Friday, July 16, 2010

Pieces of You


It's really that good.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Maleficio!

"I'm exactly where I want to be and I'm doing fine."


Oh my gosh, y'all.

Tonight I was gathering my business from the back seat of my Honda Passport when out popped a pair of white briefs that I had been keeping there in case of an emergency.  Oops.  Staring at those underpants lying there helplessly on the grey concrete, all I could think was, "Slut."  Then I nearly doubled over - I was having a vision.  My tidy whiteys with the turquoise waistband coupled with the sense memory of being called a slut reminded me of the most perfect Faggotyass summer movie ever - The Witches of Eastwick (1987)!


A full decade before the Sex and the City sluts permeated popular culture, we could readily categorize ourselves according to The Witches of Eastwick.  You were either an Alexandra (brassy and strong-willed), a Jane (prissy, waiting to be unfurled like a summer rose),  or a Sukie (ethereal and perpetually frazzled).  In gay speak: you were either Cher, Susan Sarandon, or Michelle Pfeiffer.


While these three actresses may have been at the apex of the 1980s Hollywood food chain, the ladies they're playing are a little sad.  They find themselves stuck in small town New England with an overwhelming feeling that life has all but passed them by.  Recently divorced Jane is teaching music to unappreciative mongrels, losing her funding and constantly fending off advances from the fat and married board members of the elementary school.  Alexandra is an artist whose sculptures aren't selling; her husband died years ago so she lives alone with her teenage daughter.  Sukie loved a rocker but he left her high and dry to raise their six children by herself, working as a writer for the local paper. 


"Why is it always women who have visions?"


These are women who can influence the weather and who have persuasive powers over fruits and vegetables.  They can predict the future and make the earth move.  They raise children and maintain mortgages.  When their powers combine, they can vanquish enemies without even having to leave their martinis.  Are these witches or just independent women?  If they possess all this power, then why is their primary concern that of finding a man?  Is The Witches of Eastwick a feminist parable or does it suggest that women are only content with a man who treats them like shit?

While Jack Nicholson initially appeals to their intelligence to get them in bed, in the end it's his chauvinism that keeps them there.  Why would three women who are smart and funny - with perfect bodies and great sundresses - ever desire a rotund, balding, narcissistic schlub like Jack Nicholson?  Do they hate themselves that much?  Furthermore, if you take away any struggle of good versus evil, these women are sort of awful.  They use Jack for his power and influence and for the sex - even when they've completely drained him of his life force, they still take his house and the servants.  Men and the townspeople are only there to serve them.  Much like the Sex and the City girls, their actions have no consequences.  That's not an incredibly feminist perspective.


So why do gays love this movie so much?  Well, the witches (like the gays) do love themselves a pitcher of cocktails and a girls night out.  The gays (like the witches) are known for their permissive, if not European, approach towards sexuality.  Women and gays can both be found running board rooms, paying mortgages and supporting their parents - but still obsessing over finding the perfect man.  Consequently, gays (like powerful women) never seem able to carry on functional, long-term relationships.  In the end, friendships are primary care relationships.  Plus, The Witches of Eastwick is a Cher movie.


Despite a near perfect script from Michael Cristofer and an even better John Williams score, The Witches of Eastwick is flawed.  Its behind the scenes stories are legend - the producers pitted the girls against Susan Sarandon from the get-go and it definitely shows on screen.  I've heard Susan agreed to play Alexandra, only to show up to read through and find out that they'd given the part to Cher.  I've head Susan spent weeks learning the piano only to show up on set to learn that they'd made her character a cellist.  Halfway through shooting, they made her a redhead.  Whichever story is true, her Jane is particularly uneven - especially when paired alongside Cher and Michelle Pfeiffer's naturalistic performances.  The film's third act ultimately succumbs to Hollywood bloat (having been re-shot three times) and causes confusion with regards to the films perspective. 

Coherent feminist narrative aside, grab your best can of mousse and pop this DVD in for a good time.  Whether you're gay or straight (George Miller directed it. He directed Mad Max.), you're sure to find this movie better than a bowl of fresh cherries on a hot summer day. 


(Keep a lookout for the grumpy supermarket checkout lady throwing shade at Susan Sarandon for being a "slut" - I like to pretend that she's the same grumpy checkout lady who threw supermarket shade at Debra Winger for having insufficient funds in Terms of Endearment.  Supermarket checkout girls are so judgmental.)

Monday, July 12, 2010

Not even Adrien Brody...

I can think of at least four more interesting iterations on the "we're hardened prisoners trapped on a planet to fight our way off" cliche that's currently boring audiences across the nation in Predators (2010).



4.  Cube (1997)

(in which a bunch of mysanthropic strangers find themselves trapped in some sort of science fiction/horror trap someplace in Canada)

3. Battle Royale (2000)

(in which a bunch of teenagers are left on an island to fight to the death in cute outfits someplace Asian)

2.  Predator (1987)

(two words: Carl Weathers)


1. The epic and impending blowout between Idina Menzel and Lea Michelle as casting for the Wicked movie gets underway. Only one will survive.

(My money's on Idina)

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Summer fun and honeypie


Movies this year have kinda blown, huh?  Couple that with the fact that it takes a lot of outside time to get my hair just the right color this time of year and we've got a slow going month for gay horror.  Sorry.






I'm going to San Francisco to see Wicked this weekend because I just love those singing witches (sue me).












Stay tuned for more bloody fun next week!  Same bat time, same bat channel.

Friday, July 2, 2010

into the woods

I have fevered and festered over a dissertation on the works of M Night Shyamalan.  There were drafts covering everything from studio politics at Disney to the recurring motifs in Shyamalan's often redundant twist endings.  I experimented with a shot by shot exploration of his specific choices in DPs (always the best in town) for each project.  Along the way I realized something I never understood before - something much more important than critical analysis:



The Village (2004) is actually quite good.


"Be cautious, you're holding the bad color."


"Sometimes we don't do things yet others know we want to do things so we don't do them."


"I find dancing very agreeable."


"Christop, you needn't be scared.  We have the magic rocks.  They will keep us safe."


"We can move towards hope - that's what's so beautiful about this place."


There has been a lot of smack-talk about M Night Shyamalan and justifiably so.  For all intents and purposes, he's an egomaniacal prick.  Shyamalan gets so caught up in his ideas (and he has a lot of ideas) that he has no concern about communicating them to the audience.  That's not good.  He did, however, buy his assistant a house.  Unlike the earlier films, based solely upon their twist-endings which do not play well in second viewings, The Village is the gift that keeps on giving.  Bryce Dallas Howard gives a breathtaking performance and Adrien Brody plays a retard without ever being offensive.  Get into it!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

s2pid


I do try to make a concerted effort never to speak ill of those less fortunate. Far be it for me to spread wicked gossip.  However, when New Line went under, its franchises were all left in purgatory.   Subsequently, we get another Final Destination movie next year. I didn't see that last one (THE Final Destination came out the same weekend as Halloween 2 - Sophie made her choice), but I never really minded the others.  They were the poor man's Omen movies.  But, get this:

The new movie is called 5nal Destination.


Fivenal Destination?  That just doesn't make sense.


Via Slashfilm