TheBaxter wrote:Brocktune wrote:GAH!!!!! !!!
damnit bob, now ive shit in my pants, i was so shocked.
fuck, i guess the worst part is that its all downhill from here.
nah... now you have a pants-load's worth of poop to throw.
Retardo_Montalban wrote:She was the rockenest VJ on Much Music
Fuse (as of August 2006) has three VJs: Marianela, Steven and Alison. Each of the VJs regularly hosts a show dedicated to their chosen music field(s) and/or their style.
Marianela is the "rap/hip-hop" representative.
Steven focuses more on punk rock, indie rock, and alternative music. He currently hosts Steven's Untitled Rock Show.
Alison Becker, a comedian, brings a humorous brand of hosting to The Nighttime Clap and F-List.
Marianela and Juliya did a video book-end show called "All-Nighter" where they toured the New York Club scene and introduced videos.
Past VJs include Adonis Thompson, Fuse's VJ search contest winner, K.K. Holiday, Dennis "da Menace", Juliya, and Dylan Lane. Juliya was the channel's heavy metal representative. She hosted the programs Uranium, Metal Asylum, and Slave to the Metal. Dylan focused on pop music. He co-hosted Daily Download and also hosted the F-List.
Brocktune wrote:chernetsky.
thats why i kept thinking about chernobyl.
Proffessional Wroter Moriarty wrote:This is the movie RENT desperately wanted to be.
This feels like a bohemian New York that rings true. This is a film I wholeheartedly recommend, but at the same time, this is not a film for everyone. The movie contains graphic onscreen sexual activity. Real penetration. Real ejaculation. It’s explicit. Some of it straight. Some of it Dumbledore. Knowing that, you have to decide if you’re comfortable with it. Some people won’t be, and they won’t really have much reason to see this film. No matter what, they will not be able to see past the sex to anything else that’s going on. And I’m not saying this to be hipper-than-thou, either. Nudity and sexuality onscreen is a powerful thing. It’s real, and the more explicit it becomes, the more “real” it becomes. I know exactly why that makes people uncomfortable. And there’s material in SHORTBUS that tested my threshold, certainly, things I’ve never seen before.
And I’ll admit... I gave this film the benefit of the doubt before I ever saw a frame of it, based entirely on how much I remain impressed by HEDWIG & THE ANGRY INCH, the debut film by writer/director John Cameron Mitchell. That movie played Sundance in 2001. It’s five years later, and Mitchell’s finally made the film he was talking about even back at Sundance, his “sex movie.”
The first thing that struck me about SHORTBUS is how funny it is. The film starts cheeky, playing “Is You Is Or Is You Ain’t My Baby?” over a loving, lingering close-up of The Statue Of Liberty. Everyone who moves to New York wonders that, wonders if they’re conquering New York, or if New York is conquering them. We meet all the main characters in the film in a protracted intercut series of vignettes, all building to some sort of release, whether sexual or emotional or both, in some cases. Some of the film’s most shocking imagery takes place during this scene, but I think that’s by design. By rubbing your nose in it right up front, he’s testing you. Can you take it? Are you going to get freaked out? Better do it now, rather than later.
If you do make it through that sequence, the movie itself is fairly sweet and funny and human, and when it does delve into the graphic, it’s for a reason. Life is graphic in a way that movies rarely are. People don’t shit in movies, except for comic effect. When people have sex in movies, it’s always about lighting and slow-motion dissolves, or it’s about tactfully-hidden nudity. And that’s pretty much it. Sex in films is encoded to such a degree, standardized to such a few select recognizable ways of presenting it, that it’s almost pointless to include it in a film at this point. The flip side of that coin, of course, is that in modern pornography, things have gotten so explicit and extreme and, frankly, bizarre, that the notion of finding any sign of real humanity in one of those films is laughable. That’s the distinction that I think keeps SHORTBUS from being “pornographic” in my mind: the humanity of it. This is a film with sex in it, but it’s not about sex. It’s about people. It’s about connections. It’s about the way we relate to each other and the things that go right or wrong in the spaces between us.
