Friday, September 23, 2005

ew

i feel dirty. not sexy, spank-me dirty. not need-a-shower dirty. dirty on the inside. i feel dirty from seeing the movie mysterious skin last night.

ok, so that's a bit of an exaggeration (what? me? i won't believe it.). but seriously, the movie creeped me out so much that every time i think of a few of the scenes a little shiver runs down my spine.

it's directed by a guy named greg araki--you might remember him from such early-90's queer cult classics as the living end, heralded as "one of the first important openly gay films along with go fish" [that's not a real quote because i just made it up.]. like go fish, i thought that the living end was pretty terrible. michael doesn't agree with me on that one, and he knows a lot more about film than i do. which basically means that if you "appreciate" "film" then you'll be nuts for greg araki. if you're like me and your favorite movies include steel magnolias and the birdcage then you might not get as much out of it.

mysterious skin had a lot more polish than the living end. you know when you see an indie film (think beverly kills, those of you who were at NCGLFF) and it just seems so...how do i say this politely...sloppy and amateurish? like the director picked the actors up by hanging out outside a dunkin donuts bathroom in rural iowa. like it was shot using a plastic, handheld microphone that the director held out from behind the camera. myseterious skin wasn't like that. it looked like a movie. and the guy from third rock from the sun was really good.

the problem is the movie's subject matter: dual child molestation. we go from child molestation to small-town hustling to big-city-aids hustling to big-city-aids-getting-your-ass-kicked-while-being-raped hustling. oh, and then at the end of the movie we find out that not only have these two guys been molested by their baseball coach, but the molestation went on for like a few months with one kid--who claims to have loved the older man (he was 8 at the time)--and that at some point during the coach's summer of love he engaged in an orgiastic 3-way with two eight-year-olds who "fisted him up to their elbow."

that's right. eight-year-olds fisting someone up to their elbow.

i need my brain scrubbed.

4 Comments:

At September 23, 2005 10:53 AM, Blogger George Lam said...

um. i guess it doesn't matter too much - but you did give away the ending.

(not the fisting, but the molestation.)

yes, it is an entirely disgusting subject matter for a movie. but really quite creative - these two boys' lives cross for an instant during their school years, only to have the one boy eventually find out that they have been forever changed by the incident all along.

and have that process compared to a search for aliens? really quite poetic, no?

i liked it a lot.

but some other people would probably say that we don't need any more movies that glorify / highlight child molestation and pedophilia and homosexuality.

well - the right wingnuts (i stole this term from andy towle) will be spewing out the same crap anyway. be it art or not.

 
At September 23, 2005 11:12 AM, Blogger Robert said...

give away the ending? we know right away that they've been molested. and i didn't say it shouldn't have been made!

 
At September 23, 2005 12:54 PM, Blogger Ratface said...

i feel dirty because up until last night, there was no hot water in my apartment. so do you think i showered for the past week? not really...

 
At September 23, 2005 7:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why are you hating on Iowa??? Bigot.

 

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