Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Who remembers Anthony Weiner? Show of hands, please.
In case you've forgotten or live in another country where the Weiner story wasn't covered, Anthony Weiner was a seven-term Congressman from New York. Then all hell broke loose when he texted photos of a certain part of his body to quite a few women. Weiner resigned in 2011.
His wife, Huma Abedin, is a longtime close adviser to Hillary Clinton.
Weiner tried to make a comeback by running for mayor of New York City in 2013. Someone made the decision to allow documentary filmmakers to cover Weiner's return to politics. The result is Weiner (2016, Rated R, Recently Available on DVD).
As I recall Anthony Weiner before the scandal broke, he was a politician who showed great promise. But he couldn't keep the promise because he was too busy ruining his political life and his family life.
The saddest part of the documentary is watching Huma Abedin's face. She's humiliated, and even when she and Weiner are "alone" with the documentary cameras rolling, he belittles Abedin with nearly every word he speaks to her. She's by his side as he campaigns, and he treats her like shit.
Of course, catastrophe ensues. That's what makes it Weiner.
It's a well made documentary that will probably leave you shaking your head in bewilderment. Why do people with talent and power throw it all away? Why does his wife tolerate one minute of his insanity? *Note: She left him three days ago after more lewd photos surfaced, including one in which their four-year-old son is in bed with Weiner while he sexts.
Weiner earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Idiotic But Fascinating Approval.
Britney, will you sing us out please?
Infinities of love,
Oops! I did it again.
I played with my dick.
I'm a narcissistic idiot.
Typical expressions on Huma Abedin's face during the documentary:
And the possibilities lost: