Abhorrent Movie/Abhorrent Move
'The Brown Bunny' is not only one of the most tedious films that I have seen but also one of the most crazy. Star, director and all-round 'entertainer' Vincent Gallo moves around in a weird drugged up style haze, as he ponders, and wonders all about the desolate highways, picking up women, reflecting on a rape he witnessed, Imagining getting it on himself with the victim of said assault (at least I think so). Vincent Gallo is the actor who got mad with Christina Ricci after shooting 'Buffalo 66'. Weirdly he was not mad because she can act and is attractive but because she was not as 'all over the film' as he was in pre-release press gigs. In his latest movie he gets a less attractive actress than Ricci (though still an immensely talented one, Chloe Sevigny from one of the greatest films ever made 'The Last Days of Disco') to perform a tongue caress on his erect penis. All is shown in full glory before the camera instead chooses to focus on a violated looking Chloe as she moves back and forth on Gallo's candy.
Sorry but sucking cock is a weird thing. In fairness I've never actually done it so perhaps can't judge? But, well, it always seems so easy and kind of crude. To give a women a true oral experience it takes a lot of work and can actually be quite sensual. A bloke's juice dribbling across your chin on to your breast (if the time has actually been taken to remove clothes) is really not particularly erotic. 'Mysterious Skin' was a thought provoking and brutal film dealing with sexuality in an abrupt and difficult manner. Watch that if it falls on your lap. 'The Brown Bunny'? Keep well away.
In Derby a teenager was banned from wearing a crucifix at a school. Why? Because Christians are not obliged to wear Crucifixes. Sikhs are allowed to carry ceremonial daggers (in bracelet form I must admit). Ultimately the issue is not whether Sikhs wear this and Christians that, but anyone's right to wear anything that is not dangerous. If I were in a 'end of the world' cult I should not be allowed to carry my mini bombs to school (nor should I if I were in no such cult).
However I wear a necklace that tells everyone that I am a Spiritual Warrior. It goes everywhere that my neck goes (except bed). Sounds kind of silly when I say it out loud but it is part of me (and boy can I justify it). Interpret it how you like but I am a Spiritual Warrior. Likewise GCSE student Sam is a Christian and proud of it. Sam had worn the necklace for three years. I have worn mine for longer. I honesty expect that if any establishment banned me from wearing my symbol of hope that all of my colleagues would refuse to work until sense was installed. Please wear your daggers but respect others rights to wear what they like too. Refuse to go to school, all of you, it could be you next.
Of course we could just rewrite Christianity. Hell that's easier. From now on ALL true Christians must wear crucifixes. My Spiritual Warrior necklace? Nope, no good, I will burn in the pits of anti-Christianity.
Sorry but sucking cock is a weird thing. In fairness I've never actually done it so perhaps can't judge? But, well, it always seems so easy and kind of crude. To give a women a true oral experience it takes a lot of work and can actually be quite sensual. A bloke's juice dribbling across your chin on to your breast (if the time has actually been taken to remove clothes) is really not particularly erotic. 'Mysterious Skin' was a thought provoking and brutal film dealing with sexuality in an abrupt and difficult manner. Watch that if it falls on your lap. 'The Brown Bunny'? Keep well away.
In Derby a teenager was banned from wearing a crucifix at a school. Why? Because Christians are not obliged to wear Crucifixes. Sikhs are allowed to carry ceremonial daggers (in bracelet form I must admit). Ultimately the issue is not whether Sikhs wear this and Christians that, but anyone's right to wear anything that is not dangerous. If I were in a 'end of the world' cult I should not be allowed to carry my mini bombs to school (nor should I if I were in no such cult).
However I wear a necklace that tells everyone that I am a Spiritual Warrior. It goes everywhere that my neck goes (except bed). Sounds kind of silly when I say it out loud but it is part of me (and boy can I justify it). Interpret it how you like but I am a Spiritual Warrior. Likewise GCSE student Sam is a Christian and proud of it. Sam had worn the necklace for three years. I have worn mine for longer. I honesty expect that if any establishment banned me from wearing my symbol of hope that all of my colleagues would refuse to work until sense was installed. Please wear your daggers but respect others rights to wear what they like too. Refuse to go to school, all of you, it could be you next.
Of course we could just rewrite Christianity. Hell that's easier. From now on ALL true Christians must wear crucifixes. My Spiritual Warrior necklace? Nope, no good, I will burn in the pits of anti-Christianity.
posted by Barney at 10:37 AM
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