Thursday, August 26, 2010

Dirty Talk; Let's Quote Some Movies!


'The world belongs to the meat eaters Ms. Clara, so if you have to take it raw, take it raw.' 
(The Long Hot Summer) 


'Cookie, you're a true artist...They should put your lips in the Guggenheim Museum' 
(Deconstructing Harry) 


'Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated' 
(Quills) 


'Good old Rachmaninov. The Second Piano Concerto. Never misses.' 
(The Seven Year Itch) 


'First, we'll have an orgy. Then we'll go see Tony Bennett.' 
(Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice) 


'Your inventory, Louis, is unlimited. Like your long, clean, white breeches, there is nothing of substance in either of them.' 
(The Draughtsman's Contract) 


'If you throw a lambchop into a hot oven, what's gonna keep it from gettin' done?' 
(The Women) 


'Boobies, boobies, boobies. Nothin' but boobies. Who needs 'em?' 
(Valley of the Dolls) 


'Don't knock masturbation, it's sex with someone I love' 
(Annie Hall) 


'I'll be like the Iron Chef of pounding vag.' 
(Superbad)

edie sedgwick - "Beauty #2" (Bad Quality, but worth watching)

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

'Boxing Helena': Fetishism Goes to New Lows...Or Highs?


The other day I watched 'Boxing Helena'. I thought it would be the perfect film to keep on in the background as I was cooking dinner, but that night I ended up eating honey wheat pretzels and chocolate ice cream, as I had to cancel dinner after not too long. This film was David Lynch's daughter's (Jennifer Lynch) directorial debut. First thing that probably comes to mind is what it was like growing up with David Lynch as pops. Surprisingly, her childhood and upbringing was pretty much normal, not too different from the Kyle Maclachlan's world in 'Blue Velvet', but his influence on her cinema is pretty prevalent, and get ready for this, she is actually more perverted than her old man.
Rumors say that she wrote the script for 'Boxing Helena' when she was 19. That's a pretty early start, and for all the shit that this movie gets, I believe critics are missing the point. It was pretty much universally panned when it was first released in 1993, with everyone calling it everything from immature to tawdry, using the term 'amputee fetish' a little too liberally. The point being missed here is of course the allegory.
The film involves an unrequited love story between surgeon Nick Cavanaugh (Julian Sands) and Helena (Sherylin Fenn) probably one of the most gorgeous women ever on film. She rejects him because he's neurotic, nerdy, and bad in bed, but tables turn when Helena is the victim of a brutal hit-and-run accident that breaks both of her legs. Rather than seeing that she get proper treatment, Nick kidnaps her and amputates both of her limbs in his house. It then becomes somewhat of a 'Misery' scenario, where the captive is without the use of their legs, literally unable to run away. She keeps trying to assure him that this will never make her need or want him, but he persists, eventually amputating both of her healthy arms, making just a torso with a head. He continues to dress her up and builds her a shrine, which is more like a box of containment. Now, completely helpless, it appears she has no choice but to allow for herself to open up to him.
The allegory is of course very obvious and not something that is particularly sexual. It would appear that it is every man's fantasy to trap a woman into a state in which she will need him, therefore making him feel more of a man, and that his love for her will be equalized by her need for him. Nick takes this dynamic to a much more literal interpretation, past the whole 'if i can't have her, no one else will', as killing her would destroy everything that he had been working on in order to acquire her.
So therefore, all men want to be needed. They want to not be at the service of someone, but they do want to be useful. Cavanaugh symbolizes not so much an amputee perversion, but of a perversion of obsession. He needs Helena to be helpless, that is when he finds her at her utmost beautiful.
This film is a cross between cheesy romance novels (soft focus, candlelight, and fake breezes and everything) and the absolutely surreal. There is no attention given to the medical procedure of amputation, nor how it would be living as a quadriplegic, it is throughout its entirety and absurdity, a love story through and through. In the end, both Helena and Nick proclaim love towards each other, and then there is the classic 'it was all a dream' twist ending, because it's hard for us to accept that this beautiful woman has to live as a helpless rectangle for the rest of her life, and this douche Cavanaugh gets away with it.
Jennifer Lynch's influences from her father are pretty noticeable. I was totally into it. It did run the gambit between the absurd and the romantic. It's all very surreal. On the one hand it seems absolutely ridiculous, but I completely bought it. There is a sense of heart and sincerity amongst all of the sexual depravity that makes it a tender love story set against surrealist circumstance. I'd definitely watch it again, if for no other reason than seeing Bill Paxton in leather pants and a mesh sleeveless shirt with a mullet (i'm not kidding)...other than that I think critics really need to consider films like 'Boxing Helena' within the context in which it was created. Of course it's depraved, disgusting, and on many levels sick...that's what we love about it. Fetishization has always been a taboo topic, and no one has really addressed it as head on (no pun intended) before. It's very literal, and yet very allegorical. It is literal in exploring the apex of sexual perversion, but allegorical in how it uses this exploration to comment on the needs of a man that turn out to be more perverse than its actual depiction. It is not really sick to consider Cavanaugh being so aroused by Helena in her boxed state, but it is sick to think that Cavanaugh needed to do this to her, in order to feel himself as more of a man.
The entire time watching it, I was wondering how would Jenni's dear father have made this film? But I got the feeling that he was definitely sitting next to her director's chair whispering tips into her ear, as it is very reminiscent of deviance that he himself has explored, in his trademark dreamlike atmospheres of 'Blue Velvet' and others. Just because it considers itself with the most depraved of sexual obsessions, doesn't mean one shouldn't consider the metaphors involved. It's a must see in my book, but if you know my tastes, you might want to second guess it for your own good. I'd love to hear feedback if anyone decides to watch it.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Seductress Pick: Sugarpuss O'Shea



