I worship Keaton and can't wait to hear Hec's story.
It's not so much a story as a little observation (not mine), but it relates to...
Did anyone else see College on TCM's Silent Sundays last week?
The premise of the movie is that Buster's character is a nerdly bookworm who takes up college sports. This premise is almost entirely undone by the fact that when you see Buster in his shorts and tank top he's fucking ripped. He was in unbelievable shape. It's sort of like the way you keep looking at Angela Basset's arms in
What's Love Got To Do With It
and wondering why she doesn't beat Ike Turner to the ground.
Raising Arizona
doesn't even make my Coen Brothers list. I much prefer
Barton Fink, Miller's Crossing, Fargo,
and
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
It's sort of like the way you keep looking at Angela Basset's arms in What's Love Got To Do With It and wondering why she doesn't beat Ike Turner to the ground.
Ouch. Way to not get abusive relationships.
Ouch. Way to not get abusive relationships.
C'mon, I'm talking about the meta of the actress not the character.
Where do you stop the meta? I mean, I might wonder why Angela Bassett would let Laurence Fishburne beat the crap out of her...but she didn't. It wouldn't occur to me to wonder why a muscular woman would let her husband beat her. I can't yank halfway out of the picture like you did, because just starting to makes the fiction fall apart.
What stood out about Angela Bassett's arms in that film is that they were very anachronistic to the time period of the film--women just didn't bulk up like that back then.
Oh, in completely other movie news, I found out yesterday that if you have Comcast OnDemand, you can watch the film Black Sheep (for a few dollars) on TV already! It's in the IFC-On-Demand section.
Where do you stop the meta? I mean, I might wonder why Angela Bassett would let Laurence Fishburne beat the crap out of her...but she didn't. It wouldn't occur to me to wonder why a muscular woman would let her husband beat her. I can't yank halfway out of the picture like you did, because just starting to makes the fiction fall apart.
All I'm talking about is the physicality of the actor undermining a core element of the narrative. For one thing...
What stood out about Angela Bassett's arms in that film is that they were very anachronistic to the time period of the film--women just didn't bulk up like that back then.
It was simply distracting. You're right that physical strength doesn't preclude an abusive relationship, but while Tina was always in great dancer's shape, she was never buff the way Angela was.
In a way it's like the disconnect that happens (fairly often in Hollywood) when an actor is too attractive for a character who depends on looking ordinary for the narrative. (Out of billions of examples, I'll always be particularly boggled by Michelle Pfeiffer in Frankie and Johnny. A role originated on stage by Kathy Bates). But in some ways it's even more distracting when the physicality of the actor overpowers the role. I think you register it subconsciously and it plays agains the narrative.
the physicality of the actor undermining a core element of the narrative
But what does her buffness have to do with being abused? How does it undermine that particular element of the narrative?
The anachronism I totally dig. But it has nothing to do with the abuse for me. She could have been playing almost any (non-Wilma Rudolph) woman of the period and I'd have wrinkled my nose.
I was completely distracted by Renee Z.'s musculature in Chicago (when I wasn't being annoyed by her crinkly face). Jazz babies simply weren't that ripped.
Angela's arms were anachronistic, but they didn't bother me. Neither did Michelle in Frankie & Johnny. I think both times, the actor managed to convey the pathos of the character, and that overrode any concerns I had about their appearance. Kind of like hair - a lot of times, people will be wearing hair that's mildly anachronistic for the period. It depends on how well they sell it.
