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#TenDayMovieChallenge 2018

06 Thursday Dec 2018

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I was tapped by friend Brandy Schillace to do the Ten Day Movie Challenge on Twitter, which involves posting ten stills from ten movies that are meaningful to you with no further commentary. However, if you are interested in what ten movies I chose, here are the stills with film titles, directors, and year of release.

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Fire (1996)
Directed by Deepa Mehta

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Emma and Grandpa (1983)
Directed by Joy Whitby

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Strictly Ballroom (1992)
Directed by Baz Luhrmann

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Carol (2015)
Directed by Todd Haynes

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The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (1988)
Directed by Marilyn Fox

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Iron Jawed Angels (2004)
Directed by Katja von Garnier

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A Room with a View (1985)
Directed by James Ivory

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Crimson Peak (2015)
Directed by Guillermo del Toro

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Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)
Directed by George Miller

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God’s Own Country (2017)
Directed by Francis Lee

movienotes: sense8

09 Monday Nov 2015

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This past weekend I finished watching the first season of Sense8 on Netflix and thought I’d share a few thoughts about what I enjoyed about it. And I did enjoy it overall. It’s not perfect in my mind (hell, point me to the cultural product that is?) but I really enjoyed getting to know the eight central characters as individual people over the course of the series, and the secondary cast as well.

For those who are unfamiliar with the premise of the show, it’s a psychological thriller / science fiction drama that is a kissing cousin of Orphan Black. As with Orphan Black we have a physiologically unique (evolved?) subset of human beings (or other species?) who have unique abilities and a shadowy group of powerful scientists with a vested interest in eradicating them. Sense8 posits a world in which groups of eight individuals are telepathically connected around the globe, sharing one anothers’ senses and being able to project into one anothers’ mental and actual spaces. They are able to share emotions, skills, memories, and real-time sensory experience. Sense8 follows one particular group of these individuals as they awaken to their connection, learn about and from one another, and strategize to escape the clutches of the Evil Scientists(tm) who seek to neutralize their powers.

A lot has been said about the global scope of this series, with its human diversity of many kinds (racial, gender, sexual, socioeconomic background and so forth). And that’s definitely there, much more so than many other mainstream shows. I was wary that “HEY LOOK WE HAVE DIVERSITY” would be where the series stopped, and was relieved that this type of tokenism didn’t ultimately overwhelm the individuality of the characters. Instead, identity-based diversity becomes the rich earth from which subtle individual difference grows, individuality that is informed by the characters’ divergent life experiences.  In some of the early episodes I felt like characters were being introduced with stereotyped shorthand, but they pushed through those narratives and came into their own complexity over time.

While on its face an action drama, in which the characters must successfully evade a powerful threat (as well as wrestle with some more personal demons, and localized aggressors), I would argue that Sense8 is in fact a romance. Relationship is at the heart of Sense8‘s power, and questions of connection and empathy, disconnection and loss permeate the season’s twelve episodes from beginning to end. Sure, our intrepid band of telepaths must battle opponents who seek to do them harm. But that story has been told a thousand and one times (probably more), a standard trope of the genre. It is in the relationship realm that Sense8‘s unique contribution comes into its own.

I really appreciated how the senseates’ connection to one another was not exclusive of other deep, deep emotional bonds. Wolfgang has a best friend whom he seeks to protect with his life; Will struggles to maintain a relationship with his father; Capheus feels keenly the absence of his sister (given up for adoption) and cares tenderly and fiercely for his HIV+ mother. The few scenes between multiply-traumatized Riley and her musician father are so heartbreakingly loving. And there are relationship struggles as well: Kala trying to decide whether to follow through with marriage to a man she is uncertain she loves, Sun sacrifices herself to protect the honor of her father and brother only to have second thoughts from jail.

Two senseates, San Franciscan hacker Nomi and Mexican telenovella star Lito, are in queer relationships with non-sensates, and those relationships are not treated as second-fiddle to the senseate connection. Nomi and Amanita are gloriously sensual and committed as a couple, their sexual desire for one another often fueling arousal among the other senseates without regard to orientation. Deeply-closeted Lito endangers his relationship with Hernando and Daniela, and ultimately must decide whether his love for them is stronger than his fear of being outed.