If you are faced with the question of naming the sexiest women in cinema living or dead, the first few would be obvious…Monroe, Garbo, West, Turner etc…Barbara Stanwyck probably wouldn’t even make the initial list poor thing. This is rather ironic considering the number of times the girl has played a seductress. Manipulating the likes of Henry Fonda, Gary Cooper, and Fred MacMurray, Stanwyck was someone who could drive anyone’s husband to infidelity and murder. But in my opinion, her most poignant role as seductress was in the screwball “Ball of Fire” directed by Howard Hawks, where Babs gets to show that her sexuality is more than just her lady parts. In the 1940’s, this character of Sugarpuss O’Shea (probably the most ridiculously hinting name ever) was definitely considered a big step for womankind, whether it was backward or forward is a valid argument, and if you’ll humor me, I of course want to take a minute to argue the latter. Babs was one hell of a fish out of water in the 1940’s. While everyone else was playing the war wife, she was still in sequins and boa’s with a perverted joke or two that we only pick up on after a few views.
According to Molly Haskell, the women in the films of the 1940’s were always seen as secondary to the roles of the men. It was not their intentions or desires that came to light, and they seemed to always be objectified through the male gaze of the actor playing opposite them, the director, and subsequently the viewer. It would appear that women’s roles in films of the 1940’s were leverage and/or motivation for the male protagonist, with whom the plot moved. It seems as though women were always secondary to the plot itself, and were sometimes only an afterthought. The most prominent role for a woman in a film from the 1940’s was that of the femme fatale; a heartless, cunning seductress who manipulates the protagonist into doing what she wants, and then in the end is forced to pay for leading the man astray. There was always a very distinct difference between the role of the man and the role of the woman in terms of morality, goals, and intentions. Haskell argues that Hawks not only acknowledged this gap, but mended the tension between gender roles, and subsequently gave women a more prominent position in the narrative.
Concerning gender roles, it is important to look at Hawksian women through different lenses including psychoanalytical. We must consider the role of the woman in film of the time, and thereby consider Hawks as a masculine director of women. His portrayal of women was unique in that it gave them power as the controller of the look, and the subject of the male gaze. He gave created women through objectification, but simultaneously awarded them a uniqueness and strength that would even the imbalance of gender roles in Hollywood.
 Hawksian women are varied in the roles they play in society, but seem to have certain similarities between them whether they be journalists, spoiled poor-little-rich-girls, or nightclub singers. There seems to be a cohesive thread that connects them through personality, desire, and motivation. They are allowed to be both the pursuer and the object of desire simultaneously, and are constructed not just to perpetuate the plot but are given an arc of their own with which they can establish themselves as just important elements to the narrative as the male protagonists. This does not go to say that all Hawksian women are feminist archetypes, nor does that mean that they have lost feminine qualities because of the strength and independence they are given. Hawksian women reach a kind of synthesis between traditional masculine and feminine qualities. They are seductive yet independent, witty but firm in their convictions, unpredictable yet consistent. The Hawksian woman is in effect a new bread of character that can be explored with one significant examplel Barbara Stanwyck’s character Sugarpuss O’Shea in “Ball of Fire”. 
   
If we examine each character in Haskell’s terms, we can deduce that Stawyck’s Sugarpuss O’Shea is the perfect model of the “superfemale”. She is as Haskell describes “a woman who, while exceedingly “feminine” and flirtatious, is too ambitious and intelligent for the docile role society has decreed she play”. She has her own intentions from the very beginning of the film and refuses to be affected by opposition. She arrives at the house of the scholars on a rouse so that she can hide from the police. It may appear at first that she is without conscience, and is purely motivated by selfish concerns. She is witty and intelligent enough to get her own way using tactics available to her as a seductress. She remains dominant in her role as the female until the very end at which point she succumbs to her feelings for Gary Cooper's character (Potts), proving herself to be in her own unique way both feminist and feminine. More importantly, it is her character
 that carries the narrative, and everything that happens in the film is an effect of her actions. Sugarpuss O’Shea has no trouble mastering herself in a man’s world, and not only functioning in it, but dominating it. Not only does she hold dominion over the shy and awkward Potts, but she also stands up firmly to the mob boss that she has been romantically tied with (Dana Andrews). 
    It is interesting to watch how Stanwyck’s character is able to outwit a group of intellectuals and scholars, not maliciously, but for her own amusement. Her ability to hold her own against not only intellectuals, but mobster, proves her as not only the wittier, but the stronger character. She thus becomes the protagonist and thereby is able to make the film move according to her actions, not the actions of the Gary Cooper character. 
   
