Recidivism, by Victoria Siemer.
Passive / Aggressive Entertainment, by Bruno Ferreira.
1234, by Lupe Fiasco.
"The poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society and we are their unwitting accomplices."
- They Live (1988) by John Carpenter.
It seems that all of the major religions of the world were founded along the lines of, “Hey, let’s all stop killing each other and learn to get along!” And yet somehow all of these messages have, over time and under the influence of flawed human nature, become perverted into a general philosophy of, “Hey, adhere to our beliefs or we’ll kill you.” I’m not saying that any one of these religions is the one true answer. In fact the logical conclusion that they can’t all be the one true answer (and if one is we cannot possibly know it until after we die) does rather seem to suggest that we might as well act as if none of them is the one true answer, and instead face our fellow humans with respect and equanimity. Whatever helps us all, y’know, not kill each other over slight differences in our interpretations of medieval fairy tales. Just an idea.
do action movies know they can have more than one female character
Someone should make an action movie with all girls except for one guy and have no explanation or mention of it in the movie and then pay all of the actors to act surprised like they’d never noticed when they get the inevitable storm of questions.
This one male must have a shower scene, be saved by the protagonist at least once, and fall in love with a lead female.
Well they’re not really “action” movies, but I’ve always thought the crime thrillers “Copycat" (1995) and "Murder By Numbers" (2002) engaged in some subtle gender role-reversal. It’s not just that both feature female lead protagonists (less of a rarity in the wake of the success of "The Silence Of The Lambs"), but the way the films treat their prominent male characters.
In “Copycat”, Dermot Mulroney plays second fiddle to Holly Hunter, a sexualized boy toy rather than a serious cop, and then he ends up being killed off, and the film concludes with Hunter and Sigourney Weaver teaming up to beat the bad guy.
In “Murder By Numbers”, it borders on parody how the stereotypical gender roles are switched between Sandra Bullock and Ben Chaplin. In scene after scene, he’s the confused and emotional one, always a step behind and asking the stupid questions, harboring a not-so-secret crush on Bullock and being unceremoniously rebuffed - while she plays the no-nonsense professional, a loner, consumed by her job, finding comfort at the end of the day at the bottom of a bottle rather than in the arms of a man.
Neither are particularly great films, but I found them memorable for the uncommon portrayal of their lead male and female roles. “Copycat” was co-written by a woman, but the credited writer on “Murder By Numbers” is a man.
Oh and it’s not really worth ever watching, but few people (with good reason) are aware that “Barb Wire" was in fact an interpretive remake of "Casablanca", with many of the characters’ genders switched. "Barb Wire" was written by a woman.
I feel it is a rather obvious truism that we just won’t see more positive and serious female roles in films until more films are written, produced, and directed by women. The same adage can be applied to women’s opportunities in television or music or art or business or politics or… well all the rest of that, y’know, life stuff.
With our hands over our ears.
Kanye West’s awful stuff plays
For years and years and years.
An earthquake hits the studio,
But the Yeezus lingers.
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers.
It’s a miracle.
|—||paraphrasing “It’s A Miracle" by Roger Waters.|
Kanye walks outside in the middle of a hurricane. He glances up at the sky and whispers “Fuck no.”
The sky immediately clears and flowers spring from wherever Kanye’s feet touch the ground.
Well yes, in the middle of a hurricane, the sky is often clear. It is a structural phenomenon known as the “eye”; a roughly circular area of comparatively light winds and fair weather found at the center of a severe tropical cyclone. There is little or no precipitation and sometimes blue sky or stars can be seen from the ground. But the phenomenon is temporary and transitory for any earthbound observer, thus we can all take comfort in the fact that that vapid self-absorbed artistically-devoid idiot walking out into the middle of a hurricane will soon be swept off and, I dunno, impaled on a tree or something.