Interestingly, elder (and somewhat tedious) sensates appear to our intrepid band at various points throughout the season and almost always insist that self-sacrifice and disconnection (suicide, avoidance of others in the group) are the key to survival. Yet over and over again the Sense8 group chooses to reach out and support one another, and to refuse self-sacrifice if there is any chance at another way. The elders imply or outright insist that relationships make one vulnerable; Will and Riley, for example, are discouraged from pursuing a sexual relationship with one another because the older sensates feel it’s almost incestuous. Will and Riley (and the rest of their group) disagree, and it is ultimately Riley and Will’s fierce determination to remain in one anothers’ lives that routes the enemy at the end of season one. Working cooperatively (with one another and trusted humans) ends up strengthening rather than weakening their team.

The relationship-centric nature of this series, set within a rich tapestry of diverse cultural backgrounds and personal experiences that inform the characters’ morality and desires, was really good television and I feel like I’ll be mulling over the people it introduced me to for many a day to come.

stuff to watch and listen to while quilting

26 Saturday Sep 2015

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quilt_buttons2As many of you know, Hanna and I have been quilting this fall. Having handwork means I need something to keep my brain occupied — since I have a really hard time just doing something physical. So, for the first time in about eight years, I have a substantial amount of time in the evenings and on weekend to listen to and/or watch things while my hands are occupied. Here’s a list of some of the things I’ve been enjoying.

Podcasts

Fansplaining. A new podcast about all things fandom.

Reality Cast. Reproductive health and sexuality news.

Sex Out Loud. With Tristan Taormino.

Welcome to Night Vale. (I’ve finally caught up to new episodes!)

Television Shows

Outlander. As a longtime fan of the books, I’m best pleased with this adaptation.

Sense8. Best watched for the character development rather than the labyrinthine

Strange Empire. Deadwood crossed with Penny Dreadful

 

movienotes: better than chocolate

05 Tuesday May 2015

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So I’m probably the last bisexual lesbian in North America to watch Better Than Chocolate (1999), a delightful indie Canadian film that centers two adorable lesbian romances. When do people have the time and energy to watch movies after they’re no longer in school?! But while Hanna was off at a conference last week and I was feeling pissed off about the conservative pundits’ commentary on Obergefell v. Hodges I decided to finally sit my ass down and watch me ladies getting up to naughty, pleasurable things. Because I figure nothing says “bite me” in this context quite like just getting on with enjoying our civilization-destroying lives. Continue reading →

my #365feministselfie project

09 Thursday Apr 2015

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birthday10On my birthday, I took a photograph of myself with my desktop computer at work.

The following day I took another, and impulsively decided to turn the birthday photograph into the start of a year-long contribution to the #365feministselfie project on Twitter and Facebook.

I’m posting these images to @feministlib and my personal Facebook (where they’re limited to friends due to my privacy settings). I’ll also be periodically adding them to an album on the feminist librarian community page.

“come as you are” is finally here!

14 Saturday Mar 2015

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[UPDATE: The embed function isn’t working so for now, here is the interview I tried to embed: 7 Sex Education Lessons From Emily Nagoski’s Come As You Are]

Back in 2010 I discovered this quirky blog, Emily Nagoski ::sex nerd::, that that gave me a term, “sex nerd,” for how I approach thinking about and exploring human sexuality. Over the past five years, I’ve had the pleasure of engaging as a commenter on Emily’s blog, discussing human sexuality via email, and serving as a reviewer on early drafts of what is not being published as Come As You Are: The Surprising New Science that Will Transform Your Sex Life (Simon and Schuster, 2015).

(Emily, I’m so glad you stuck with this title, as it has been a playful favorite of mine since you first tried it out!)

I haven’t always been a fan of every population-level generalization Emily makes about cis female sexuality — that is, some of her generalizations haven’t rung true with the way I, personally, experience arousal and desire — but hey, that’s what scientists mean when they talk about what is generally for the population under discussion. (See? Because I read ::sex nerd:: back in the day, I can make that distinction now!)

So I’m pleased to see all of the exposure that Emily’s getting, what with her recent op-ed in the New York Times and the extended conversation above, which appeared on the local WBUR show “Radio Boston” last week. I hope if this is the sort of thing that interests you (or you think it will interest a person in your life) you’ll take a look at or listen to what she has to say!

movienotes: miracle on 34th street

22 Monday Dec 2014

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Hanna and I watched Miracle on 34th Street over the weekend — the proper 1947 version, of course! — and it was interesting to consider some of the adult characters and their storylines in what is on its surface billed as a feel-good children’s story about wish fulfillment and belief and hope and goodwill during the holidays.