We must also consider Stanwyck’s power as a seductress, which is also attributable to her label as a “superfemale”. Potts is a typical Hawks protagonist in the way that he has been “avoiding women…he doth protest too much”. Sugarpuss is not only able to veer him away from his studies but consequentially make him fall in love with her. Her role as a seductress is not a negative one, as it usually is in films of the 1940’s with a femme fatale character. Her intentions are selfish at first, but become secondary to her ability to transform Potts into a better man.
Then there is the all to familiar Mulvey thesis regarding the woman as threat of castration. Sugarpuss O’Shea can be observed as such a threat, but uniquely transforms herself as one who elevates the male protagonist rather than emasculates him. She teaches him how to be a ‘real man’. An example of this is when en route to rescue her from the shogun wedding, he is reviewing a book on boxing. He is forced to prove himself to her as a man so that he can fix the imbalance she has created with her presence in terms of masculine vs. feminine. Babs gives this role a whole different spin. Unlike her predecessors including Mae West or Theda Bera, Stanwyck seems almost androgynous with her small frame and strict haircut. And yet, she seems far too experienced for anyone in the house, and completely and totally seductive. Sugarpuss exudes her sexual energy verbally rather than physically, keeping the boys in check with her wit as well as her legs. 

Just a side note, please see 'Baby Face' for early Stanwyck seducing lessons. She is just absolutely amazing. This film is now in the 'Forbidden Hollywood Series', which are films that were made right before the Haze self-censorship code went into effect. 



Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Top 10: Hotpants Directors.

This is in response to the list made by Self-Styled Siren:
http://selfstyledsiren.blogspot.com/2010/07/handsome-directors-brief-visual-list.html



10. Francois Truffaut
French, sensitive, and poetic. The end. 



9. Tom Ford 
I know he's new to the game, but we're all glad he decided to become a director, may we see more of his fine self behind the camera. 


8. Ida Lupino 
Picture Ava Gardener with talent and intelligence. Was that too harsh? Sorry Ava. But Mrs. Lupino was not only beautiful, but creative enough to make the transition from Hollywood starlet to serious director...didn't happen that much in the 1950's. 


7. Carol Reed 
The picture of sophistication and class, and extremely British. Carol Reed could give Cary Grant tips on how to act like a gentleman. 


6. Elia Kazan
This is the one that people will probably disagree with the most, but there is something about this man, whether it was charisma, attitude, or just plain old genius, Kazan was sexy enough to get quite a few ladies, among them Marilyn Monroe herself. Over approximately 200 blonde young ingenues can't be wrong. 


5. Milos Forman
I'm a sucker for thick accents, what can I say? Also, he ups the coolness factor by being one of the very few people to actually return to Communist Czechoslovakia to work on a film after secretly escaping it. 


4. Jim Jarmusch
He's like the Johnny Depp of filmmakers; very moody, private, with the bad-boy charm. This iconoclast has been making films for over two decades, always on his own terms. And with a haircut that is a cross between James Dean and 'Eraserhead', he reminds us all that originality is still very, very sexy. 


3. Warren Beatty 
What would this list be without Warren Beatty? If there is any list regarding beauty, he should be on it. From the time we first saw him in Technicolor seducing Vivien Leigh in 'The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone' to his current role as Mr. Annette Bening, he just seems to just get better with age. 


2. Maya Deren 
She was perhaps the most intriguing woman in film. With her buxom form, wild hair, and piercing eyes, Maya attracted people on a spiritual level, and pulled them into a trance like state as she danced amidst black curtains and swayed in the wind. She was the embodiment of sensuality. They just don't make women like that anymore. 


1. Orson Welles 
A salute to perhaps the sexiest voice in film history. And though it didn't take long after 'Citizen Kane' for him to turn into Jabba the Hut, he had his handsome moments. It wasn't so much his features, but his insane power and energy that made all of us swoon. He was had an incredibly commanding presence. In my opinion, his sexiest role is opposite his wife at the time (Rita Hayworth) in 'The Lady From Shanghai'. He's definitely one of those that might have snuck into your sexual fantasy, even though you wouldn't admit it. And he either romanced you or beat you up. Either way, you know you loved it. 

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Marion Davies. Gold-digger? Lolita? Feminist?




