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Interests: Everything
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Recent Journal
I need more chick flicks in my life
a week ago
It's a shame how few of these movies I've seen. My tastes run more to The Transporter (2002), the first of three fun, gloriously stupid movies about a professional driver/martial arts master who, in a cool as fuck black suit and tie, MacGyvers weapons out of found objects and wipes the floor with dozens of opponents. Obviously it's a movie aimed squarely at teenaged boys, and the one woman in the picture is a prize to be won or lost (it wouldn't matter much to our hero either way).
But say I'm in the mood for something different -- say, one of the many, many movies about women in dysfunctional romances, or women squabbling with their sisters, or women shocked to learn they're turning into their mothers, or women learning the hard way to own their own talent and to stop being someone else's doormat. Where do I start?
Here's where I remembered that copy of Cinematherapy: The Girls' Guide to Movies for Every Mood that's been gathering dust next to my shelves for years; I finally started to read it a few days ago. Authors Nancy Peske and Beverly West briefly criticize 300 or so movies with an irresistible combination of insight and snark, arguing with tongue only slightly in cheek that "movies are more than entertainment: they're self-medication."
"[W}e women have a tangle of spiritual resonance, emotional history, and psychological nuance to unravel while browsing...the shelves at our local video store," the authors assert in their introduction, a gender essentialist postcard from the '90s. "Men, of course, don't have this problem because they have only two moods: on and off." Sure, sure. Fewer and fewer people believe that gender and sexuality are fixed categories: now they're a spectrum that folks can travel across, as they always were. But this was 1999. Besides, I'm learning things about movies I've never seen.
"Feeling ugly, dorky, crazy, totally inept at relationships? Here's one that'll inspire you: Based on the true story of award-winning New Zealand writer Janet Frame, An Angel at My Table (1990) is the story of a late bloomer, an artist whose severe lack of social skills and confidence nearly cripples her, but who nevertheless achieves great critical success."
"Let's see: unselfish, fiscally responsible, respectful of her rules and tastes regarding decor, good to the kid, effective bouncer at the door. Death, apparently, does wonders for a man's character." (The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, 1947)
Or Aliens (1986): "Not a good film to watch before your overbearing mother picks up the kids for the weekend."
The possibilities are endless, but I won't be getting (back) to these movies anytime soon -- I still have to finish binge-watching Naruto, y'know.
But say I'm in the mood for something different -- say, one of the many, many movies about women in dysfunctional romances, or women squabbling with their sisters, or women shocked to learn they're turning into their mothers, or women learning the hard way to own their own talent and to stop being someone else's doormat. Where do I start?
Here's where I remembered that copy of Cinematherapy: The Girls' Guide to Movies for Every Mood that's been gathering dust next to my shelves for years; I finally started to read it a few days ago. Authors Nancy Peske and Beverly West briefly criticize 300 or so movies with an irresistible combination of insight and snark, arguing with tongue only slightly in cheek that "movies are more than entertainment: they're self-medication."
"[W}e women have a tangle of spiritual resonance, emotional history, and psychological nuance to unravel while browsing...the shelves at our local video store," the authors assert in their introduction, a gender essentialist postcard from the '90s. "Men, of course, don't have this problem because they have only two moods: on and off." Sure, sure. Fewer and fewer people believe that gender and sexuality are fixed categories: now they're a spectrum that folks can travel across, as they always were. But this was 1999. Besides, I'm learning things about movies I've never seen.
"Feeling ugly, dorky, crazy, totally inept at relationships? Here's one that'll inspire you: Based on the true story of award-winning New Zealand writer Janet Frame, An Angel at My Table (1990) is the story of a late bloomer, an artist whose severe lack of social skills and confidence nearly cripples her, but who nevertheless achieves great critical success."
"Let's see: unselfish, fiscally responsible, respectful of her rules and tastes regarding decor, good to the kid, effective bouncer at the door. Death, apparently, does wonders for a man's character." (The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, 1947)
Or Aliens (1986): "Not a good film to watch before your overbearing mother picks up the kids for the weekend."
The possibilities are endless, but I won't be getting (back) to these movies anytime soon -- I still have to finish binge-watching Naruto, y'know.
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