In the twenty minutes before the workday begins, here are some “history hat” observations… Continue reading →

movienotes: footloose and flashdance

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

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This weekend, Hanna and I had a 1980s dance (movie) party with friends A’Llyn, Nathan, and their 1-year-old sprog who — if his living room moves were any indication — is going to grow up to be the next generation’s Ren McCormack. We watched Footloose (1984), which has stood up surprisingly well, and Flashdance (1983), which has very much not — although maybe I shouldn’t talk since I never saw it in the actual 1980s and this was my first viewing. But those in the audience who had seen it as children confirmed that from an adult perspective it was even creepier than they remembered!

A few observations about first Footloose and then Flashdance. Spoilers below, fairly obviously, if you care.

Footloose I first saw at some point in my pre-adolescent period. The two things I remembered most vividly were John Lithgow’s performance as the small-town pastor (whom child-me loved to hate) and the scene where Lori Singer, playing the preacher’s daughter, climbs between her friend’s car and her boyfriend’s truck while they’re driving down a two-lane highway. It’s a scene meant to impress upon us that Ariel (Singer) is a thrill-seeking teenager, but mostly just terrifies me every time I have to watch it! Still, as I said above Footloose still has charm and, think time around, I was struck by a few things I hadn’t noticed, or experienced differently, as a child.

  • John Lithgow’s pastor, Rev. Moore is less fire-and-brimstone than he is sad as a character. In fact, we took to referring to him as “sad John Lithgow” every time he showed up in a scene. The film-makers couldn’t seem to decide whether they wanted to make him a petty tyrant or a fearful father … and ended up trying to go for both with only middling success.
  • Kevin Bacon’s Ren is, like, the most polite Big City Rebel ever. Seriously. He wears a suit and tie to school on his first day, and when he decides to enlist the high school seniors to defy the town prohibition against dancing he … wears the suit and tie to a town council meeting and reads a speech in defense of their case. He refuses to smoke pot, even when a local bad boy foists a joint on him, and chills with his little cousins. 
  • Domestic and intimate partner violence get a look-in, although not much of a mention. On the one hand, we have John Lithgow’s character smacking his daughter across the cheek for talking back to him (probably part of what cemented him in my childhood head as an Evil Character). On the other, we have Ariel’s truck-driving boyfriend who beats her up when she breaks up with him. She takes a pipe out of the back of his truck and smashes his windshield and headlights. He gives her a bloody nose and a black eye. The situation is clearly being set up as the negative contrast to Ariel’s eventual relationship with Ren, but it’s also treated like a weird side-point that’s never substantively addressed.
  • The teenagers get a surprising amount of support from the surrounding adults — for a town where supposedly dancing is Of The Evil. Ren’s mother is fired from her job at one point because her son is causing trouble, and the relatives they’re staying with get momentarily judgy. But, like, the mill owner Ren works for after school offers his building for the dance, and Mrs. Moore sticks up for her daughter and the other students at a couple of key points. 
  • Reverand Moore draws the line a burning books from the library, which is sweet but also makes his prohibition against dancing as a sin nonsensical. He’s set up at the beginning of the film as the Big Baddie, only to emerge toward the end as one of the primary advocates for the teens. It’s disconcerting.
  • And Ren McCormack has more chemistry with his new BFF, Willard, than he ever has with Ariel. The scenes where Ren is teaching Willard to dance have more spark in them than any other scene in the film, frankly, and I’m started to find that there is no fan fiction fleshing this romance out on AO3. Fan writers, you’ve let me down!

So overall, Footloose is dated and cheesy — but aged surprisingly well.

The same can most decidedly not be said for Flashdance, which sadly starts out with the promising fact that its female lead, Jennifer Beals plays a welder named Alex Owens who — in addition to holding down a solid, skilled (and I’d bet unionized) working-class job — dreams of successfully applying to the Pittsburgh Conservatory of Dance. Even the fact that Alex moonlights as an “exotic dancer” (but OMG not a stripper!!) wouldn’t on the face of it be enough to kill the film — this could have been one of your predictable “triumph over obstacles”-cum-marriage-plot movies, wherein the girl wins the guy and the chance to study ballet at the school of her dreams.

But.

BUT.