Here's a question, what do I do when my mother makes me take a 4 hour ride in hazy traffic to Pine Mountain Lake, CA just west of Yosemite National Park? My first thought was to double up on airplane size bottles of Stoli, but I decided against it as my liver needs a break. Turns out the house we are renting have a swell collection of old book of the most random persuasion; everything from the John McCain biography to H.G. Wells. While my family and their friends decided to go fishing, I parked my sorry ass on the tacky 80's couch with something that promised intrigue, and at that time as much of a good night as a stiff vodka cran. 
The title was ‘Marion Davies; The Times We Had’, I couldn’t wait, the sleeve promised to be ‘candid’ and ‘unrestrained’. Oh the juicy details of what it was like charity banging the richest geriatric the world has ever known. I had so many questions, well not really questions, but a need for confirmation. Was ‘rosebud’ really the nickname for her vagina? Did she really sleep with Leslie Howard? Charlie Chaplin? Dick Powell? Well buckle up America. Marion has very little to say!
Brief history. Most people remember Marion Davies as the mistress of W.R. Hearst, the larger-than-life, first self-made billionaire of the 20th century, newspaper tycoon and the blueprint of Charles Foster Kane. Most people remember something about her being blonde, and not much more. Well here’s the gist. He fell in love with her when she was a 16 year old chorus girl, plucked her out of oblivion and moved her to his ridiculous castle somewhat north of Santa Barbara, named San Simeon. It was half the size of Rhode Island. Lucky bitch. Anyway, W.R. wanted to show his love and devotion in more ways than just building a giant prison on top of a cliff from which she couldn’t escape and decided to jump-start her acting career. He figured if he knew enough to make a publishing empire run smoothly, the same would work for films right? Wrong. All of the films he stuck her in were dreary, banal costume dramas that garnered more jeers than praises, except of course if the critic happened to work for a Hearst paper. They spent the rest of their lives together, hosting wild Hollywood parties, hosting zoo tours, and hosting luncheons…that was her life.
In the book, (some taken from dictation some she wrote herself) there is a lot of jabber about jewelry, outfits, the weird behavior of animals she berated at the private zoo at San Simeon…but c’mon Marion, open the drapes! How big of a freak was W.R.? I mean seriously, did anyone actually care about her film career? Apparently she had one. I’ve only seen snippets of ‘When Knighthood was in Flower’ and ‘Cecilia of the Pink Roses’ (I know, film titles have come a long way), but if we look at Marion Davies, we can’t really put her in any category of deviance. At worst, she was a floozy without any talent, at best; she was somewhat entertaining and sexy.
I really was expecting more stories about the wild parties up in that secluded castle in San Luis Obispo that I visited once when I was 16. Imagine, 40 to 50 guests, all of them Hollywood power players with their fat wives at home with the knitting. Bootlegged liquor and champagne flowing into both the indoor and outdoor pools. Chaplin skinny dipping with Lillian Gish, Valentino eating Charlotte Russe off of Norma Talmadge, Anthony Asquith getting it on with the house boy, Louise Brooks kicking up her skirt for the Charleston…how delicious!
San Simeon as it is now, San Luis Obispo, California.


Alas, most of the book reads as so… ‘I did this film with this guy, it was ok…’ Most paragraphs include mention of ‘Pops’, her quasi-oedipal and creepy nickname for Hearst, who was 34 years her senior, but nothing too juicy. Her autobiography in the end, turned out to be as banal as her films from the silent era through the transition to sound, until she eventually stopped altogether in the late 1930’s. They promise much, and deliver little. Is Marion a deviant? I don’t think so. She might be considering she was the world’s most famous Lolita at a time when Nabokov was still in grammar school. She lived openly with a man too old for her even by California standards, who by the way remained married to some not-so-spunky frumpy uberbitch until his death. She was sassy, spunky, and by all accounts sexually aware. And despite rumors to the contrary, she remained faithful to the ‘Pops’ the whole time. Chaplin, Gilbert, even Valentino wanted a smell of that rosebud but according to her, none of them got a whiff. But hey, I guess it’s an even trade for a career, considering she admitted openly that she had no talent whatsoever.
In a way, Marion Davies is a feminist, doing what she wants on her own terms. As she famously stated; ‘With me it was 5% talent and 95% publicity’. Ironically enough, we still can’t forgive Anna Nicole Smith. But perhaps that’s not fair. Marion had boatloads of personality, so what if she was a few notches above the character of Rita Leads on ‘Arrested Development’? (For some reason, I see a very big parallel between the two, to the point of thinking that the Mitch Horwitz used Davies as the inspiration of Rita; the girl that is amazingly sexy but doesn’t understand anything about sex). If she was anything, Davies was whimsical. And whimsy + being a tease = success on a gold plated scale.  She seemed to make the transition from turn-of-the-century lady into 1920’s party girl very easily, because in her head, she was probably already there. She was always looking for a good time. I sometimes wonder how she managed to stay so light and cheerful throughout everything. I really thought that book would at least open up unto some troubles she had and how she dealt with them, but nope…aside from a minor fight with Lillian Gish, there wasn’t too much to mention...Marion turned out to be a lot less than what we all expected from her. She wasn’t a slut, she wasn’t a sex maniac, and she wasn’t that interesting at all. 

