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On/Scenity via BPA (ft. David Byrne & Dizzee Rascal)

Posted in Uncategorized by Joie on June 12, 2008

Film theorist Linda Williams discussing the performative realism of Catherine Breillat’s Fat Girl in her talk, Hardcore Art Film: The Contemporary Realm of the Senses at last year’s Obscenity Conference in U. of Iowa.

Listen to the lecture and categorize the nature of this music video (with a nod to 70s porn nonetheless). Consider that the heavyweights of dance, hip-hop and pop collaborated on a joint effort to titillate us with censored genitals and uncensored bodily movements. Maybe sex is dirty for those with the dirty minds. Or maybe there is an “in-between.”

Simulated sex: Great care is taken to avoid the display of sexual organs

or

Unstimulated sex: Male and Female organs are on aggressive displays

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Inside the Actor’s (Portrait) Studio

Posted in Uncategorized by Joie on June 12, 2008

VARIABLE: Take a random sample of older actresses from the top of my head (current and former A-listers) courtesy of IMDB’s exclusive profile pictures, the ones that you usually see attached to their names:

(Set A: win $100 for each correct guess)

CONTROL: Budding bossom buddies (not a promo for Sisterhood of Travelling Pants 2):

(Set B: America Ferrera, Alexis Biedel, Blake Lively, Amber Tamblyn)

OBSERVATIONS:

  1. Not sure if IMDB is trying to KEEP IT REAL, or tone down the artificial glamour of our popular muses , but the quality for set A screams out either the 90s, outdated camera phone or fresh off Perez Hilton, unflattering and downright plain jane. You can attract Joe Schmo AND Jerry Bruckheimer. Good luck!
  2. While it requires little mental acuity to separate the younger thespians from the mature clique by professional headshots alone, for the computer obsessed generation, logging in is only a password away. Those who tend their reflections versus those who let others tend it for them. The real enigma still remains: who are these nameless managers of celebrity idolatry? Or, if I was Cate Blanchett, is that what I want my kids to point at and say, “She’s my mummy.”
  3. All the portraitures lack any labels of when and where. Just a cascade of question markers to tease our ignorance of important cultural memory.
  4. If the IMDB gods are reading this, please keep everything as it is, I love to remember Angelina before Brangelina.

RESULTS WERE INCONCLUSIVE: Repeat the experiment with male actors.