Archive for December, 2011

BOOK: Charity Girl by Michael Lowenthal (2007)

December 15, 2011

Here’s something from United States history I had never heard before: during World War I, the U.S. government arrested over 20,000 women suspected of spreading STDs to American soldiers. Of those arrested, over 13,000 tested positive and were held against their will for months at a time. They were not allowed to contact their families — not even to let their mothers know they were still alive. To friends and family left behind, they had simply vanished into thin air.

Even worse, they were threatened with legal action, but never actually given lawyers or taken before a judge. Instead, for months or even years, they were subjected to brutal and humiliating medical treatments, as well as the open disdain of many of the men and women put in charge of “helping” them. Though many of the women held contracted their STDs from the very soldiers they themselves were accused of infecting, the men suffered no sanctions whatsoever — it was always assumed the women were to blame. Arrested on dubious charges (in some cases, women were picked up and carted off merely for wearing a dress someone found too “provocative” in an area where there happened to be soldiers stationed), held without legal proceedings, and subjected to humiliation-based abuse — gee, sounds kind of familiar, doesn’t it?

And it is that undercurrent of modern-day relevancy that makes this novel all the more compelling. It tells the fictional-but-based-on-fact story of a young woman, 17 year-old Frieda, who ran away from home after her oppressive mother attempted to marry her off to a man twice her age. Frieda hits the big city and quickly gets a job at a local department store, wrapping parcels for customers of the ladies undergarments section. Many of the women Frieda meets and befriends are what were called “charity girls” at the time. Young and often more than a bit naive, charity girls would trade their attentions and affections to men for gifts or entrance fees to local dances. They weren’t prostitutes, exactly — not promising sex for money, but instead offered their company and perhaps a kiss or quick feeling-up for jewelry, meals, or evenings out. In war-time, poverty was fierce, and these young girls just wanted to be able to continue to enjoy some of the niceties of life.  It seemed, to them, a small price to pay for some happiness.  Though Frieda isn’t quite a charity girl herself as the story opens, she’s begun flirting with it, and when she meets a charming young soldier named Felix, it doesn’t end up taking much for him to successfully seduce her.

Felix disappears, and a few weeks later, Frieda is greeted at work by a stern woman who tells her Felix has tested positive for an STD and the government knows Frieda is to blame for it. She threatens Frieda, but doesn’t end up taking her away — not yet. Nevertheless, Frieda’s boss knows who the woman is and what she does, and he wastes no time in firing Frieda, leaving her starving and penniless within a few short weeks. Desperate, Frieda scrapes together enough money for a train ticket, and heads off in search of Felix, who has written her promising to help if he can.

On her way to the base, though, Frieda is tricked into trusting another young soldier who claims to know Felix and offers to take her to him. Instead, he forces her into an abandoned building and attempts to rape her. Just as she has finished fighting him off, however, she is grabbed by another man who is convinced she’s there to prostitute herself to the first soldier she lays eyes on. He takes her to an old brothel that has been converted into one of the aforementioned detention centers for STD-positive women. And so her months of agony begin.

This is a truly shocking tale, made all the more horrific not only by the fact this actually happened, but by the fact most of us, I’d wager, are completely UNAWARE this ever happened. And while I will say I didn’t think this novel was particularly well-written, nor did I find the characters terribly three-dimensional, the content of the story itself is what makes it a book not to be missed. Stick this one on your list, everyone. You should know about this. Recommended!

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MOVIE: Shame (2011)

December 13, 2011

Stunning.

Flawed.

And that’s about all I can really say about this film.  Anything else would be too much.  For me, I mean.  To say.  To think.  To feel.  To write.  To share.  It is hard and heart-breaking, and also in desperate need of tighter editing.  Fassbender is brilliant.  Mulligan is me at 19, possibly for similar (though not identical) reasons.  And I hope I never, ever see this movie again.

That’s all I’ve got.

Oh, except for this:  this film is rated NC-17 and we were carded THREE TIMES going in (ticket counter, ticket taker, bouncer at entrance to theater itself).  Why?  The sex is not explicit, and the full-frontal nudity is not gratuitous.  Grow up, MPAA.

[Prequeue at Netflix | View trailer]

Genre:  Agony
Cast:  Michael Fassbender, Carey Mulligan, James Badge Dale, Nicole Beharie, Hannah Ware

MOVIE: A Very Harold & Kumar Christmas (2011)

December 12, 2011

I’d never seen a whole Harold and Kumar movie until this one, but had seen enough pieces here and there to suspect I might have a good time.  And, as it turned out, though I didn’t run right home to rent the other two after seeing this one, I definitely got some solid laughs out of it.  In large part, I suspect, because I saw it with two incredibly sarcastic friends who delightfully refuse to take life too seriously.

The plot isn’t important here, but in a nutshell, Harold is about to get married and is no longer friends with his lazy, slovenly, going-nowhere pal Kumar.  When Kumar gets a gift addressed to Harold, though, he decides it’s time to visit his old pal’s new house and maybe say hello.

Of course, everything goes disastrously wrong, and when a series of events result in Harold’s father-in-law-to-be’s special home-grown Christmas tree going up in (pot) smoke, the two old friends find themselves on a midnight quest for a replacement that leads them through a variety of ridiculous situations and features a running gag about a baby who keeps accidentally getting high.  (We’re all going to hell, my friend commented, as the baby inhaled a bunch of cocaine and we laughed like crazy people.  Totally worth it, I replied.)