Monday, August 9, 2010

Top 10: Cinema Perverts

Paul Verhoeven.
We all remember where we were September 22nd, 1995.  The world would never be the same.  Dutch director Paul Verhoeven dropped a bomb on our puritanical asses, and all of us suddenly new what 'camp' meant. There are so many gem scenes from the stripper version of "All About Eve" (1950), that it's hard to pick just one. I would say my personal favorite is during Nomi's first rehearsal for the 'Goddess' show and her director keeps yelling at her to "Thrust it!" and now, I exercise like that all the time. From the bottom of my heart, Thank you Paul, and yes, I'm still waiting for the sequel.

Jack Smith.
"Flaming Creatures" (1965). Nuff said. But just to say a bit more, the legend who brought the absurd, the perverse, and the deliciously naughty to film, back at a time of conformity and censorpship, he was a true original whom directors emulate to this day. With his partner in crime, Mario Montez (who later worked regularly with Warhol) Smith brought what was at that time an underground culture into well...underground cinema, but he definitely left one hell of an impression on cinema and how we define sexual discourse. Cheers!

Todd Solondz.
The man who made us rethink about moving to the suburbs, Solondz has  been giving us an element of heart and sincerity with the unusual sexual encounters in white middle-class Anytown, USA. As we journey with Dawn Weiner through some of the most awkward experiences of sexual awakening in "Welcome to the Dollhouse" 1996, pictured above, we are probably all secretly thanking our lucky stars that our own experiences would never be interesting enough for Solondz to direct.


Alejandro Jodorowsky.
If you like your films with orgies, human sacrifices, cultish rituals and copious amounts of full frontal nudity, definitely put Jodorowsky in you Netflix Queue. Really any of his films would suffice, i personally recommend "The Holy Mountain" (1973), just picture a classier, sardonic version of "Caligula" (1979), but even more absurd. It's really quite an amazing experience. 


Christophe Honoré.
 
Ahh, a pick from the increasingly ridiculous New French Extremity movement, this director seems to shock for the sake of shocking and do not much more than that. One hell of a Freudian nightmare, "Ma mère" 2004 (pictured above) really takes it to new levels of fucked up shit. The poster proclaims it to be 'powerful...explicit and shocking', I agree with the last two adjectives, as for being powerful, I suppose it might be, as most of us aren't used to seeing Louis Garrell masturbate over his mother's corpse. 

Erich von Stroheim.
Though we all remember him as the creepy butler from "Sunset Blvd." 1950, in his directing days back in the 20's and 30's, he was quite the misogynist, usually incorporating themes of female foolishness and naivete into the subtext, and never shying away from innuendo or erotic symbolism. Some scenes probably made the censors take a closer look, as they were pretty suggestive, but apparently they let it slide, particularly in "Greed" (1922).

Andy Warhol.
Honestly, what would this list be without Warhol's voyeuristic experiments? The formula is basic really; make you interested in the attractive naked people involved, and have them engage in acts that would otherwise not include you. You and the camera eye become one. Simple. Its the quintessential definition for peeping toms.

Ken Russell.
Peter Townsend once told the media that his reason for choosing Russell to direct the film version of his magnum opus "Tommy", was because the director was 'English and nuts!' Indeed he is, in the best ways imaginable. He never fails to send us to new levels of sexual confusion, whether it's Tony Perkins use of a vibrator as a lethal weapon in "Crimes of Passion" 1984, or Ann Margaret orgasmically bathing in baked beans in "Tommy" 1975 (pictured above).



John Waters.
 He is the undisputed pope of filth. Even the seemingly PG "Hairspray" 1988, has its sexual inside jokes.  Planting the trash flag on cinema's dreary landscape way back when with "Pink Flamingos" 1972, this best friend we all wish we had doesn't show any signs of taking it down or cleaning it up, and we hope he never does.

Kirby Dick.
Kirby Dick established a reputation of going where no doc has gone before. This includes behind closed doors at the sessions of a sex surrogate, in "Private Practices: The Story of a Sex Surrogate" (1986), and the private toy collection of Bob Flanagan in "Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist" 1997 (pictured above), Kirby Dick never shies away from the obscene, perverse, and absurd. More power to him.


