Our poet friend Mark Bibbins is the author of “The Dance of No Hard Feelings”, a prof in the graduate writing programs at The New School and Columbia, and the poetry editor of The Awl (“Be Less Stupid”), where he features one or two pieces by a poet each week. His latest selection — “Romeo + Juliet Poem” by Krystal Languell, who’s on the board of the Belladonna* Collaborative — really caught our attention: It’s fun, sexy, visceral (see excerpt below). Since our enjoyment of good poetry usually involves quoting THE PRINCESS BRIDE (“No more rhymes now, I mean it.” “Anybody want a peanut?”), we asked Mark to give us some insight into this particular poem.
To follow up on our Vaginagate roundup post from yesterday, now that the trending on Twitter had died down, here are our top 30 picks for best #vaginamovielines Tweets of the past week, so you can avoid scrolling through the endless stream of mediocrity and get straight to the good stuff:
Spider-who? Bat-who? Bourne-who? Forget the summer action blockbusters. This season we’re much more interested in the softer, sassier, saucier flicks. Instead of aliens, action and adventure, sex, love, family and friendship are the big themes with these movies. Women make up a majority of the lead roles (for a change). Most are indie. And for some reason they all come out this month. Guess it makes sense to get your summer love on early.
Theresa Shecter and the gals at Trixie Films are making a documentary called “How to Lose Your Virginity” — it’s goal is “to undo centuries of myths and contradictions around virginity, and to encourage an honest conversation with people navigating the confusing process of deciding when and why to become sexual.” Its subjects include a rock violinist, an Ivy League blogger, an Ohio engineer, a porn producer — all subverting the virginity narrative.
Tickets go on sale today for Morgan Spurlock’s new documentary, MANSOME, as part of the 2012 Tribeca Film Festival — but only for American Express cardholders (Amex is a founding sponsor of the festival). The rest of you plebes can order tickets next Monday for the screenings which start on Saturday, April 21st and run through the following week. Then the film hits the rest of New York and also Los Angeles on May 18th.
The world of film is changing. For one thing, there’s not much actual film anymore. The future is digital; more and more, it’s streaming on our computers, too. Every week in Watch This Now, we survey the landscape of online movies to bring you a snapshot of what’s available. This week, the end is nigh — whatever nigh means — as we watch some end-of-the-world movies.
The world is coming to an end. Not in a vague, one-of-the-days sort of way; this is definitive and precise and all too soon. What do you do? The possibility of the end of the world looms over many science-fiction films; the aftermath of the end of the world is the focus of even more. But a smaller and more thoughtful subset approach the apocalypse from this unusual angle. The only race against time in movies like these has nothing to do with blowing up asteroids or defusing a doomsday bomb; it’s just that all too familiar urge to do all the things you’ve ever wanted to do before it’s all over. So what would you do if the end was coming? Personally, I’d make some reservations at Per Se before they all get snatched up.
“How come there are so many movies about a teenage boy who wants to have sex and this is the only one about a teenage girl who wants to have sex?” Thank you! We’ve been wondering all our lives where decent depictions of young female sexuality have been. Apparently in Norway. We haven’t seen it yet, but by all accounts the Scandinavian film TURN ME ON, DAMMIT! — an adaptation of the Norwegian novel of the same name — is refreshing, honest and hilarious. The film won “Best Screenplay” at the Tribeca Film Festival, “Best Debut Film” at the Rome Film Festival and “Best European First Feature” at Mons International Love Film Festival. And critics have been singing its praises:
Yesterday we discussed celebrities with porn names. Today we’re talking about celebrities in porn movies. Okay, not actual skin flicks. No, movies about skin flicks. Just as there are two modern movie versions of Snow White coming out at the same time (our money’s on Charlize Theron’s evil queen kicking Julia Roberts’ queen’s ass), there are also two competing star-studded Linda Lovelace biopics, plus an indie film about a fictional rising pornstar: INFERNO: A LINDA LOVELACE STORY, LOVELACE and CHERRY, respectively. The latter two star James Franco. (Of course they do.) Here’s a more elaborate breakdown of each’s cast:
When the Oscars primarily entail being lectured by a bunch of narcissistic celebrities about how awesome and important their jobs are, when the highlight is Sacha Baron Cohen spilling the Bisquick ashes of Kim Jong Il all over “Bryan” Seacrest’s $1000 suit on the red carpet, and when the most scandalous moment of the night revolves around determining whether J. Lo is accidentally (or purposely?) showing areola or not, then you know you’ve got to make things a little more interesting. Here’s how: imagine what movies would have won if the Academy wasn’t so afraid of sex:
In “The Review Review,” we turn dozens of movie reviews from all over the Internet into one handy blog post. It’s like super-concentrated orange juice for film criticism (with less pulp and Vitamin D). This week: we find out whether critics had a cow over BULLHEAD.
The Los Angeles Times just posted a massive investigation into the demographics of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, the 5,765 largely anonymous voters who every year decide who will receive the highly coveted and ultra-influential Oscars. Their findings, which will come as a shock to no one who has watched the Oscars at any point in the last 25 years, revealed a membership that is very old and very uncool. 94% of Academy voters are white; 77% are male. 54% are over the age of 60; just 2% are under the age of 40.
In “The Review Revue,” we turn dozens of movie reviews from all over the Internet into one handy blog post. It’s like super-concentrated orange juice for film criticism (with less pulp and Vitamin D). This week: we pledge to gauge the critical reaction to THE VOW.
From Bridesmaids to Crazy Stupid Love to Beginners, 2011 was a year during which the onscreen heat was palpable.
