Still pretty proud of my response to this.
I loved Marvel comics when I was a kid; I was a weird kid who didn’t get down with macho stuff, in part because of the general scene in my house & in part because I was scrawny and couldn’t really front like I was tough. In my tiny limited-to-my-personal-friends-and-surroundings comics scene, the idea that macho norm-enforcer types could be into comics would have come as a huge and deeply disappointing surprise; comics, in my mind, were for people who’d already begun to sense that, in the immortal words of Anti-Flag, “their system doesn’t work for you.”
I hope Marvel systematically “ruins” absolutely every one of their legacy characters forever, one after another, and then D.C. runs a Sgt. Rock miniseries where he renounces violence as a means of conflict resolution. May the grousing of the macho comics dudes ascend to Heaven forever and make an acceptable sacrifice unto Galactus
May the grousing of the macho comics dudes ascend to Heaven forever and make an acceptable sacrifice unto Galactus
I just had to see that again.
jealousy will drive you mad
I love the first part of this movie so wholeheartedly. Once “El Tango de Roxanne” is over, though (and holy smokeballs do I love this number), I start fast-forwarding - only pausing for Broadbent to sing “The Show Must Go On”. I just… my tolerance for whiny, possessive jackass behavior is almost nil (and that includes in myself).
The Life & Times of Doris Payne: A Tale of Carats, Cons, and Creating Your Own American Dream
Find out how a poor, single, African-American mother from segregated 1930s America winds up as one of the world’s most notorious and successful jewel thieves.
A glamorous 83-year-old, Doris Payne is as unapologetic today about the $2 million in jewels she’s stolen over a 60-year career as she was the day she stole her first carat. With Doris now on trial for the theft of a department store diamond ring, we probe beneath her consummate smile to uncover the secrets of her trade and what drove her to a life of crime. Stylized recreations, an extensive archive and candid interviews reveal how Payne managed to jet-set her way into any Cartier or Tiffany’s from Monte Carlo to Japan and walk out with small fortunes. This sensational portrait exposes a rebel who defies society’s prejudices and pinches her own version of the American Dream while she steals your heart.
You damn right, I’m watching this. Shit, I’m pissed that a crew of chicks hasn’t made a concept album in tribute to this woman. #femmeoutlaw
Especially since black criminals have so often been characterized as brutish and ignorant, while jewel theft is lionized as a crime for sophisticated masterminds who outsmart authorities (read: smartypants white dudes who do Mission Impossible type shit).
I will absolutely watch this.
look I’m just saying that Evita would be a hundred times better musical if you cast Che as a woman—a rangy, vicious, Cassius-like woman (lean and hungry, such men are dangerous) who stalks across the stage, encroaching on Eva’s space, looming over her, hovering at her elbow, circling her like a predator. A female Che that mocks and curses and sneers at every turn, but also follows Eva—intimately, painfully close, leaning on the headboard during Eva and Peron’s lovers’ talks, standing Cyrano-like beneath the balcony during Don’t Cry for Me Argentina. I’m just saying that there shouldn’t be any scene in which Eva is without the dark shadow of Che, and the few times the characters physically separate, the negative space between them becomes a statement in itself.
#because then it’s about Evita’s own internal voice #her own frustrated desires and her own cynicism #a depiction of one woman’s relationship to an ideal and how she can be haunted by its demands #or maybe Eva’s awareness of her own inner demons #the voice which tells her she is nothing but an actress shaming her for her promiscuity and her empty power #and not…gross #I live for a ‘Waltz for Eva and Che’ that’s them basically hurling each other across the floor; pulling each other closer #a ”Goodnight and Thank You” that is about female Che (Eva’s Id? her Superego?) crowing about how ruthless she is #I listened to this soundtrack on the train today I had a lot of feelings about it #and why Che should be female
I never knew I wanted this until now….