationalization, like everything else in evo-psych; but it is also entertaining to watch fake science pile up fake evidence.
The worst part about Gamesters is the ambience of their anonymous gatherings, which closely resemble 12-step groups for sex addicts. Yeah, I suppose it’s good for them to help each other out, but rubbing shoulders with them is kind of creepy, and the slime just doesn’t wash off with the first try. I think that with a little more flamboyance, they could at least make a clever screwball comedy.