One of my favorite, little joys of living in New York City is having my way blocked by a film shoot. Sarcasm aside, there’s something pretty wonderful about walking down a random street only to suddenly remember a scene from a movie that was shot in that exact location. It’s a sensation that makes living in a somewhat difficult city (but one which has had an iconic role in countless films) worthwhile. And after living here awhile you occasionally come across an interesting street or building and you start thinking “This would be an awesome location for my theoretical rom-com about the pedicab driver who falls in love with an uptown girl” – in other words, pretending to be a location scout.
Any movie with full frontal male nudity in the first five minutes is automatically a winner in our book. And that’s what you get with 2008′s NIGHTS AND WEEKENDS, the last in September’s “Lover’s Lounge” series on the Sundance Channel (airing Saturday night/Sunday morn, September 25th at 12:45am and again at Tue night/Wed morn at 2:30am – set your Tivos).
Lo here: Em has always been a Howard Stern fan. As a staunch, man-hating feminist, I never got on board. Too many sad strippers willing to be reduced to body parts for love and attention – at least back in the K-Rock days. No, for provocative, foul-mouthed, sex-related audio content, I’ll take Kevin Smith’s Hollywood Babble-On with Ralph Garman any day. They’re by no means above female objectification, but they believe in equal opportunity objectification. Take for example, their regular segment on Liam Neesson’s infamously large endowment (“Liam Neesson’s cock is so big…”). Smith will even admit on air to homoerotic urges without fear or shame (hello, Thor!). They do a show every week loosely arranged around all things entertainment industry-related, so if you’re an US Weekly junkie like Em, you can get your celeb gossip AND your dick jokes all in one place! Plus, Garman is an amazing vocal impersonator: Sean Connery, Adam West, Harrison Ford, etc.
“I’m here to transform normal ingredients into an amazing drink!”
Introducing our new SUNfiltered blogger, Drank With That, to be enjoyed responsibly – or not.
Pop Quiz. If Michael Bay got in a bar fight with John Favreau, who would win? Obviously Michael Bay.
Ok, if Brett Favre showed up and he and his buddy John tried to tag team Michael Bay, who would win? Trick question, because the answer is still Michael Bay. Also, this would never happen because fighting Michael Bay is pretty much a suicide mission – in space. Why? Because of TRANSFORMERS 3! IN SPACE!
Movie franchises know that taking it to space is a surefire way to get a hit. THE MUPPETS took it to space, STAR WARS took it to space, AIRPLANE took it to space. Shoot, if the writers had figured out how to get Hightower into a space suit, we’d probably still be watching POLICE ACADEMY movies. For those of you snoozing out there: take it to space!
That’s what TRANSFORMERS 3 did, and that’s exactly what we did, too. What do you drank with that? Introducing the Obvious Prime:
We noticed something called THE ORGASM DIARIES is playing on The Sundance Channel this Saturday at midnight. Sounds like a documentary, right? Turns out it’s a British indie film from last year about a couple who’s private naughty photographs become pornographic art-world hits, which turns their relationship upside down. Knowing that, the title becomes a bit more dubious. But Indiewire said it “captures the essence of young love.” It gets a 50-50 rating on Rotten Tomatoes, which sounds a lot less damning when you realize that’s only out of 8 reviews. Could be a fine late-night alternative to Skinemax…?
Think you know your movies? Test yourself at The Final Image, a blog that asks its readers to name the film of the latest screenshot they post. “A shrine for screenshots of the final thought, le mise-en-scene finale, or the final shot of films,” The Final Image is kind of like a visual film version of Jeopardy.
Now evil has a name: Manic pixie dream girl. Actually, the name was coined back in 2007 by the AV Club’s Nathan Rabin, but somehow we only just learned about it the other day. Back then, Rabin was panning Elizabethtown and used the term to describe Kirsten Dunst’s character, second in annoyingness only to Natalie Portman’s character in Garden State:
Its title may be tired, but the documentary LET’S TALK ABOUT SEX is as relevant and necessary as ever: LET’S TALK ABOUT SEX takes a revealing look at how American attitudes towards adolescent sexuality affect today’s teenagers. We live in a society that uses sex to sell everything from lipstick to laptops. Yet fear and silence…
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore! So brace yourself for love this Saturday night (March 19th) when, according to Space.com, “the moon will swing around Earth more closely than it has in the past 18 years, lighting up the night sky from just 221,567 miles (356,577 kilometers) away.”…
This doesn’t have much to do with love and sex, except that we love this trailer which features an adorable product of sex. The teaser is from the short film LAS PALMAS by Johannes Nyholm, which just won the Short Film Award and the Audience Award at the Gothenburg Int’l Film Festival, Startsladden. (The jury…
If you’re a fan of pop culture, art, photography, or fashion and you don’t have Terry Richardson’s frequently updated Tumblr bookmarked, then do yourself a favor and do so. Whether it’s the recent opening of Ed Ruscha’s new show at Gagosian in LA or chilling out backstage at the Oscars, the man, his glasses and…
We were going to do a top ten list but there are so many disturbing movies made about sex, we had to bump it up to 20. Let us know if there are any others you think should have made the cut.
Irreversible: If you can get through the first ten minutes of hard-core sex and violence at the gay club (subtly called “Rectum”) in this brutal movie about rape and revenge, then you’ve got a stronger constitution than we do.
Breaking the Waves: The simple-minded wife of a newly disabled man misinterprets his desire for her to find the pleasure he can no longer deliver elsewhere and engages in riskier and riskier behavior until she (spoiler alert) ends up killed via gang bang. The feel good movie of 1996!