Words By S.

Sunday, 9 December 2007

Sometimes I roll with it, but sometimes I just get plain pissed off.

I was on a crafting/dinner/shopping trip with a friend of mine, when we decided to browse the magazine section. One that caught my eye had the “7 Reasons You Need To Lose Weight” gracing the cover next to an athletic woman boxing in a red dress.

Mockingly, I said to my friend, “and two of the seven will be: your man will love you more, you’ll look great in that hot new outfit!” and so on, and so on, and so on. We laughed, as you do when you see ridiculousness like that being spoon-fed to the masses who will, undoubtedly, catch on that all of those articles are the exact same. Though, there will be the minority who, let’s face it, will buy into that crap.

What we didn’t realize is just how damaging this particular article was. To see if I was correct, we popped it open, found the article and started to read it aloud. The more we read, the angrier we became.

It was downright insulting, and written in such a way that blatantly was attempting to give women complexes. Instead of being able to laugh it off and just “roll with it”, we got so angry that we had to put the magazine down.

The reasons were tainted with explanations like, “Actually, we should say you need to lose weight in order to have a sex life!” and “thinner women look better in their clothes!” The “explanations”, of course, were graced with pre-fabbed statistical data and there were probably “professional” commentaries to back up the notion that “fat people just are too damn lazy even for sex!”

And to them I say a big fat fuck you.

How dare they write things like that and attempt to push it to the masses. They may as well have just said, “you may as well go kill yourself, fatty” and saved the cost of wording and editing. Not only is it insulting, but it’s downright lying.

Thinner women don’t automatically look better in their clothing, it’s a matter of knowing how to dress yourself.

Fat people do have sex, and they have fucking fantastic sex.

I am so sick of fat hatred not only being splashed across the covers of countless magazines, billboards, ads, etc., but I’m appalled and disgusted that they would even write something as ugly and distasteful as that.

And you know what else? Women aren’t the only ones who get fat. Men aren’t the disgusting pigs that these magazines make them out to be. Fucking embrace what the hell you look like, and the only reason you should worry about losing weight is to make yourself happy and for your own health.

And if I could remember what the hell that magazine was called, I would tell you.

Thursday, 6 December 2007

No Country For Old Men/I’m Not There.

Filed under: Film,Music — S @ 12:23 pm

No Country movie poster

On Monday, I went to see the latest from the Coen brothers, No Country For Old Men. A film whose story is based around the idea that life is not as simple as “good prevails over evil”.

The central story is about a man named Llewelyn Moss (played by a wonderful Josh Brolin) who finds a stash of money, takes it, and is then hunted by the most “evil” villain alive – a man named Anton Chigurh (played by a fantastic Javier Bardim).

Tommy Lee Jones plays Sheriff Bell, a pre-retiree who is becoming disillusioned by the evils in the world, and who wants to help Moss save his own life. Sheriff Bell is, essentially, who the title of the film is about.

The film is done beautifully in a very subdued style. We watch as events happen and paths cross, all the while watching Bell grapple with the decision to give up.

And though there are moments where a bit of dialog is funny, it’s circumstantial humor and is not relied on to keep the film going. Very rare is it, especially now, to have a suspense or drama that does not rly a little bit on comic relief. In fact, it’s the lack of the comic relief that keeps the film feeling very real.

In all, the film is damn near perfect, with little – if any, flaws at all. I would highly recommend it.

I'm Not There poster

Also on Monday, I went to see the film I’m Not There. You may recall in a previous post, my having mentioned wanting it see it in spite of a hatred of Bob Dylan’s music.

While the movie didn’t make me like Bob Dylan, it did give me more of an appreciation of his music. I’ve always thought his lyrics were amazing, and if he had a better voice, there’s no doubt in my mind that I would love him.

The film was really good, and also very different – maybe even a little disjointed.

On the surface, it is a film about Bob Dylan and his life, however it’s done in a way that makes it about aspects of his life, career, personality, and songs as well. Thus, no one character is completely Bob Dylan, so much as a piece of him or a song.

It is definitely a film that requires you to be familiar with his life,  or else it would prove to be quite confusing.

As for individual performances, they all get a bravo – except Richard Gere, who I have to say I was highly unimpressed with. His acting just seemed to be a little flat. He reminded me of Richard Gere in all of his other movies (except for one).

Part of the reason I was drawn to see it was due to the fact that Cate Blanchett played one of his personas. She was absolutely fantastic! Honestly, she may possibly have done the best Bob Dylan and her performance was downright flawless and perfect.

Christian Bale and Heath Ledger were pretty surprising. I would never have thought to picture Christian Bale playing a singer/songwriter, but it worked. Very well. Up until he had the strangest Bob Ross-like afro I’ve ever seen. In fact, I think it took away from his character because it was so distracting and funny that I couldn’t stop laughing. That, I blame completely on costume design.

Heath Ledger essentially played a similar aspect of Dylan as did Bale, but also combined it with a second aspect – that of Bob Dylan, family man. He acted in a way that I had never seen before, and it was great. He truly is a good actor, and this film definitely brought it out of him.

Perhaps the biggest surprise (and gem) was the performance from Marcus Carl Franklin, who played a character named Woody Guthrie. The kid acted and sang his butt off, and it was fucking great. I have never seen this kid before, and I don’t know where they found him, but if he continues to act as he did in this, he will have one hell of a career for sure.

What I did like about the film, and one of the reasons it did make me appreciate more of Dylan’s music, is that the entire film was drenched in his music. There were a combination of covers and his original singing, as well as some of the actors performing his songs. It was great. The film also probably possessed one of the best uses of ‘Stepping Stone’ (performed by The Monkees, and by far my favorite Dylan song) ever.

I think one of the best things about the way this film was done was the creativity of it. It truly is unlike anything I’ve seen before, and I think that – in addition to the outstanding performances – is what made me like the film so much.

Again, I’d definitely recommend it – though, with the warning that it most definitely is not a biopic.

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