Sunday, June 7, 2026

Oh, Now I Understand

Any regular reader of this blog will realize that I have read a great deal about the Mexican-American War.  One thing that has repeatedly puzzled me was the treatment of Nicholas Trist, the man who negotiated the Treaty of Guadalupe-Hidalgo.  Here was a man who had been a personal secretary for Thomas Jefferson, a private secretary for Andrew Jackson, and the number two man at the State Department.  Nonetheless, President Polk excoriated the man.  Why?  Trist comes across as such a reasonable fellow and yet so many figures of the time hated him.  What gives?

Recently, I started reading some primary documents, notably the correspondence between General Winfield Scott and Nicholas Trist.  When Trist arrived in Vera Cruz, General Scott was already in Jalapa in the wake of his victory at Cerro Gordo, so Trist was forced to correspond with general until he could tag along with a supply train to the Mexican interior.  It is hard to describe just how full of himself Trist is when reading his letters.  In one particular letter, his average sentence was 57 words long.  The average sentence.  The longest proved to be 224 words.  One sentence.  Here it is:

Now, sir, in reply to this, all I have to do is to deliver to you— as I hereby do in writing—(and this for the second time, unless my first letter was far more enigmatical than I believe it could seem to any honest men, who, upon their conscience and honor, should be called to respond to the questions, whether you had or had not, in this instance, been guilty of a wanton contempt of orders; and whether this offence had or had not been aggravated by the character of the pretenses under which the contempt was indulged in, and the contumacy sought to be covered up)—I have, I say, sir, to deliver you this message from your commander-in-chief, the President to of the United States, to wit: “When the communication, bearing the seal of the Department of State, and addressed ‘to his excellency the minister of foreign relations of the Mexican republic,’ shall be placed in the hands of the general-in-chief of the United States army in Mexico, it is the will, order, and command of the President of the United States, that the said communication shall forthwith be transmitted to its destination under flag of truce; which flag of truce is to proceed from the head-quarters of the army, and is to be a flag of truce from the general-in-chief.  

This one sentence is more than a fifth of the entire letter.  The tone is consistent throughout.  Trist berates General Scott like one might a willful child.  This is the sort of letter that could convince the recipient to challenge the writer to a duel.  After reading the letter, I had a strong dislike for Trist.  Trist's correspondence with Secretary of State James Buchanan contains similarly overlong sentence, though not the insults.  Ah, now I see.

A Force of One (1979)

In a coastal California city, a pair of vice cops were found dead.  The injuries are such that the police concluded that an expert martial artist killed them.  As such, Detective Mandy Rust (Jennifer O'Neill) went to a local dojo to interview Matt Logan (Chuck Norris), the current Karate champion who happens to live in the community and was training to defend his title in an upcoming competition.  Furthermore, the chief wanted the vice cops to take martial arts training, which Matt provided.  Soon, more vice cops were found dead as the drug problems worsen.  Even Matt was attacked by a masked martial artist, but he was able to defend himself until the assailant fled.

Chuck Norris essentially played himself.  Matt Logan is a Karate champion who runs a martial arts studio.  Interestingly, one of the trainers at the dojo is Anderson, who is played by Chuck's real-life brother, Aaron Norris.  Matt has an adoptive son, Charlie (Eric Laneuville).  Notably, his real-life son, Mike Norris, had a cameo as a pizza delivery kid on a skateboard. The dojo secretary, Harriett (Lisa James), clearly wants to date Matt, but he and Detective Rust are seeing a lot of each other, not all of it professional.

Jennifer O'Neill was a strange choice for the lead.  She had cut her hair quite short for a previous movie and it is basically a buzz cut here.  She doesn't give the vibe of a hardened cop.  Nonetheless, she got top billing.

There is plenty of martial arts action.  The villain's muscle, Sparks (Bill "Superfoot" Wallace, a Karate champion), trounced the 4 vice cops, ambushed Matt, later fought Matt in the championship match during the competition, and had a final showdown with Matt in the finale.  Indeed, he did more onscreen fighting than Norris.

Though there is a lot of promise in the story, the script is mediocre.  The story drags along and the characters don't develop.  The romance between Matt and Mandy gradually goes nowhere.  There is an effort to explore both the martial arts competition and the drug world, blending the two into a single narrative; does not work well.

Just okay.