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(It’s not) Jennifer’s Body

Today I watched Jennifer’s Body, the popular rendering of a kind of succubus myth that also serves as the star vehicle for the teen-something generation’s Angelina Jolie-like superstar with a hot, kick-ass body, Megan Fox.

(I’ve heard that because she’s slightly tattooed and got an independent streak, of sorts, even without the accompanying vial of a lover’s blood on her person, that she merits Jolie-like comparisons. Whatever…)

As a horror, teen/chick flick with male revenge fantasy components—hot urban alternative band visits hickish town hoping to supposedly make it with wide-eyed innocent rural, small-town girls, but is really there to find and sacrifice a virgin using an internet researched satanic ritual in order to cast a success spell on their band, but the spell backfires in the end for them (more on this later, maybe) and in the meantime on the community of Jennifer (the one of “body”) and the narrator and movie’s protagonist, Needy (really, not kidding!)—it probably succeeds for many a younger, mainstream film-goer. Continue reading

Ken Burns’ “Imperialist Nostalgia”

Last night I didn’t sleep well, for whatever reason I’m not sure. But after working on my web site for ninety minutes after the late news and watching The Daily Show with John Stewart, I retired to bed with Baldo taking up half the bed.  (He’s a large, handsome Siamese seal point that I took in as a stray six years ago this November, the story of which I will tell at some point.)

Three hours after going to sleep I awoke.  I lay in bed for another hour, my brain working overtime thinking about things I needed and want to do.  I eventually resolved to just get up and DO something.

So I’ve been tired all day and have napped off and on between going to the dentist to have one of the temporary crowns reseated after it came off for the second time (only to have it break a couple of hours later while eating), going to the grocery store twice, and doing assorted computer stuff. Continue reading

Ken Burns’ American “Apologia”

I’ve watched some of the first two episodes of Ken Burns’ most recent attempt to capture the “authentic” American historical, cultural, and political experience for viewers of public television.  (Those bourgeois consumers who pony up with contributions to view something more civilized like British sitcoms or Masterpiece Theatre since the federal government gave up any notion of a general public good except as it serves and is defined by the pursuit of commercial, private profit.)

I’ve never been much of a fan, frankly, of Mr. Burns.  (Here I go without even summarizing what I’ve seen because I assume, perhaps incorrectly, anyone who reads this might be familiar with his corpus of documentary beguilement.)

I was reminded why I become intellectually queasy with him and his work with my brief, unplanned, and impatient viewings of parts of the first two episodes (of six): 1) “The Scripture of Nature” and 2) “The Last Refuge.” Continue reading

“The Office”

 I watched “The Office” tonight.

I continue to be amazed by how incredibly accurate the representations of different kinds of privilege are represented in the character of Michael Scott, the manager of the Scranton branch of Dunder Mifflin paper company.

A certain kind of cluelessness is at the center of the gender, sexual, racial, and class/corporate privilege that he enjoys and which serves his interest in exploiting, demeaning, and controlling his underlings.

His heterosexual privilege was evident in the opening scene tonight as he called in Oscar Martinez, the queer Latino employee, into his office to ask him, unbeknownst to Oscar at the moment he entered Michael’s office, how he should approach his upcoming colonoscopy.  He specifically asked Oscar what he should do to make the procedure more pleasurable and whether he should address his concern with the doctor performing the procedure so they could make it as pleasurable for both of them as possible. Continue reading

“The Informant!”

 Monday afternoon, after spending a lovely three hours in the morning with my dentist getting some old crowns removed in order to replace them with lovely new ones and finding out my cobra dental insurance is crap; I decided to go to a new movie release.  (I also needed to get away from my cats.  All they want from me is food and they know I’m weak. So my best judgment hinted to me, “Get out of the house!”)

Anyway, I saw Soderbergh’s “The Informant” starring Matt Damon, who I generally like and who I really liked in the “Bourne” series.  (One of the best action/thriller/hero/spy kinds of movies I’ve seen.  I thought he was exceptional in those.)

I’d read that it was “Coen” (brother)-like and the TV trailers for it seemed fun so I anticipated it with some good feeling.  But ten to twenty minutes into it I was having a hard time staying awake and I wondered it the movie would improve. Continue reading