Category Archives: Film
Etter en sommer hvor jeg har vært offline, bokstavlig talt, er det dags for å begynne igjen med alle former av sosiale medier. Og da passer vel da bedre enn trailers til The Twit Network og The Video Website, aner jeg ironi og sarkasme…
One of the more underrated shows on TV is the Swedish program Kobra. This is a very good piece on how Swedes looks at Norwegians and some differents perspectives from a cultural point of view. Just click in the link and just enjoy! And by the way, check out the brilliant feature about MadMen when you’re at it.
It’s actually a step forward, how could ever think else…. nice one by adding the side characters
Don’t miss the first ever HD episode of The Simpsons, this Sunday only on FOX!
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I’m at the INMA conference in Berlin, discussing and learning about more of all possibilities in digital media. The program is really good and the day has been a pleasure so far.
Good speakers, good interaction and a lot of debates. I presume the evening will continue in the same way. Tomorrow, it’s time for some more leaning about Berlin!
Couldn’t resist it, but the trailer for Dolph Lundgrens forthcoming movie is really something..or… check it out, it’s some kinda’ classic, I dunno’ yet which one…
Here we go –
I saw a preview of it last night in Oslo, I prefer the big screen instead of a computer… and I haven’t decided yet what to think, except one thing, it’s half an hour too long. Too many walks round corners from Laura Dern, which is absolutely brilliant in the leading role. And as always, fantastic music/sounds which helps to create the confusion of the content of the film. But to quote Mr. Lynch himself: “This film makes perfect sense – to me!”
I know I know, capital letters is shouting – but Mr David Lynch insists to write the title that you. For the ones of you who doesn’t know – INLAND EMPIRE is the new film by my favourite director! And since the reviews is diverted, as always, I’m really looking forward to it. The italian trailer from the Venice Film Fesival is really cool, have a peak. Premiere here in Scandinavia during spring.
Oh, what’s it all about, well, hard to say – but it does seem to have some similarities with Hollywood, film productions, hallucinations and rabbits – classic Lynch in other words!
Looking forward to it!
I knew it — after having watched the marauding media pirates of cable news cruise the high-seas of Anna Nicole Smith’s death last night, I should have avoided this morning’s newspaper coverage. But, smack-dab on the front page of the San Francisco Chronicle was a tribute to Smith with this sub-head: “To many women her age, it’s like losing a girlfriend.” Huh? What?
All too generously, I thought: “Perhaps I’m just totally out of touch with the psyche of your average woman in her thirties.” But, the entire piece quotes — count ‘em — two women, neither of whom seem to have any feelings of sisterhood toward Smith. One of the women guiltily admits that she has a better recollection of when Smith wed 89-year-old oil tycoon Howard Marshall II than high school calculus. The other actually says, “I don’t even know that much about her.”
Yet, curiously, author C.W. Nevius declares: “Text messages flew among the thirtysomethings, and girlfriends called each other to ask if they’d heard the news. While men tended to wonder what the surprise was — hadn’t she been on a one-way trip to oblivion for years? — women seemed to regard her as that tragic girlfriend they all knew.” He later projects, “When her 20-year-old son, Daniel, died unexpectedly in September, just three days after the birth of her daughter, women found it sad and tragic.” I apologize in advance for this obvious and unavoidable retort, but “sad and tragic” is attributing to the opposite gender a shared experience across an entire generation without any substantiation.
With that out of the way, on to another surprise — this one fairly pleasant — in the reporting on Smith’s death. Preferable, at least, to an interview with a long-lost relative or kinda-sorta friend — Smith was compared in today’s Washington Post to the courtesans immortalized in the work of Caravaggio and Proust. As opposed to a slab of scandal served up raw, Philip Kennicott’s article swings toward the opposite pole of overcooked philosophizing. But, he makes an interesting argument: “poor Anna” was hated because she was “a living reminder of an economy of sexual exchange that we like to pretend doesn’t exist.”
When that sexual economy is laid plain, making marriage appear — at varying levels — an institution of commerce and convenience, “intimacy is shadowed with doubt.” Smith tapped into male insecurity, Kennicott argues, by, it seemed to most, marrying for money (big, big money). “For centuries, there have been men who have wondered why women really love them,” he writes. “That the real sexual allure of men may not be their good looks, their masculinity or their charm, but rather their power and position, can make men wonder whether they are loved for themselves or for something external and unrelated.” That fear inspired innumerous Anna Nicole cracks on late-night talk shows, Kennicott says. “[T]hey were laughing at her, of course, but also at men who were foolish enough to marry women like her,” he writes.
Kennicott mentions the idea of marriage as an institution addressing women’s need for safety and men’s for opportunity and hints that Smith faced scorn as a result of more than just male insecurity. He safely distances himself from this essentialist concept of male-female relations by terming it the thinking in “conservative quarters.” Using Newt Gingrich’s charming comparison of men to “little piglets,” he suggests that “the woman who is hard-nosed in her pursuit of the biggest little piglet she can find becomes an object of scorn.” The implication is that Smith was sneered at because she made both men and women aware of their underlying biological drive, which is at odds with their preferred vision of self.
There’s extreme cultural anxiety over women who traffic in sex, period — whether they’re prostitutes, strippers, trophy wives or gold diggers. Part of that anxiety is driven by the ease with which intimacy and attraction can be feigned, sure. But there’s also an anxiety that stretches clear across the gender divide. What about women who choose against selling their sexual goods — whether for instant riches or a career? They might harbor a certain level of resentment or jealousy toward a woman who does. As much as some men may feel anxiety about their ability to attract women without the allures of money or power, women can also feel anxiety about their ability to achieve [fill in the blank] without employing their sexual wiles.
File this under sad but true: it seems watching someone like Smith self-destruct on the public stage is akin to a shot of Novocain to the overly-anxious ego