
The resurrection and renaming of this blog is an attempt to organize my mind when it comes to media. This blog will focus on moving media. It will couple with my new blog, which focuses on things I read, whether it be fiction, comic books, internet articles or theory. The separation of motion based and print based media is purely organizational. Both will function to synthesize my creativity and production oriented goals with my research.
For me this film was a rare character study of a woman that encompassed over 20 years of her life. Barbara Stanwyck gave a really great performance as Stella Dallas, a lower class girl that marries up bit then refuses to leave her small town and winds up devoting everything of herself to her daughter. It is obviously a look at what a self-sacrificing mother should be, but there is something tragic about Stella and her relation to fashion and acquiring material objects (like furs) as status symbols. Over the course of the film, which is meant to be about 20 years of her life, we see Stella's relationship to these objects and her dress slowly spiral out of control as her lower class complex roots itself ever more deeply into her psyche. By the end of the film she is an over-exaggerated embarrassment and the flits of her self-awareness of her over-display are the most dramatic, charming and well acted parts of the film. She is struggling with knowing that she has lost control of her fashion and staying resilient as they strong woman she always has been.
In class we talked about Stella's push and pull of recognition and resistance in relation to class and how different classes use money/fashion to show status. This returns in the 80s and 90s with Working Girl and Pretty Woman. Pretty Woman is a parable about capitalism. Gere finds a soul in a hooker with a heart of gold. In relation to Bartky Julia Roberts is a woman learning to survey herself through the eyes of patriarchy. Of course there is no way to understand black maid in Stella Dallas or the guy carrying the luggage in Pretty Woman in relation to the readings for today and 2nd wave feminism.
Based on Vito Russo's book, The Celluloid Closet looks back on gay and lesbian representation in cinema, primarily during the Production Code era (which began, according to the film, with Hays Code and a boycott byt the Catholic Church in 1934) when all GLBT content was banned from the screen. I enjoy seeing how intelligent and subversive the filmmakers had to be in order to include gay content and messages despite the code. Although I hate the idea of the production code and censorship, I do think that some films today would be much better if they were more subtle. Some of the best romantic tension is that which isn't said, and hides just below the surface and that is precisely what the code forced these movies to do.
Fried Green Tomatoes (1991) – The woman they interviewed about this movie was angry that she wasn’t being told explicitly that they were lesbians and in love, but I loved the subtly of that. Iggy was so in love with her and clearly coded as lesbian. To me that movie said it as explicitly as you could in the time period/location that the movie takes place. In real life, being in love with a straight woman in the 30s/40s in the south plays out that subtly. I felt it was true, because they couldn’t just stand up and say it back then.
Watched this gem on cable tonight. I wasn't expecting to watch more than first 10 minutes, but it just drew me in. I had forgotten how good, and classic Bond, it is. With brilliant yet cheesy one-liners peppered throughout, like "They'll print anything these days" referring to a dead guy smearing blood on the newspaper press and "Let's take the highway" when Bond drives the motorcycle up on some trucks. It taps into satellite and media mogul anxiety in typical Bond critique of technology, but perhaps the most interesting was Michelle Yeoh in the most un-Bond Girl like role yet. She kicks major ass in the latter part of the film. Proving to be just as competent with guns weaponry, and technology as Bond and, in addition, boosts her famous martial arts skills. She is beautiful, but not in the same way other Bond girls are and I would say that her body was not shamelessly exploited for sex appeal like all the others either.
There were no gratuitous naked or swimsuit shots of her. Teri Hatcher fulfills the femme fatale role, sex-bomb role leaving Yeoh free to kick ass, be intelligent, equal Bond and even get him in the end. It seems like the Halle Berry Bond trash stole all the makings of a good Bond flick but ultimately fell flat. What was the difference? Halle Berry was kick ass, but definitely exploited for her looks, and her performance, if I remember, was just lackluster. The fear of technology was linked to genetics, appropriate for the time, but everything about it was so ludicrous. Changing faces, ice castles and I can only assume that amidst all this over-the-top schlock, the charming yet cheesy one-liners became dry and cliche. That is a dichotomy of the Bond films though, always using the neatest gadgets to destroy an enemy that is fixing to use science's next invention to take over the world.
I'm just going to do a quick write up of my thoughts on Hellboy. It was nice to get the story of Hellboy's origins. Given the world it creates, with a fantasy world existing under the surface of our own, it was pretty believable. The creature that spawns 2 more of itself every time it dies was a neat twist. Liz's character was perplexing. She was weak and scared of her power and in a mental hospital, but then unleashed by the man orchestrating the evil. She was really a non-factor in this movie too, except for the kick-ass scene at the end when she tells the guy to hit her so she can get mad and fry all the demons. Otherwise she was the love interest. This was cool in the one scene when Hellboy is stalking her from the roof with the kid and eating cookies. Despite his demon persona, he felt very real in this scene and became very endearing form this point on.