This is the first 3D film I’ve seen since Avatar where I felt like the 3D effects were fascinating and fun instead of merely intrusive, and here it’s largely because the 3D is used as a dumb gimmick on purpose.  Be prepared for oodles of marijuana smoke to come floating up so close to your face you can almost smell it (um, not that I’d know what it smells like, of course — hi, Mom!).  That, plus lots of other incredibly silly gags made this movie exactly what it needed to be:  an entertaining, brainless romp, with a smart and endearing edge (I say endearing because I went in not knowing Harold or Kumar, and left with a fondness for them that was almost sisterly in nature — good guys, those two.  Not what I was expecting, to be honest).

As funny Christmas movies go, you could do a lot worse.  I did get tired of a few of the gags by the end (endless rounds of ethnic jokes get old after a while for me, I confess), but it’s definitely worth a gander if you’re a fan of the other flicks in the series, or if you just feel like seeing something completely stupid this December.

[Prequeue at Netflix | View trailer]

Genre: Comedy
Cast:  John Cho, Kal Penn, Neil Patrick Harris, Amir Blumenfeld, Paula Garcés,Danny Trejo, David Krumholtz, Eddie Kaye Thomas, Patton Oswalt, Elias Koteas

Harry Morgan, 1915-2011

December 8, 2011

The man meant a lot to me, and that’s all I’m gonna say.  More photos from his incredible career in TV and film:  http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-harry-morgan-obit-pictures,0,4114334.photogallery.

Never got around to making him a Boyfriend of the Week; wish I had.  Rest in peace, Col. Potter.  Don’t ever die, Dad.

MOVIE: Tabloid (2011)

December 1, 2011

This documentary is about a beauty queen, a pudgy Mormon, a kidnapping-slash-sex-scandal, and dog cloning.  Yep!  It’s an Errol Morris film, all right!

In 1977, Joyce McKinney, former beauty queen, was the subject of the infamous “Case of the Manacled Mormon,” a “sex in chains” scandal that took place in the UK and ended up being major tabloid fodder both there and in the US.  Through interviews with McKinney, a reporter who covered the story, and one of her accomplices, Morris tells us the truly mesmerizing story of a love-struck young woman who fell head-over-heels with a pasty, chubby Mormon gent named Kirk, and went to extremes (putting it lightly!) to get him back when he moved to England for a religious mission.

Convinced he’d been kidnapped by the Mormon church and was being brainwashed, or so she claims, Joyce enlisted the help of her best friend (a guy who was clearly infatuated with her), a bodyguard, and an airplane pilot, flew to England, and kidnapped Kirk at gunpoint.  She then chained him to a bed in a cottage in the countryside and spent three days having sex with him. “Just like a honeymoon,” she tell us with a blush and a tee-hee.

When caught, Joyce claimed the sex was consensual and that Kirk had fled the Mormon church willingly.  He claimed she kidnapped him and sexually assaulted him repeatedly.  SHE claimed he was only saying that because he was afraid the Mormons would excommunicate him for having premarital sex and then he wouldn’t get to be a god when he died (good lord, Mormons believe wonky things — though, of course, no wonkier than the things other religious people believe, I suppose).  HE claimed she was a crazy stalker who needed to be put in jail.

As the story unfolded, the tabloids latched onto Joyce and wouldn’t let her go.  They began tracking down information about her past, most of which was related to her pornographic photo career, and, according to McKinney, slandered her incessantly in the papers.  Eventually, the UK declined to extradite her for charges, and she was essentially set free.

And then there was that whole thing with her cloned dog Booger. . .  But, well, I’ll let you discover that bit for yourselves.

This film has Errol Morris written all over it, so to speak — his distinctive storytelling style adds a layer of ridiculousness and charm to the entire yarn, which is maybe a little unsettling since, if Kirk’s story is the truth, he was the victim of an utterly horrific crime.  But even while Morris is goofing around, he’s also being an extremely savvy documentarian.  Both sides of the story are presented with equal weight, leaving the viewer completely unsure of the truth.  There was no trial, there’s no real “evidence” Joyce is lying, and so Morris presents the tale with no real point of view.  I had no idea what he thought — he seemed to be merely telling, not judging.  And that, too, is one of Morris’s sneaky, brilliant talents (remember Gates of Heaven?  Same kinda thing.)

McKinney herself is beyond charming, and though her charisma is tinged with an edge of lunacy, she’s still somehow absolutely loveable.  By the end, I was pretty convinced she could’ve committed the crime as accused, but have been completely unaware of the reality of what she was doing.  That is, she’s just bonkers and naive enough to have convinced herself Kirk really loved her and that even though she had to chain him up to keep him there, he was totally into it.

Then again, she’s also just bonkers and naive enough for her version to have been the utter truth.  OR, she’s an incredibly practiced and talented liar.  WHO KNOWS?

Plus, DOG CLONING!  Oh, Errol.  I love you so.

This is a highly engaging, incredibly creative film, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.  I’m really looking forward to watching it again soon, and can’t wait for Morris’s next film, whatever it might be!

[Buy/Rent at Amazon (not available at Netflix: weird!)]

Genre: Documentary
Director:  Errol Morris


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