  • There’s this small problem with the love interest being her boss at the building site where she’s working. And, like, a major stalker with the world’s creepiest vibe ever. Starting with the fact that he approaches her at work the day after having seen her dance at the dive bar where she works. So, you know, his interest in her as a person has this double creeptastic factor of “I’ve seen you dance practically naked and I thought that was hot, wanna date?” blended with, “I’m your boss and I’ve just disclosed to you, on the job where I’m supervising you, that I showed up to watch you dance practically naked and I thought that was hot and want to date you.”
  • Ms. Owens (yay feminism!) tells him quite firmly no, she doesn’t date the boss. So he follows her home from the site at night in his car, while she’s riding her bike, and propositions her again. When she insists she doesn’t date the boss he fires her so they can do on a date together the following night.
  • Although she blows him off, she apparently thinks better of it ’cause the following night they’re on a date!
  • And on that “first date” there’s this truly excitingly horrible you-can’t-look-away-from-it scene wherein Alex takes Mr. Manager back to her (loft porn!) apartment for pizza and walks back into the living area in a black negligee and grey warm-up sweater (see DVD cover photo) and proceeds to take her bra off from under her sweatshirt. Our entire audience sort of couldn’t believe it was happening. Not that slutting it up for your partner isn’t fun sometimes, but this was a first date with a stalker boss and the whole thing felt way too close to a professional strip tease. (Needless to say, they proceed to have sex.)
  • Long story short, she continues to perform sexually for him (and I’m framing it like this deliberately — all of their private interludes are echoes of her on-stage performances) and lo and behold he has connections at the Conservatory. So he makes a few calls and she gets an audition!
  • Although Alex protests, nominally, over the wheeling and dealing, in the end she goes to the audition anyway and presumably wins a spot in the Conservatory. We never actually get to find out, since the closing shots are of her making out with her sugar daddy.
I think what was so frustratingly, jaw-droppingly bad about Flashdance was that with a few tweaks it could have been a charming, though obviously cliched, romantic comedy. Make the love interest someone other than her boss. Make him someone who didn’t proposition her after seeing her perform. Make it clearer what dancing means to her, and dis-entangle the patronage from the romantic relationship. Could her boss at the construction site see her perform and, oh, incidentally, know someone who knows someone … without sex being used as such overt currency? So it was like two degrees away from being a movie that was meh but not actually cringe-inducing, and ended up just being bad. No cookies, people. No cookies.
Next time around, I think we’re gonna go with Alien and Terminator.

movienotes: les miserables

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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I have some book reviews I need to write for books I’ve read this month, and a third “why I write fic” post in the queue, but I just got back from a weekend with my sister in the beautiful Austin, Texas, and my brain can’t seem to form coherent-yet-complex thoughts. So instead, I’m going to offer up a few observations about the film version of Les Miserables that I saw in the theater the weekend before last.

Javert (Crowe) and Valjean (Jackman)

I saw the musical once before, live, when I was in London in January of 2004. My principle memories at the time involve enjoying the music (I’m a life-long musical theatre fan, so a good musical will always win me over in the end), being distracted by the book I’d picked up that day and brought with me to read during intermission (The Time-Traveler’s Wife), and my surprise at the fact that the emotional-relational through-line for the story is not the second act marriage-plot between Marius and Cosette but the connection forged between Jean Valjean and Inspector Javert. It is their dance of power, desperation, obsession, compassion, forgiveness, and despair that drive the plot from start to finish. Hugo’s novel is that 19th century classic the Social Problems Novel and, and is — I’m sure I am far from the first to remark upon this! — a queer choice for musical theatre.

Fantine (Hathaway) selling her hair.

A few thoughts in no particular order:

  • Women, work and society. The film version of Les Mis had some really interesting (largely visual) observations to make about women and work. There’s Fantine, Anne Hathaway’s character, who is working in a factory to pay for her daughter’s care. Rumored to be a slut, and punished by the foreman for being a single mother, she’s cast onto the streets and sells her hair, teeth, and sex before succumbing to consumption. Her daughter, Cosette, has been boarded out as a laborer herself, working for a couple running an inn (the buffoonish and cruel Thenardiers). While Cosette is rescued by Valjean and ascends to the middle class through marriage (one could argue a certain kind of “wage work” in its own right, certainly an economic decision), her age-mate Eponine Thenardier — abused by her parents and pining after Cosette’s lover — cross-dresses as a boy to join the revolution and ultimately dies on the barricade. On the periphery of the story drift prostitutes, beggars, and female religious who serve as nurses and also offer refuge for Jean Valjean at various points throughout the story. When the student revolutionaries are shot by French soldiers, the uprising put down, it is women who are left to scrub down the blood-filled streets. Overall, Les Mis hammers home in multiple ways the limited options for the vast majority of women in 19th century France. True, there were limited options for most people living in France at that time — but this film adaptation does a good job of highlighting the way women’s sex/gender limited them in particular ways.
  • Futility of revolutionary action? Throughout, the film/musical has a deeply ambivalent relationship to the politics of its student revolutionaries. Marius’s boyfriend Enjolras is a charismatic and idealistic young Parisian student who, with a group of peers, orchestrates a violent rebellion (based on a real historical incident) that ultimately fails and leaves everyone — save Marius, rescued by Jean Valjean for his adopted daughter’s sake — dead. In Hugo’s world, the violence of the state (personified by Javert; more below) is responsible for the wretchedness of virtually every character in the story, but political action is depicted as ultimately futile and deadly. Yet the film ends with a triumphant reprise of the rebels call to arms, with Fantine, Valjean, and all of the dead students waving tricolor flags high above the Parisian skyline. Have they … won? And if so, how? Is the film meant to suggest revolutionary action is ever-needed? If the next generation (Marius and Cosette) have retreated into bourgeois respectability — Marius’ father welcomes them in with open arms and throws a lavish party for their wedding — should this be considered a win? For whom? I have read some reviews that suggest Hugo’s narrative points toward interpersonal love triumphing over political action (again, more below) but if that is the thrust of the plot it is an unsatisfying one: many people, even many “deserving” poor, die or are left in desperate poverty despite benevolence (and occasionally actual care) extended to them by others. If I had to guess, I’d hazard that Hugo might imagine that all attempts to improve the human condition on a large scale are doomed to failure, and that one-to-one interactions are our only — and ultimately futile — recourse.
  • Letting go of the next generation. As I wrote above, my first impressions of Les Mis is that it is a story about parents and letting go. Fantine, first, must let go of Cosette in order to provide for her (by going to work and leaving her with the innkeepers), and then ultimately must let her go when she dies and entrusts her to Valjean, a man she barely knows. She cannot know what her daughter’s future holds — for good or ill — and yet must depart. And then in the second act Valjean must let go of Cosette when she falls in love with Marius. While at first this loss is painful to him, and he tries to leave  the country with Cosette in tow, when he intercepts a letter from Marius to Cosette he regrets his actions and rescues Marius from the barricades. After the two children are engaged to be married, Valjean — his duty to his daughter complete, now she is in another man’s care — he departs to a monastery to die. We also have, of course, all of the children who die: Eponine and the students, including a young street urchin named Gavroche who is the first casualty of the day. The adults may believe these young peoples’ actions are foolish and futile, dangerous even, but the young people ultimately must forge their own paths.
  • The central romance in the story is between Valjean and Javert. So, okay, you don’t have to read their relationship as one long exercise in Unresolved Sexual Tension – but I certainly found it much more satisfying than the Marius/Cosette situation, let me tell you. Inspector Javert spends decades in pursuit of Valjean, obsessed with the man and fascinated/repulsed by the notion that the “criminal” Valjean (imprisoned for stealing a loaf of bread) could ever be anything other than a criminal. Valjean, whose religious conversion shortly after he is paroled helps him rebuild his life, tries to model a more nuanced morality for Javert (while, you know, evading re-arrest!) — and in the penultimate scene he succeeds. Given the opportunity to kill or capture Valjean, whom he has tracked into the Parisian sewers, Javert lets Valjean go. And is so shattered by his decision to let the rule of law go in the interest of human compassion that he commits suicide.
  • Oh, and the acting. I was really impressed with everyone in this cast, all of whom seemed to really be throwing themselves into their work both musically and acting-wise. At times, Hugh Jackman and Russell Crowe really seemed to be struggling with the score which surprised me — since I know Jackman, at least, is a strong singer. But I think that might have been a function of recording the songs live on-set rather than in a recording studio before or after the shoot. And Helena Bonham Carter and Sacha Baron Cohen as the odious Thenardiers were delightfully campy, offering some of the only comic relief around — and even then, theirs is a story that has a pretty tragic side if you linger more than a moment or two). 
And that’s all I got, folks. If you’re musical theater fans or fans of the Victorian “social problem” novel, I’d highly recommend seeing the film — preferably in the theatre since it truly is a spectacle of a movie musical. I know some people were really frustrated by the filming — the tendency to frame actors in the corner of the screen, or incompletely, but I actually like that technique for the way it makes you notice the composition of the shot, makes you realize a visual image is being constructed for you, rather than allowing you to feel you’re simply immersed in the action. Artifice, in this instance I would argue, works well with the musical genre.

mid-week cat in a box [video]

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

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… not one of ours, sadly. Though I imagine Teazle would be totally into boxing herself. And then immediately climbing out again. And then back in. And then out. And then in. And then … well, you get the idea.

But I thought for a Wednesday in mid-December, this video was just about right.

Hope everyone’s week is going well, and I’m looking forward to having some time to post toward the end of the month. The holiday season is upon us — can you believe it’s almost 2013?

We live in the future, people!

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