Friday, August 6, 2010

'Scorpio Rising' and Sartre's “Look”

Mise-en-scène is very important to consider when analyzing Scorpio Rising as it provides a backdrop; a visual soundtrack if you will to the action in the foreground that serves as commentary on the notion of sexual identification.  We can attest that the characters themselves are part of the very decorations of the film that is around them including their motorcycles, portraits of Hollywood iconography, and the clothes they pay so much attention to. Instead of using Jack Smith’s approach to camp identifiers to turn pop culture on its side (most prominent of which is transvestism), Anger attacks the most indelible identifiers of masculinity in order to reconstruct them into homosexual symbols. 
They are iconic in themselves and stand as personifications of not only “the rebel” but of the subversive gay culture they live in. They are aware not only of their own sexuality but also the presence of the “Other”, thus making them subjective and objective characters simultaneously. They are objects of each others gaze as well as objects of the voyeur’s gaze.  As Suarez puts it, “in addition to being objects of the camera’s and the spectator’s gaze, the bikers appear as objects of desire for each other; a series of eye-line matches construct a homoerotic circuit of looks in which the biker seem to admire each others’ bodies in several stages of dress and undress.” This is important to consider not only because it provides them with identity, but it also presents the presence of sexual preference and sexual desire. The characters are aware of their own sexual appeal as well as the “Other’s” sexual presence.
We can attribute this concept of sexual identification of the self through arousal from the watching the other to Jean-Paul Sartre’s concept of “The Look”. Sartre theorizes the relationship between “The Look” and its relation to the establishment of one’s own identity and subjectivity saying that “The Look” manifests itself in the “for-itself” and manipulates consciousness by turning one from a subject into an object through how the other perceives him. It is one’s ability to recognize others looking at one, which is a seamless immediate recognition of two consciousnesses or more. Thereby, this implements the notion of desire, particularly sexual desire. We can see this working in Scorpio Rising as both the desire of the spectator, and the mutual desire between the characters in the film.
Thereby, we can argue that Scorpio Rising does contain an element of pornography because the content of the film is not only arousing for the men of the mise-en-scène, but also originates in the desire it implements within the viewer via the camera-eye. Though devoid of explicit sexual content, it is the ambiguity of sexuality that serves as the arousal apparatus. It is the suggestion of sexual relations and sexual awareness between the subject and the object that instigates an implied sexual relationship in the mind rather than the body. “The Look” influences each character making them at once aware of their personal attraction to others as well as their attraction to others. There is a motif of mirrors that is symbolic of this concept, turning “The Look” into something that operates in-the-self as well as subject to object relations. At times it seems as though the men of Scorpio Rising are more interested in their own sexuality than in the sexuality of the other. The mirror is a symbol of the camera as it creates the subjective by means of capturing the objective. All of the men are in a constant state of looking. They gaze at themselves in the mirror, they stare at their biker gear, they exchange strangely intimate glances, and at all times projecting the idea that they are aware of their own sexuality which can be translated acquisition of power.
Sartre suggests that within the presence of “The Look”, there is the subsequent acknowledgement of one’s own sexual identity. Within one’s initial discovery of sexual identity, there is an immediate manifestation of a certain kind of shame. In his terms, sexuality is the product of a certain kind of voyeurism, where we begin to discover our own sexual pleasures from what we see. It is the acknowledgment of the “Other”, thereby the object, and subsequently our self-recognition as the subject. What we desire is emblematic of our own sexual identity. He states that; “If we start with the first revelation of the Other as a look, we must recognize that we experience our inapprehensible being-for-others in the form of a possession. I am possessed by the Other; the Other’s look shapes my body in its nakedness, makes it emerge, sculptures it, produces it as it is, sees it as I shall never see it.”
Recognition of sexual power and influence becomes the most provocative statement of Scorpio Rising. It provides a sexual identity and preference to the objects first rather than allowing the voyeur to utilize his/her interpretation of the content for his/her subjective identity. As the objects realize themselves as sexual beings, the film becomes a manifestation of the implied rather than the explicit. Because of this objective power, the implied becomes just as potent as the physical presence of a sexual act between the objects.
Thereby, we can assume that the general sexual ambiguity and the avoidance of explicit sexual content in Scorpio Rising is the very catalyst that drives the subject to the desire of the object in the simplest sexual definitions of identity. It would seem that though this film is based primarily on ambiguity and suggestion, it is seemingly the most erotic of the three films in study within the thesis. The aspect of suggestion over blatant pornographic content is much more potent in the realization of sexual desire in the mind of the subject (i.e. the voyeur).

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Jack Smith and the Manifestation of Sexual Myth

The sexual mythology of fantastical interpretation of sexuality and fetishization is the catalyst in the problem of pornographic classification of Flaming Creatures. Considering certain definitions that concern themselves with a homosexual sensibility, such as “transgressive”, “perverted” and “deviant”, we can begin to see Flaming Creatures as a visual manifesto of artistic principles in the tradition of Dziga Vertov, rather than a subversive study of sexuality. It is in the creation of sexual myths and the re-examination of ancient myths of sexual subversion that manifest as a unique unfolding of events dictated by Smith’s intentions to reexamine definitions of everything sexual. Smith explains his approach to the aesthetics of filmmaking and how he appropriates them saying:




