Yesterday was the last day of writer’s group for 2009, which sorrow and pain was muted by liberal application of sweet Connecticut wines, coquitos (MMMM), and a viewing of Zardoz, starring Charlotte Rampling, Sean Connery, and

(not Pauline Collins/Queen Victoria from Doctor Who! Reader, she married him)
(him today)

in a blond Apollo wig, culottes, and an adorable coral crocheted sweater-vest, which I envy dreadfully and want to recreate tout suite. I would wear it with a black tank top, however, as me exposing my nipples would be an entirely different sort of political/fashion statement than the one he made.

I highly recommend this film. I think you should all go out immediately and rent or Netflix this gem, watch it this weekend, take lots of notes and then come back Monday and explain it to me please because by God I am confused, I am confused and disturbed in a way that will linger for some time.

(It’s odd, but yes, it is John Alderton, not Sean Connery in his bright red panties and butt-length braid or Charlotte Rampling in her unadulterated gorgeous-ity, who had the most profound impact on me, as I am actually more familiar with Alderton’s work and am used to seeing him as either a Wodehousian bumbler or a vaguely Machiavellian Edwardian chauffeur with jet-black hair and a Welsh accent, not a Logan’s-Run-esque sex kitten with a ludicrous "evil" laugh who talks like Queen Liz)

It might be best if you were thoroughly stoned before embarking on this venture. I am not sure, because I’ve never actually been thoroughly stoned, but I don’t think wine did the job properly.

But nah, man, this experience absolutely MUST be paid forward — how can you go on living a full life knowing that you’ve missed the spectacle of the opening sequence, the strange and majestic slow progression of what is apparently the daddy of the Big Giant Head from 3rd Rock floating through the air over the vasty Scottish plains of the 23rd century, vomiting a rain of shotguns down upon a horde of red-bediapered horsemen just after intoning “The Gun Is Good. The Penis Is Bad” in a voice suspiciously close to James Earl Jones’s (and providing EXAMPLES — and also, later, there are diagrams of the mystery that is erection in 3-D slideshow), then sending them off in a wave of pillage and rapine** through the rolling emerald-green countryside? You CAN’T, that’s what.

Here is the narrator of this tale. Note the jaunty beard drawn on in marker pen.

"I am Arthur Frayn, and I am Zardoz. I have lived three hundred years, and I long to die. But death is no longer possible. I am immortal. I present now my story, full of mystery and intrigue -- rich in irony, and most satirical. It is set deep in a possible future, so none of these events have yet occurred, but they *may.* Be warned, lest you end as I. In this tale, I am a fake god by occupation -- and a magician, by inclination. Merlin is *my* hero! I am the puppet master. I manipulate many of the characters and events you will see. But *I* am invented, too, for your entertainment -- and amusement. And you, poor creatures, who conjured *you* out of the clay? Is God in show business too? "

BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Mine is an evil opening monologue!

Oh and the GREEN BREAD. The stunningly original recurring motif of the green, mass-marketed bread!!

I feel I am not adequately describing this masterpiece to you, and am thus doing you a grave disservice. I apologize.

Surely this MUST rival Manos and the Hands of Fate as an example of sublime mastery of the narrative form? How can this have gone so long unacknowledged? I can only guess that U.S.-centric chauvinism has kept this filmic work from finding similar success amongst the mass audience it deserves.

Sadly the DVD got stuck about halfway through, and it was nearly midnight on a Wednesday anyway, and raining torrentially, so we all effed off home.

Gonna miss this group.

Also gonna need to make a concerted effort to write for the next month even without Sunday-by-midnight deadlines...

Recommencing in January. ^_____^

**All joking aside, that was bloody disturbing. Of course, this was from the director of "Deliverance" and "Excalibur," therefore I should maybe not be surprised at that...
Someone in the cubicle across from me just shouted: "Oh my god, Michael Jackson's dead!!"



(I cannot find this on Google.)

I know he's not exactly the world's most awesome guy by any stretch, and I'm a huge ex-religious nerd-girl who never cared much about his musical impact or anything post-his-adolescence, but talk about an icon.

Well god damn.
Ta-Nehisi Coates: Tell us how you really feel, Rod

"[....A]gain we see a social conservatism that defines itself by a stigma of others, by an insistence that it has monopoly on what it means to be human, that the world would be a better place if we had more Ted Haggards, not less."

(You now need a sign-in sig to post.)


Are you freaking kidding me now?

Palin: "Iraq is a task that is from God"

In an address last June, the Republican vice presidential candidate also urged ministry students to pray for a plan to build a $30 billion natural gas pipeline in the state, calling it "God's will."

AZ OR TAM, I AM COMING TO LIVE WITH YOU. Discuss amongst yourselves; you have one evening to decide.

ETA: Aaaaaaand we have a dark horse tiebreaker! Ladies, Gents, the decision was extremely tough, EXTREMELY tough, but in the end, I have to go with... [ profile] helm. You win, as I've (shamefully!!) never been to your country. *packs bags*
Heh. My friend just sent me this.

> Sarah Michelle Gellar and her hit show Buffy The Vampire Slayer has been
> blamed for over 50,000 women leaving the Christian churches in England.
> Dr. Kristin Aune, from the University of Derby has said young women are not
> going to church because they “link it with traditional values” and they are
> into witch craft because of the show.
> She says, “In short, women are abandoning the church. Because of its focus
> on female empowerment, young women are attracted by Wicca, popularised by
> the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Young women tend to express
> egalitarian values and dislike the traditionalism and hierarchies they
> imagine are integral to the church.”
> She also believes that women feel the church denies their sexual desires and
> that work/family lives are also the reason.
> Aune got the numbers from the English Church Census while researching for
> her new book “Women and Religion in the West”

It is simply ASTOUNDING the lengths people will go to to find a single, controllable culprit for any societal trend.

Nothing about how more and more women are financially independent than ever before, which lends itself to seeking other forms of independence. Or maybe that the scientific mindset nudges people away from looking for arbitrary supernatural authority. Or reproductive freedom. Or the fact that marriage (or more and more commonly partnership) is optional and love-based instead of financially and socially necessary (for the safety net of heirs and of stable and/or influential in-laws), which makes far more people of either (any?) gender more willing to go it alone and less willing to be told what to do...

No, it's gotta be BUFFY. Get rid of that and everything will revert to the wholesome (and wholly fictional) purity and awesomeness of 1912.

(What? That's what *I* saw sending people over to Wicca and pseudoWicca back in the 90s, when mentioning Buffy love would still get you laughed at.)



December 2013

151617181920 21


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 25th, 2017 03:14 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios