Archive for May 8th, 2008

summing up some of your attention

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

In a nutshell:
There is no greater pleasure than getting to be on a panel discussion with a moderator who gracefully steers the conversation, all the while effortlessly balancing a queer burlesque star’s discarded bra from a pre-panel striptease on her lap.

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This is why panel discussions are awesome.
Or maybe, how more panel discussions should be this awesome.
I would have taken more photos, but I was on stage, in a panel discussion at the time.

damned gamma radiation. i swear.

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

OK. So I went and saw Iron Man and Forgetting Sarah Marshall recently, and much to my own chagrin, really enjoyed both films, despite their general dude-ly-ness. They were funny, engaging, big, dumb, fun popcorn films. Although, yet again, it got me wondering: are there any decent, fun, mainstream Hollywood films for women anymore? (And yes, Hollywood actually has, in the past, made many fantastic films with great female leads).

I swear, other than maybe Baby Mama, it’s a total bro-deo out there this season. (I suppose I could count the Sex and the City film, but I never liked the TV show, so I could care less. Plus that brings the grand total to only 2 films.) The dude films are pretty fun, but really now: is that it for this season, for women that aren’t mincing little kewpie dolls, really? And so when I came across film critic Manohla Dargis’ pointed little gem in the NY Times this past week, I felt glad that I’m not the only one getting grouchy about it. (Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. Sez Woff-Hulk.)

For those of you who missed it, you can read it here:

Is There A Real Woman In This Multiplex?

In a season dominated by male-oriented fare like “The Incredible Hulk,” leading female roles seem largely limited.

Nobody likes to admit the worst, even when it’s right up there on the screen, particularly women in the industry who clutch at every pitiful short straw, insisting that there are, for instance, more female executives in Hollywood than ever before. As if it’s done the rest of us any good. All you have to do is look at the movies themselves ”” at the decorative blondes and brunettes smiling and simpering at the edge of the frame ”” to see just how irrelevant we have become. That’s as true for the dumbest and smartest of comedies as for the most critically revered dramas, from “No Country for Old Men” (but especially for women) to “There Will Be Blood” (but no women). Welcome to the new, post-female American cinema.

So what’s the answer for this week: go see Baby Mama?
Write your congressperson?
Give up on dumb Hollywood films?
Ponder why the world needs not 1 but 2 crappy Hulk films?
I dunno.
I wish some one would make She-Hulk, the Comedic Operetta, instead.
I’d pay to see THAT.