“The primitive allure of movies is a thing of light and shadows. A bad film is one which doesn’t flicker and shift and move through lights and shadows, contrasts, textures by way of light. If I have these I don’t mind phoniness (or the sincerity of clever actors), simple minded plots (or novelistic “good” plots), nonsense or seriousness (I don’t feel nonsense in movies is a threat to my mind since I don’t got to movies for ideas that arise from sensibleness of ideas. Images evoke feelings and ideas that are suggested by feeling.”
When approaching Flaming Creatures as an apparatus of sexual redefinition, on must also take into account Jack Smith’s aesthetic approaches to the content that works as transgressive symbols of sexual identity. These symbols help to craft a myth regarding sexual discourse, gender, and the act itself. As Susan Sontag describes it, the film is an aesthetic vision of the world which settles itself in a special gap between the normal and the bizarre, which is not where American critics would usually place art; the space of moral ideas. Instead, it is an aesthetic space, “the space of pleasure”, through which it moves and finds its being.
The visuals function not as symbols of sexuality but as representative of sexual myths that are so fantastical in nature that they have to create their own sense of symbolism. They belong to a larger definition of sexual sensibility than just that of the “gay” film, but of a film of perversion, each myth being represented by different means. Sitney explains that Smith’s particular relationship to his actors and his representation of their sexuality borrows from Josef von Sternberg’s relationship to Marlene Dietrich in his work almost three decades earlier. It is a relationship of Subject (Von Sternberg)/Object (Dietrich) in that the subject manifests his own fantasies and myths with the costuming, mannerisms, and actions of the object. Von Sternberg built this character of Marlene Dietrich as an exotic temptress who possesses a heightened sense of sexual awareness and sexual power, and who is universally appealing from the other characters of his films to the voyeur. Mario Montez functions under the same principles in Flaming Creatures, as Smith creates a super-human mythological creature that is both male and female, gay and straight, to be used as means of power. He thus becomes the physical representation of sexual principles that guide us through the context of the film into realms of mythological reenactments of sexual sensibilities.
In Flaming Creatures, Mario Montez becomes a catalyst of sexual mythology. He is the objectification of gender ambiguity as well as the homosexual principle of camp. Camp being the means through which homosexuals redefined masculine principles for the purpose of building a sexual identity that was inherently theirs. As Newton further defines camp, it is means by which gender roles are redefined for homosexual sex practices.
“Masculinity also depends crucially on differentiation from, and the dominance over women. The problem is not, strictly speaking, just that homosexuals reject woman as sexual objects. The moral transgression is in the choice of another man as a sexual (and/or romantic) object. Since male-female sexual relations are the only “natural” model of sexuality, at least one of the men of a homosexual pair must, then, be “acting the woman: passive, powerless, and unmanly…all a woman has to do is “open her legs” (a passive act), but a man has to “get it up” (That’s “action”).”
He is at once symbolic of homosexuality as well as heterosexuality, through the filter of female impersonation. Flaming Creatures identifies him as both the active male and the passive female. He is shown in his female incarnation, smelling a flower, wondering about in a very feminine manner and playing with the camera gaze as if flirting with his audience. And though always dressed in drag, he does maintain a masculine incarnation as a participant of the rape, and later shows the viewer his genitalia. Thus, the myth of gender is being addressed as means to eradicate the space of sexual identity. This is an example of myth overpowering sexual context, which further challenges the label of “pornography” to Flaming Creatures. J. Hoberman cites that as a homosexual film, the content of Flaming is articulated through various images of genitals and the means in which the characters of the film use them. Even the rape scene is subject to interpretation as a sexual symbol that includes fondling and masturbation of both male and female organs. This setting, which can be identified as pornographic and categorically “gay”, can also be interpreted as means of presenting the end of homosexual mythology and the birth of a subjective artistic sensibility of sexual principles. It is not the homosexual sensibility that makes Flaming Creatures “deviant”, but Smith’s ideas of perverting universal sexual ideology that redefines these labels. In Flaming Creatures exists a separate world where acts of rape, perversion, and infantile sexuality function as the status quo. The rape is not even a rape in the strictest definition of the term. There is no forcible penetration, and the assault seems to mirror a child’s fascination with sexual organs, rather than the mature means of utilization of the organs for sexual pleasure.
Jack Smith places sexual acts among an atmosphere of fantasized scenarios that marry in a mythological context. Though the act is identifiable to the viewer as rape, just as the organs of the various characters are identified as male or female, the presence of eccentricities like drag queens, vampires, sexual fetishes like Eastern and Arabic presences to formulate new means of interpreting their actions and identities. Everything seems to be an exaggeration of sexual principles. The mythology of Flaming Creatures creates a separation between its context and the label of “pornography” as it means of redefining two opposing sides of the sexual spectrum; the eroticism of fetish and the degradation of the perverse. The mythology of sexuality is manifest through the coupling of these two extremes to where the voyeur is at once sexually excited and sexually disgusted.
It is also important to remember that the construction of mythology is one of Flaming Creatures’ main principles. It is the transporting of the viewer to new and different visual worlds that can be fraught with any principles the director deems necessary in order to better articulate his sexual, political, social, and filmic ideologies. The usual means of this process is the narrative that is able to transport the voyeur to exotic places, the minds of desirable characters, and fantastical atmospheres where the practicalities of the voyeur’s actuality do not apply. Smith instead focused on minimalizing Flaming Creatures by incorporating all of these elements into the mise-en-scène of the frame. Everything fantastical, erotic, transgressive, and perverse in this study of sexuality is condensed into one super-film of mythological symbols regarding not only the homosexual sensibility but of the voyeuristic principles of film watching. Smith explains just how his films function. They are interpretations of accepted means of artistic expression and representation through means of visual assault so that the viewer is instigated, but is hyper-aware at the same time. Smith is provoking his audience so that though they experience disgust and detriment, they are first paying full attention. Smith explains his methodology citing his fascination with Josef Von Sternberg’s filmic principles and how he interprets them and subsequently appropriates them for his unique filmic sensibilities. 
“People never know why they do what they do. But they have to have explanations for themselves and others. So Von Sternberg’s movies had to have plots even tho they already had them inherent in the image. What he did was make movies naturally – he lived in a visual world. The explanations plots he made up out of some logic having nothing to do with the visuals of the film.”
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Swanson vs. Crawford; The Battle of the Sadie Thompsons for Cinematic Sluthood.