Sook-Yin Lee is the star of the film, playing Sofia, a couples therapist who has never experienced an orgasm. She’s reached a point in her relationship with Rob (Raphael Barker) where something’s got to change. She’s got to finally relax and let herself feel something. Meanwhile, James (Paul Dawson) and Jamie (PJ DeBoy) have reached a point in their relationship where they’re starting to look outside for satisfaction. Severin (Lindsay Beamish) is a dominatrix who is starting to lose her taste for the trade. And all of them are connected by a place, a club/salon/brothel called Shortbus, hosted by Justin Bond, playing himself. Bond’s a mainstay of the NY drag scene, and he’s the best ambiguously gendered Greek chorus since Joel Grey’s Emcee in CABARET. Both Lee and Dawson make strong impressions with their performances, and I think it's brave work. They lay themselves bare in more ways than just the physical, and knowing how Mitchell workshopped the film with his actors, allowing them to play a part in the creation of the characters, it makes you wonder how much of the pain they're playing is real. I love that the film’s most subversive quality is just how average and sweet these characters all turn out to be. They’re just looking for a little love, freaked out by 9/11 and the way New York has changed ever since, desperate to feel something genuine in a world that seems increasingly fake. As with HEDWIG, there’s a real beauty to this film, a generosity of spirit that marks Mitchell’s work as special.
Frank De Marco’s photography is great, lush in places, almost documentary at other times. I’m not a huge Yo La Tengo fan, but their score for the film is incredibly important to the overall success of the picture, and it works like crazy. There’s one musical moment, a parade near the end of the film, that is so strange and lunatic and surreal that it sort of breaks the fourth wall, and the film ends up feeling more like a party than a conventional movie. The animated model of NYC that's used to tie the whole film together is beautiful and expressive, and a great case of a budgetary concern turing into a stylistic strength.
I’m sure this will roll out gradually, and that it’s going to be a little trickier to find in your local theater than, say, THE DEPARTED, but it’s worth the effort. I’ll have an interview up next week with John Cameron Mitchell that’s a lot of fun, even if it is spoiler heavy.
Be back in a few hours with my take on THE DEPARTED. Till then...
TheBaxter wrote:i really want to see this movie, i loved hedwig.
just waiting for the dvd
Fried Gold wrote:Maybe I missed the true meaning of it but, to me, it just seemed like a arthouse porn movie crossed with a feature length Scissor Sisters music video.
\Pacino86845 wrote:I hate comparing movies, but I have to mention Mysterious Skin. I really disliked that movie because it THOUGHT it could shock, and it felt as though the filmmakers thought they were gonna totally shock the world or whatever, but nothing was shocking about that film and it was just embarrassing like that friend who tells a really bad joke and you get that awkward moment right after. So Mysterious Skin is an example of a mainstream film posing as an independent film, but anyone who has a little experience with my lover-related films would find Mysterious Skin laughable, I reckon. (Maybe not, since Keepcool loved Mysterious Skin, and he is an independent/obscure/underground/my lover film expert)
Keepcoolbutcare wrote: can you name me one film that portrayed childhood sexuality in a more frank and realistic manner than Mysterious Skin? The only thing that was "shocking" about MS was the acknowledgment that childhood sexuality does exist, that, much like Nabokov displayed in Lolita, some children "awaken" or are in touch with their sexuality at a younger age than most adults "remember", or expect...that kids can be sexual predators as well.
tapehead wrote:A few Spoiled notes on Shortbus.
I liked Shortbus - In the beginning it's a film setting out on a short journey of discovery but already waiting to burst with unabashed, guilt-free joy. It's often pretty camp, occasionally a little theatrical, but almost always fun. The shocks for me are there, but mostly in seeing things up on the big screen, rather than seeing something you've never been involved in, wondered idly about doing or heard of (ok except for the scene where they sing the National Anthem)
I'd like it much more if not for the character of Sophia, so it's kind of unfortunate She was so central to it. I think by listing a few of the things that troubled me about her story and the relationships she was portrayed as having, I can illustrate well how i felt about the movie as a whole.
This is a relationship counseller, a sex therapist if you will, who has never had an orgasm. Who in conversation, starts off as enthusiastically talking about how much she enjoys sex, what a great work out it is, how much she enjoys loving her partner, and ends talking about trying to keep a smile on her face and survive.
It kind of bugs me that this movie all comes down to a woman having her orgasm. I was kind of annoyed by the fact that the straight guy in that couple is portrayed as the thoughtless, uncaring one (unless you delve into the deleted scenes, which also features scenes of a very wisely excised sub-plot involving Caleb, the stalker) who, as we see at the Shortbus meetings, seems utterly disinterested in anything but the straight hetero-sex (and it's ensuing psycho-babble couples therapy sessions) he already knows.
