Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Okay, so why is it okay for all of your friends to be horrible and dump you because you're growing as a person? Admittedly, it's not nice to stab your coworkers in the back and take their trips to Paris away from them, but is it so bad to wear nice clothes and be sucessful? Is it so terrible to have a high-stress demanding job and to meet those demands? I have a friend who is an assistant and she ALWAYS has her phone with her and it ALWAYS rings. We, her friends, would NEVER steal it from her or give her crap about always being busy. It's just what she does, who she has chosen to be.
Anyway, of course Meryl Streep is fantastic. The clothing is fantastic. I went to see it with my buddy and we spent the whole time elbowing each other when we recognized things from fashion magazines and exclaiming that so-and-so is also in desperate need of Chanel. I liked looking at it, I loved Meryl Streep and I enjoyed the film. I just wish her stupid friends would have backed off and let her become the person she wanted to be, WITHOUT having her phone stolen.
Monday, January 22, 2007
So, there are movies about campy people and then there are movies which are CAMP. Camp in it's purest most overwrought form, something John Waters knows he dosn't do. John Waters tries to tell people that he makes crap movies, not camp. Camp movies are something else entirely, something indescribably energetic and ridiculous.
VEGAS IN SPACE is camp in it's purest form. Filmed entirely in one man's living room and starring mostly drag queens, it's an amazing testamonial as to what a pack of friends can do if they've got 300 wigs and two metric tons of glitter and mylar to do it with. It's a film that could only be made in the '70's with the blatant disregard for having normal colored hair of skin or, well, anything.
VEGAS IN SPACE is much more charming than BARBARELLA, way less messagy than TO WONG FU, and far less good than PRISCILLA. In fact, this film is nothing like any of those films. It's most closely related to anything by Ed Wood except with color, worse acting, and a lot more laughs. Watch for black market beauty pills, beauty masks, eeiry saran wrap sets, visible wires, and my favorite character, Princess Angel.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
I'm not entirely sure why I put this one in my Netflix queue in the first place. Either a friend or the system recommended it and though I cannot call myself a punk fan, I do generally enjoy it and probably said "Why not? It's worth a shot." I had no idea what I was really getting into and I have to say that watching this movie was a really wierd experience. First of all Morrissey was in it, a lot. In it he claims that there are certain musicians who you hear at a certain time in a certain way that impresses you so much that as time passes you never really lose interest in them and you are willing to forgive them getting old and fat etc. and that the Dolls were such a band for him. And as anyone who knows me knows, Morrissey is that sort of musical performer for me. So... I have to confess that as a personal weakness that made me more attentive and interested than the show perhaps deserved.
Another aspect of this show that made it quite a strange experience for me was of course the religious aspect. I think I may have spent so much time worrying about how the show and LDS interviewees were going to portray Kane's spiritual life that I didn't get to fully deal with the qualities of the documentary on their own. There are certain ways in which religions and cultures intersect that can frequently get my blood boiling. Despite my fears, I never found myself offended. I was actually gratified by the way they dealt with the issues of showing the spiritual in the midst of the worldly without significantly manipulating facts to push an agenda and without too much apologizing for either point of view. I think this principle finds its culminating expression during the ending credits when Johansen performs "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief." It was kind of a trip.
I rated it at 4 out of 5 schnozzberries but I'm not really sure what it deserves.