Flaring again this weekend, so it was a repeat of last weekend's sleep-a-thon. Did some laundry, watched some movies.
In no particular order:
Aquamarine -- this is a really cute pre-teen mermaid movie. Although I love kids' entertainment, an awful lot of it leaves me yelling at the screen at some point or another, and this one really didn't. It was good for its intended age range, it has morals I actually agree with, and if I'd seen this as a tween myself, I probably would've fallen head over heels for it.
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What the hell is wrong with my brain today? Everything I write feels like it's coming out absolutely absurdly stilted and awkward. Bad brain. No cookie. OK, we return you to your irregularly scheduled and absurdly brief movie reviews:
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Kim Cattrall: Sexual Intelligence (full disclosure -- I can't stand Sex in the City)
I'm interested in sexuality studies, and I'm especially interested in how they're being presented to the world in general, so I tend to watch a lot of "sex documentaries" on the various channels, usually with unfortunate "throwing things at the TV" results. I've given up on TLC entirely, due to the unsupported gender essentialism that seems ingrained in every single gender and sexuality program they put out. HBO can be decent at times, and some of the talking heads on this program had interesting things to say (they got Betty Dodson, which is always nice, and they had a lot of queer representation, including bi representation, amongst their general interview subjects), but nothing could save it from the soft-focus obnoxiously coy intros and outros with Kim Cattrall. Good grief. Painful. Also, no cookie for inaccurately stating that humans are the only species that orgasm; there's good evidence that counters that. Not recommended.
Dead and Breakfast. The winner of the weekend, hands down. Apparently all I need to be happy in life is some line-dancing zombies and a few expository musical interludes. The second commentary track is hysterical -- makes it very clear just _how_ low-budget this was. I intend to own this movie, oh yes I do. I love it when the zombies have a
plan.
All Aboard Rosie's Family Cruise. Does what it says on the tin. It's a mildly heartwarming tale of queer families on a cruise. Nothing special, really, and not something I'd list here except as a chance to bring up something it got me thinking about in terms of identity politics. Those of you who've known me for a while probably already know that I think identity politics have their place, but I'm especially interested in the edges where the boundaries between identity groups fall apart, and I think ultimately we need a "what we have in common is that we're all different" expansionism rather than a "what we have in common is that we're all the same" assimilationist approach (which generally comes along with its own version of the identity police). What got me thinking was the kids on the cruise. Some are simply being raised by GLBT parents, but some are really growing up within the queer community as one of their central subcultures. As yet one more argument against identity policing, does anyone really think these kids, when they grow up, should be even a smidgen less welcome in our community just because they happen to be straight (if they are)?
Phat Girlz -- when I decided to give this a try, I really wasn't expecting it to last (what our household refers to as "the ten-minute test"). I was pleasantly surprised, and although it unfortunately gives
Coming to America a run for its money in regards to African realism, the movie in general was cute and amusing. The plot is... basic, to be generous, but it was nice to see the weight issue being handled this way, rather than with the backhanded "compliments" of crap like Shallow Hal (if we were better people, we'd look past all your gross nasty fat, oh yes we would) that's been so popular recently. Then again, the fact that no one in the movie was in a fat suit (don't get me started) gave it a huge leg up there. I wouldn't bother renting it, but if you're bored and it's on TV, it's not bad, although it does at times fall into the unpleasant habit of being nasty about skinniness in ways that suck just as much as similar attitudes about fat.
Reeker -- Merely ok. Interchangeable with any other middling quality late-night gorefest. Mildly interesting twist. Don't go out of your way for it. See also
House of 9.
In the amusingly bad category, we've got
Spacejacked. Honestly, I don't recall enough of it to say much coherent about it, but I was giggling for most of it, so I guess that's something. Cheesy. Very.
Sweet Charity. Ya know, I'd heard Shirley Maclaine was famous for something other than her past lives... Now I know. It felt a bit jumpy, but it was fun and bouncy and colorful and endearing, and I enjoyed it a good deal.
Citizen Verdict. Oh. My. They make an honest attempt to fit in some interesting and important concepts where they can squeeze them past Jerry Springer's unbelievably bad acting. Extremely uneven, but there are bits of a worthwhile faux documentary in there. I like documentaries and mockumentaries, and I tend to enjoy movies that play with that kind of approach, too, so I was probably easier on this one than most would be. I still don't think most people will be interested in sitting through it, so don't take this as a recommendation.