I disliked that the only possible reason given for Sophia's problem, involved, somehow, the feeling that her Father was always watching her, but then that somewhat conveniently Fruedian piece of logic was discarded when she got to sit and watch someone else. So it didn't really work for me, perhaps on a subsequent vewing I'll get past it. Most of the rest of it did.
I loved the gorgeous, shiny cardboard construction paper cgi version on New York, after awhile, as a device to tell the story, it seemed a little shiny and cardboard. It kind of made this movie to the audience I was with not so rooted in a place called New York (even this was stressed again by character, setting and plot) but a kind of idealised, pretty, sexed up Oz. I think this effect might be contrary to the filmmakers wishes, which is a shame because I think they could have countered it with a few studly or unphotogenic members of the main cast - they were all a little conventional sense, and a few, like Ceth, look as though they've wandered off a Calvin Klein underwear shoot.
I wonder what happens to Severin at the end - the angry, funny Dominatrix / prostitute who seems to rarely enjoy her job, occasionally shows great insight and surprising vulnerability when it comes to the mechanics of human relationships, and gets no kind of progression or even conclusion to her story; she's just left to put it all aside and join in the chorus.
I understand a film like this with a queer agenda is always going to imply that straight relationships generally and monogamy specifically are never going to lead to a happy, long term sexual life, but it doesn't seem to give some of the characters any direction to go in at all. At least the my lover male characters in the piece get to switch it up and pair off at the end. So I wonder what becomes of Sophia's partner too - I guess at least that He and Severin have both together moved towards breaking out of their old bad habits and are free at least to make new ones.
And I have to admit that quite a few of these qualms didn't come to me until thinking about the movie, and talking about it with friends later - while I sat in front of it, the colours, the fun mood and vivacious ensemble cast the great score by Yo La Tengo and Justin Bond's 'climactic' musical number, made most of it work.
7/10
tapehead wrote:She was good - did quite a bit of masturbating, voyeurism and fucking, eventually got her rocks off. If the story that the filmmaker developed much of the story with the actors is true, then I guess some of the annoyances I had about the movie are kind of her responsibility.
It's a good movie overall - I just didn't buy her stroyline on a logical or emotional level. Lots of students study psychology with an interest to analysing themselves, I just can't see someone in her situation going into practice without at least some real experience of 'hitting the high notes'.
It might have been intended as symbolic or even 'absurdist', I still just couldn't really get into it.
Hot? I don't really find her hot in that role -attractive? hell yes.
tapehead wrote:To answer that unanswered question, I think all the major characters, except maybe Severin and the character Justin Bond plays, are naked and fully engaged in actual - or near as - sex at several points during the movie.
tapehead wrote:I'd like it much more if not for the character of Sophia, so it's kind of unfortunate She was so central to it. I think by listing a few of the things that troubled me about her story and the relationships she was portrayed as having, I can illustrate well how i felt about the movie as a whole.
This is a relationship counseller, a sex therapist if you will, who has never had an orgasm.
I disliked that the only possible reason given for Sophia's problem, involved, somehow, the feeling that her Father was always watching her, but then that somewhat conveniently Fruedian piece of logic was discarded when she got to sit and watch someone else.
Keepcoolbutcare wrote:tapehead wrote:I' d like it much more if not for the character of Sophia, so it's kind of unfortunate She was so central to it. I think by listing a few of the things that troubled me about her story and the relationships she was portrayed as having, I can illustrate well how i felt about the movie as a whole.
This is a relationship counseller, a sex therapist if you will, who has never had an orgasm.
I disliked that the only possible reason given for Sophia's problem, involved, somehow, the feeling that her Father was always watching her, but then that somewhat conveniently Fruedian piece of logic was discarded when she got to sit and watch someone else.
i had a blast, least until Mitchell forced the magic realism in the final third.
co-sign everything you said about Sophia, but I'll add this...40% of women (or roughly thereabout) cannot achieve orgasm, a salient fact that goes unmentioned throughout the entire film. This isn't to say they can't/don't enjoy sex, but rather that they simply aren't hardwired to achieve orgasm, be it clitoral or vaginal.
It's not a matter of psychology, but rather physiology. You would think a fucking relationship counselor might at least acknowledge that at some point.
a Big Lie picked up on and promoted by self-serving female "sexperts" eager to tell straight men what they wanted to hear. Women have naturally lower sex drives, Sewell writes. It's a hormonal thing. Testosterone makes humans horny, men have way more than women, so men are hornier—and all the Sex and the City repeats in the world aren't going to change that.
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