Showing posts with label Jodie Foster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jodie Foster. Show all posts

Monday, July 28, 2008

NOT WITHOUT MY DAUGHTER

What's wrong with Jodie Foster these days? Okay, we know she has strict requirements for her roles-- 1. no husband or boyfriend; 2. she, or her daughter is victimized, and; 3. she spends most of the movie in a tight close-up looking tensely off screen. Just saw "Flight Plan." Jesus Christ, can her jaw get any tighter? Bitch must've worn her teeth down to kernals.

In the "extras" afterwards, the producer said he wanted Jodie because the audience instantly feels sympathetic to her. ???? Jesus Christ, I feel more sympathetic to the goddam bluescreen. I think they must have filmed Jodie talking to the air, then added the girl on the bluescreen afterwards, there's so little warmth or connection between them. Bitch is becoming a robot.

Friday, June 20, 2008

"WE'RE HERE, WE'RE QUEER, WE'RE COMING AFTER YOU!"


Thank god Hollywood-- or at least Hollywood UK-- has been released from the stranglehold those gay activists initiated after "Silence of the Lambs" and "Basic Instinct," because now we're back to fun killer Lesbian movies like "Notes on a Scandal." I watched this on my BetaMax last night, and suggest the lezzie girls might want to watch it on their VaginaMax, just to get the added girl-on-girl sex scenes missing from my copy.

What did the protests accomplish? Remember "we're here, we're queer, and so are some of you"? It only took Jodie Foster 16 years to actually come out-- sort of-- just in time to dump her butchy galpal. John Travolta and Tom Cruise subsumed themselves even further into Scientology, where they can privately jerk each other off with their E-meters. Jonathan Demme made his drippy apologia movie, "Philadelphia," and his career swiftly tanked. Only Paul Verhoeven had the courage to press on and make "Showgirls," staying true to his art even if it made Hollywood spurn him. Except for the insipid "Hollow Man," every Verhoeven movie since has been fantastic. I love me some "Black Book"! Hollywood's loss.

The greatest effect was the removal of the "gay monster" from mainstream movies, and Hollywood thrillers have suffered ever since. Think about it-- only someone as old as (Damn!) Judy Dench would still be wracked with enough guilt to not let her love speaks its name. Kids these days are raised on "Will & Grace," so the idea that gay=monster is disappearing-- we're looking at a closing window here, people! Then again, I look forward to the plethora of vampire fag hags and monstrous helium-voiced kewpies based on Grace and Karen to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting gays in the thrillers of the coming decades.

Besides, hasn't this been a year of shattered glass ceilings? If a woman can feasibly become President, it makes sense that a Lesbian can be a psychopath, right? They're not a black man or a woman running for president, but people running for president, and (Damn!) Judi Dench isn't a Lesbian psychopath, she's just a psychopath. But let's see more of these movies while the idea of a Lesbian as a monster is still in the public consciousness, okay? Because, as we know, it's always more fun to play the monster.

photo courtesy Giles Keyte/Fox Searchlight

Thursday, June 19, 2008

STRESSFUL FONDLING PRIVILEGES


The possibility of losing a life of leisure is stressful indeed. John Hinckley, narcissistic lover of Jodi Foster and shooter of Ronald Reagan and reader of J.D. Salinger, wants more outside time out of St. Elizabeth's Hospital, a mental facility he's been in for 25 years. And he's a danger because--

Prosecutors noted that as a result of Hinckley's "reemergent narcissism," he "believes himself entitled to a life of leisure and shows significant signs of stress when he is not given his way."

So? I don't get it. Isn't that true for all ex-Salinger readers? Including me; but unlike me, he also juggles sexual relationships, maintains "fondling privileges" with one paramour.

If he ever gets out, I know I great bar where he can drink and feel right at home. It's right by my house. Fondling privileges to be determined.

[Thanks to The Smoking Gun]