Watchmen
Being about a month behind everyone else means I finally saw Watchmen last night. We'd planned on seeing Sunshine Cleaning, but downtown ABQ was packed and it took us longer than anticipated to park. I preface this with the fact that I have not read the comic/graphic novel. In short, I liked the premise. I'm trying to keep this spoiler-free for those who haven't seen it, but the overall themes and ballsiness of the ending was interesting.
What I didn't like is that it felt like I was watching Sin City part II. There is one, count it-- one female character who escapes the movie without being raped or murdered or martyred. And that one character's sole purpose is to further other mens' storylines. When they killed a lesbian about five minutes in, I sighed and said, "oh right. This is a comic by one of those guys." When they coded the "villain" (and yes, I know it's more complicated than that) as gay, I sighed again. (The villains are either criminals (often pedophiles) or coded as gay. Because that's not a tired, repetitive, and infuriating connection, right?) On the other hand, if you don't count the abundance of sexual violence against women, there was very nearly equal opportunity objectification going on, what with Mr. Glowing Blue Peen walking around nekkid all the time. That said, I get that the movie was about exploring mankind's violent and deplorable nature, hence the need to nuke it in order to create peace, but I am just personally really, really tired of constantly watching women get raped and murdered on screen by characters fanboys just love. I have a complete and visceral flight reaction to shit like that and considering it's such a real part of many womens' daily lives, I could use a lot less of it in my escapism. Thanks. Its pervasiveness (not to mention the use of violence that crossed the line into gratuitous about halfway in, made the movie a totally uncomfortable and distasteful one for me to watch.
On a lighter note, Nixon's prosthetics looked stupidly ridiculous. Anyhow, that was my overall reaction. I'm sure I'll get a tl;dr comment about why I'm interrogating the text from the wrong perspective, and I'm pretty sure I already know who it'll come from. This is me pre-emptively giving you a bitchface through my computer screen.
The house is quiet today. Jason went to see the Trinity site, where they set off the first atomic bomb test. It's only open about two weekends out of the year. I'd planned to go, but upon waking with four hours' sleep, I was very, very dizzy. It's super windy out here today, and in the occurrence this is my inner ears acting up, I didn't want to tempt fate. I slept in instead. And now I'm going to make brunch before settling down to work for the evening. Something with avocados.
I made my first Palimpsest-inspired piece last night. Casimira is done!
What I didn't like is that it felt like I was watching Sin City part II. There is one, count it-- one female character who escapes the movie without being raped or murdered or martyred. And that one character's sole purpose is to further other mens' storylines. When they killed a lesbian about five minutes in, I sighed and said, "oh right. This is a comic by one of those guys." When they coded the "villain" (and yes, I know it's more complicated than that) as gay, I sighed again. (The villains are either criminals (often pedophiles) or coded as gay. Because that's not a tired, repetitive, and infuriating connection, right?) On the other hand, if you don't count the abundance of sexual violence against women, there was very nearly equal opportunity objectification going on, what with Mr. Glowing Blue Peen walking around nekkid all the time. That said, I get that the movie was about exploring mankind's violent and deplorable nature, hence the need to nuke it in order to create peace, but I am just personally really, really tired of constantly watching women get raped and murdered on screen by characters fanboys just love. I have a complete and visceral flight reaction to shit like that and considering it's such a real part of many womens' daily lives, I could use a lot less of it in my escapism. Thanks. Its pervasiveness (not to mention the use of violence that crossed the line into gratuitous about halfway in, made the movie a totally uncomfortable and distasteful one for me to watch.
On a lighter note, Nixon's prosthetics looked stupidly ridiculous. Anyhow, that was my overall reaction. I'm sure I'll get a tl;dr comment about why I'm interrogating the text from the wrong perspective, and I'm pretty sure I already know who it'll come from. This is me pre-emptively giving you a bitchface through my computer screen.
The house is quiet today. Jason went to see the Trinity site, where they set off the first atomic bomb test. It's only open about two weekends out of the year. I'd planned to go, but upon waking with four hours' sleep, I was very, very dizzy. It's super windy out here today, and in the occurrence this is my inner ears acting up, I didn't want to tempt fate. I slept in instead. And now I'm going to make brunch before settling down to work for the evening. Something with avocados.
I made my first Palimpsest-inspired piece last night. Casimira is done!