Now, I know what you're thinking, if Bette Davis had ever played this classic W. Somerset Maugham character, this would be a no brainer. Alas, Bette did her own version of a Maugham wanton woman in "Of Human Bondage"(1934). What is interesting about this comparison is that one giant aesthetic different. Gloria Swanson made "Sadie Thompson" in 1928 as a silent version, while Joan Crawford followed with "Rain" in 1932 with sound. 4 years seems hardly enough time between an original and a re-make, but the advent of sound made it imperative to give poor Sadie Thompson more of a seductive edge, incorporating verbal innuendo with suggestive gesture.

It's the age old argument, sound vs. silent.

This is one that is particularly interesting because it is from the same source material. If we look at both films from a strictly visual perspective, both are pretty much identical, both Swanson and Crawford don ridiculously comical hats, wear make-up that would make Divine jealous, and accent their face with an ever-present dangling cigarette, as if to suggest that they are women who do the wrong things. They are both suggestive in their gestures, not afraid to stroke an arm or push hair out of the face. They love to dance and drink, and enjoy life; their movement suggestive of a women who are definitely sexually aware, as I'm sure that pelvic thrusting was pushing it too far at the time, their movement suggest a disposition of a harebrained party girl with loose morals and a penchant for drinking.


Though this does not spell out in plain english that Sadie Thompson was a whore, it is enough to convince the main antagonist of the film, Mr. Davidson that she has a seedy past.


The irony of both of these portrayals, is that Sadie Thompson could easily fit the "hooker-with-the-heart-of-gold" label which that era of American cinema loved to exploit, Sadie is not aesthetically reformed. She may not be charging for sex anymore, but she doesn't shy away from a shot of Scotch or a suggestive dance with whoever is ready to party as to forget about the thunderstorm conditions of the tropical island of Pago Pago.
Sadie doesn't take every drunken sailor at the hotel into her bedroom, but instead falls in love with an oafish awkward boy who is definitely not up to her sexual par. And when Mr. Davidson tries to bring the law on her, articulating that she must be truly punished for what she did (i.e. it's not enough to stop being charging for it, she must dress and act like a nun, and to do so must go back to where she came from), she does not try to seduce him, which judging by the circumstance, would be her best bet.
So to answer this question, we cannot look at Sadie considering her motivation and disposition, we have to approach the character in both films as an icon. She is a symbol of rebellious womanhood, and can be perceived as a paragon of feminism. Rather than compromise herself, she chooses to stand up for the right to smoke, drink, and wear copious amounts of lipstick, and who does this better? Sound aside? I would have to check the box for Joan Crawford. Her performance is both intensely sexual and profoundly disparaging. Gloria, bless her heart, goes for the point by point recreation of the story of "the downfall of Sadie Thompson" without really breaching the essence of her womanhood. But judge for yourself, unfortunately both films are in horrible condition and very rare on DVD. Ridiculously enough no one has bothered to restore either. It seems even the likes of Crawford and Swanson can't resurect interest in W. Somerset Maugham, but it is one of those rare cases where the cinematic interpretations of the original source material is actually more telling. Who is the bigger slut? Definitely Crawford, and I say that in the best way possible. I think within the confines of Sadie Thompson, it is a form of dissent and rebellion, and a admiral way to appear. Amidst a veritable who's who of future church elders, the contrast of sexual openness and ambivalence is more prevalent in "Rain".