Men Who Hate Women

[littlegirltoast]

I just spent a lovely week rehearsing, touring, and performing with great friends new and old. I came home with a glow I haven't felt in ages, a general happy haze wafting out from inside and getting into everything. Just about the opposite of what whatever's inside me usually does to things... instead of less able to handle things, I was more

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[loolica]

Oh, I already said what I thought on your Facebook page. I saw it at the VIFF in 93 and there was SO MUCH BUZZ. I'd loved loved loved The Player, and was so psyched to see it.

I can't really separate my feelings about the movie from the experience of seeing it in a packed, 800 seat theatre filled with film geeks. People laughed, uproariously, through the entire thing. I kind of collapse my experience of seeing this and Happiness--years later, same festival, same venue. I think it was during an awful scene in Happiness where my friend Marilyn and I looked at each other in absolute horror while everyone else seemed to be laughing hysterically.

Both of them, when they were over, I couldn't decide if I hated the movie or just... people.

[grammardog]

The day I watched Happiness is basically my only regret in life.

[littlegirltoast]

I found out earlier this morning that there's a sequel about to hit (or just having hit?) theatres. Words cannot express the intensity of my impending absence from those theatres.

[loolica]

Good life! Bad movie!

[grammardog]

Here's one review that seems to agree with you.

I saw this movie years ago, but remember almost nothing about it. I don't recall it having a profound effect on me one way or another, though.

[littlegirltoast]

Oh yes, I did see that one last night... it was slightly comforting.

[loolica]

I will say, though, that I remember distinctly thinking that having Moore play that scene naked from the waist down was fucking brilliant. I was still on board at that point.

[lection]

I don't even like reading Raymond Carver, which makes a lot of people go "What?? But he's brilliant!" (a point which I am not necessarily disagreeing with.) I don't know that I've ever pinpointed it as misogyny, but I know that reading him makes me feel horrible, so I avoid it. Simple.

Not that there's no value in digesting art that makes you uncomfortable, of course. Like Requiem for a Dream, like you mentioned--that fucking destroyed me, but I am glad that I saw it. Carver just kind of makes me hate things.

I haven't seen the movie, and likely will not.

Yay for touring and friends and feeling good. :)

[littlegirltoast]

I am totally with you on all points.

[keyframe]

I can't imagine sitting all the way through a movie I wasn't enjoying. I have no qualms about telling my date where I'll meet them after it ends & walking out.

[figure__it__out]

Sounds like someone needs a hug-high five combo.
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