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Dec. 17th, 2011 12:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nonionayIn other news, last night was movie night at Keffy's.
First off: Mad Max. Keffy was frankly surprised at the fact that with all the leather-clad men, the movie wasn't a gay cult classic. I pointed out that it was made in a time when most people didn't realize that a bald, mustachioed man wearing nothing but leather pants and a scarf while chomping on a huge cigar and watering flowers was in fact, one of the gayest things out there. Plus, it mostly negative towards gays, despite the awesome, flower-watering police chief and his leather-clad teammates. From a social commentary perspective, it's an incredibly fascinating watch. (And there's, you know, awesome car chases and lots and lots of style and leather.)
A lot of commentary I've seen focuses on the misogyny, and well...I've seen worse. There are three women of consequence in the movie, one is purely a victim, and I don't think gets any lines other than whimpering. One is Max's wife, who, while victimized, doesn't do much of the stupid crap that most screenwriters like to make their female characters do in order to get them stuffed into a refrigerator and was able to stand up for herself without her man nearby. The third is a kickass little old lady who's a fair amount more competent than the men around her. Considering how damned manly this film is, I'm surprised it actually passes the Bechtel test!
Okay, after Mad Max, we felt bold and put on the Super Mario Super Show. One episode was far more than I could stomach. Truly, it is glorious in its awfulness. It's like the producers knew they had a built-in fan base, so they simply kept production costs as cheap as possible (The copious amounts of cheaply animated creamy white tears and saliva are disturbing beyond words.) and then threw in as many things as they thought kids would like. (How about rap? Kids are all over rap these days!")
Here it is, courtesy Youtube. If nothing else, watch the opening. You haven't lived until you've seen two badly green-screened Brooklyn-Italian stereotypes rapping to old 8-bit video game tunes.
First off: Mad Max. Keffy was frankly surprised at the fact that with all the leather-clad men, the movie wasn't a gay cult classic. I pointed out that it was made in a time when most people didn't realize that a bald, mustachioed man wearing nothing but leather pants and a scarf while chomping on a huge cigar and watering flowers was in fact, one of the gayest things out there. Plus, it mostly negative towards gays, despite the awesome, flower-watering police chief and his leather-clad teammates. From a social commentary perspective, it's an incredibly fascinating watch. (And there's, you know, awesome car chases and lots and lots of style and leather.)
A lot of commentary I've seen focuses on the misogyny, and well...I've seen worse. There are three women of consequence in the movie, one is purely a victim, and I don't think gets any lines other than whimpering. One is Max's wife, who, while victimized, doesn't do much of the stupid crap that most screenwriters like to make their female characters do in order to get them stuffed into a refrigerator and was able to stand up for herself without her man nearby. The third is a kickass little old lady who's a fair amount more competent than the men around her. Considering how damned manly this film is, I'm surprised it actually passes the Bechtel test!
Okay, after Mad Max, we felt bold and put on the Super Mario Super Show. One episode was far more than I could stomach. Truly, it is glorious in its awfulness. It's like the producers knew they had a built-in fan base, so they simply kept production costs as cheap as possible (The copious amounts of cheaply animated creamy white tears and saliva are disturbing beyond words.) and then threw in as many things as they thought kids would like. (How about rap? Kids are all over rap these days!")
Here it is, courtesy Youtube. If nothing else, watch the opening. You haven't lived until you've seen two badly green-screened Brooklyn-Italian stereotypes rapping to old 8-bit video game tunes.
