The Question Lady writes:
What’s your favorite tv genre? Me, I love true crime, total addict. I have forced Paleo Retiree to watch hundreds of true crime shows with me.
The Question Lady writes:
What’s your favorite tv genre? Me, I love true crime, total addict. I have forced Paleo Retiree to watch hundreds of true crime shows with me.
Paleo Retiree writes:
A truly oddball 2007 Japanese “pink” movie from director Shinji Imaoka, who also made “Underwater Love,” another memorably peculiar entertainment. It’s a slow-moving, low-budget and quickly-shot, ultra-lowkey kitchen-sink-type drama (with some touches of whimsy) about a pair of young women trying to get started in life and not making a very good show of it.
They barely seem to have a clue, in fact. One wants to be a manga creator but for the moment is working as a freelance hooker. The other seems to have nothing on her mind whatsoever, and in fact may be a little slow. She’s got a boyfriend who’s forever cheating on her; she loves reading manga; and she falls into prostitution too.
Some nudity and sex … but also lots of one-shot, underlit scenes; aimlessness; deliberately static camerawork; real-time-type conversations; failures to connect; and advanced-economy monotony and brutality. The Question Lady called the film’s manner and tone “MumblePink,” and that’s about right, though I’d add that there’s a touch of the bleaker Godard (circa “2 or 3 Things I Know About Her”) in there too.
Despite the almost overwhelming drabness of most of what’s onscreen, I found the film pretty affecting: shrewdly deadpan and “objective,” and extremely well-acted. I semi-dozed off a few times, and the movie is anything but erotic. But it made an impact on me anyway.
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Blowhard, Esq. writes:
I dedicate this song to The Question Lady, who turns 23 today.
The Question Lady writes:
What is the best way to be self-critical?
Sir Barken Hyena writes:
The Ancient Greeks sacrificed goats to the gods, then roasted them and examined the cracked and burned bones for signs of The Gods’ beneficence. We have corporate Anti-(sexual) Harassment Training programs, which serve double duty as modern ritual and sometimes bane of a working person’s life.
The connection may not be obvious but it starts with this: an overwhelming air of pathetic futility. If I was an Ancient Greek (who always thought of themselves in capitals by the way) and the best I could do to solve some problem was to kill a goat and stare at the bones, I’d feel rather screwed and hopeless. Now they had real problems then, as sexual harassment is a real problem still, but I don’t think this training makes a bit more difference then roasted goat bones.
I spent an (un)delightful yet oddly fun hour last week taking my Major Corporation’s program. It was, mercifully, web based. This is far better then the multi-hour Long March I had to endure once, no question (though that one had one presenter who was kind of hot). It was organized in sections with a presentation followed by a test. I soon figured out that I could get 100% on the test without watching the presentations (though I did enjoy the ridiculous stock photography). This was a nice break, but also indicative of the importance of the whole thing – it’s common sense stuff. But still I kept thinking…
My god what tedious silly bullshit this is!
Yeah, yeah, if just one less person is sexually harassed blah blah liberal platitudes blah blah…sure, OK. But it’s clear to me what’s reduced the problem, if it has been reduced, is the threat of lawsuits. Most men know how women should be treated, if they aren’t following it it’s because they don’t care. Web presentations don’t make them care. They’re roasted goat bones to this problem.
Also fun, if you think face-planting is fun, were the oblique references to gay men. Most of the tests consisted of examples followed by a few questions. Several were like “Bob is always teased by the other guys because he’s slender and frail and doesn’t like sports”. You gotta be kidding me. Bothering computer programmers is sexual harassment now? I don’t understand why they didn’t come out with scenarios like “Bob gets teased when he comes to work in high heels and a boa”.
Anyways, enough sour grapes. I’m not making light of the problem, just the silly attempts to deal with it that are actually nothing more than corporate ass-covering. I don’t have a solution, I’m just here to complain thank you. Presumably the Mad Men of past eras had common sense too but didn’t use it so if it takes lawsuits to keep things cool then we deserve it. At least we get to laugh at the silliness, unlike the Ancients. I think they took their burned bones too seriously.
Paleo Retiree writes:
I bought the DVD of this 2009 movie because Gretchen Mol is in it. It turns out to be a small historical suspense fantasia, set in 1963 in Georgetown, about a teenage boy from an uptight family who lives across the street from one of JFK’s mistresses. Smitten by her beauty and intoxicated by her boho ways, he starts shunning school and lying to his parents in order to sneak his way into her life. Bit by bit, he manages to lose his innocence, if not in the way he was hoping to.
Sorry to report that I found the film unexciting and uninvolving, even dreary. It’s made in a style so pedestrian that the fiction never begins to gel, let alone take off. The CIA and Dallas make entirely expected appearances, and in entirely expected ways. Plus I was disappointed that the filmmakers were as eager as they were to draw the so-expected-as-to-seem-inevitable parallels between what the boy goes through and what the country generally was supposedly going through. A few lashings of whimsy and/or perversity would have done a lot to de-dull the film.
All that said, I’m always happy to have an excuse to watch the delectable and talented Gretchen Mol, who combines a lot of classy beauty and performing flair with a reckless commitment to her characters. She never fails to fascinate me. Here, she’s ungallantly photographed — her beautiful flesh looks blotchy and raw most of the time. It isn’t dramatically inappropriate, but it still seems a shame. Despite the film’s shortcomings she makes a wonderfully luscious sacrificial lamb.
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The Question Lady writes:
What do you think about the direction Apple’s now taking itself in since Jobs died?
Blowhard, Esq. writes:
While in downtown L.A. this weekend, we checked out a hip new shop called, ominously and ironically, The Last Bookstore.
Paleo Retiree writes:
The Question Lady writes:
What’s the best movie theme music?