American Gods
Emily
Browning was naked throughout the episode. Dead,
but talking, and naked.
Weird show. I read the novel, so I knew it
would be weird, but the scriptwriters for the series
have doubled down on the crazy.
In our various discussions over
the years, we have established an objective
chick-flick measurement from the demographic
breakdowns at IMDb. We subtract the male score
from the female score, and a chick-flick is one in
which the average score awarded by females is
significantly higher than the score awarded by
males. The all-time estrogen champion is probably
Dirty Dancing, with 1.3, and that movie has such
mystical power that many women will perform oral
sex for hours on a man merely because he is
willing to acknowledge (insincerely of course, but
don't tell any women) that Dirty Dancing doesn't
totally suck. So 1.3 is a massive difference, and
even .5 is highly significant. One half of a point
may not sound like much, but even at that modest
level of female skew, films exhibit some serious
estrogen levels, as evidenced by the fact that
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants scores only .7,
and you probably can't imagine any guy liking
that.
Wide Sargasso Sea scores .6, almost at the
Traveling Pants level.
How could it be otherwise? It is a prequel to Jane
Eyre, which is the Dirty Dancing of novels. Wide
Sargasso Sea reveals the story formerly left
unrevealed by Charlotte Bronte in Jane Eyre: the
details of the first marriage of the dark,
mysterious Mr. Rochester to a woman in the
Caribbean who eventually became the madwoman in
his attic in England. Jean Rhys wrote this
prequel, and she was supremely qualified, not only
because of her literary ability, but also because
she grew up in the Caribbean island of Dominica,
knew the setting, and understood the relationships
between the races on those islands, having often
been the only white child in a playground filled
with dark faces. Fulfilling the expectations of a
good ersatz 19th century romantic novel set in the
Caribbean (Caribbean Gothic?), it includes plenty
of obeah magic and colorful patois, as well as a
variety of characters who are mad, drunk, horny,
racist, corrupt, or any combination thereof.
Ms Rhys is a bit of a romantic mystery herself.
She published a few respected but obscure novels
and short stories in the late 1920s and 1930's,
when she was already in her forties, then
disappeared from view for twenty years, until the
BBC dramatized one of her works as a radio play in
1958. The popularity of the show sparked a renewed
interest in her writing, so she sat down and
worked for eight years on a new novel, which was
Wide Sargasso Sea. This story was finally
published in 1966, at which point she hadn't
published anything meaningful in a quarter of a
century and was almost as old as the universe
itself. (She was 76, to be slightly more precise.)
I haven't read the book, but
found the whole movie pointless and predictable
and as boring as all get-out. Beautiful Karina
Lombard couldn't act her way out of a Keanu Reeves
lunchbox. She would be sorely tested to play the
part of Karina Lombard in her own biopic, but her
limited abilities were tested far beyond the edge
of the envelope when she was cast as a
Welsh/Irish/French woman, despite the fact that
her ancestors seem to have been Native Americans,
Southeast Asians, or Pacific Islanders, and she
speaks with an indeterminate accent. I kept
expecting the scriptwriter to work that into the
plot somewhere, perhaps in the revelation of some
family secret. At the very least, I expected
somebody else in the cast to ask why that pretty
Cambodian or Sioux woman was claiming to be Welsh.
Nothing like that ever happened. They just ignored
it. An odd touch.
It's a business-as-usual movie about dudes with
loose blouses, but there is some good news for us
guys:
* You don't have to go back and read
or re-read Jane Eyre. This story stands alone.
That's a big plus. Scientific studies have shown
that most men would willingly give up a wild
threesome with Kelly LeBrock and Jessica Alba if
they can just avoid reading Jane Eyre.
* There's sex, nudity, and then more sex and
nudity, all directed by John Duigan, a celebrity
nudity hall-of-famer. Duigan is the same guy who
directed Sirens, the Citizen Kane of celebrity
nudity. His Sirens cinematographer, Geoff
Burton, also collaborated on Wide Sargasso Sea.
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