Showing posts with label Educational. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Educational. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Profiles in Greatness: Male Hustlers



JOE BUCK & LITTLE JOE
Midnight Cowboy (1969) & Flesh (1968)


Times are hard on the boulevard, and if anyone knows that it's street hustlers. Man's gotta eat. Despite the constant echoes of his girlfriend Crazy Annie, "You're the only one Joe! The only one," Joe Buck is not the only one. Not exactly street wise, but also no stranger to them, Joe Buck and Little Joe were both on 42nd Street back in the day. Those nostalgic days when it was cool to walk the streets in a cowboy hat and bandana looking to get paid for sex. Even in a bad economy, flesh is still a valuable commodity. First things first, get the money up front! Secondly, who foresees the extra monthly expense of paying for your wife's girlfriend's abortion, like poor Little Joe, or having to pay your own clients out of sheer pity, like proud Texan Joe Buck.

Who doesn't want to supplement their income? These boys knew how to hustle their way into infamy and an extra twenty in their pocket. Lest we forget: it's all about the MONY.



"M-O-N-Y.
That's just exactly how you spell it
up there on that big buildin' up there."


Tip 1:
Walk the Walk

Joe Buck:

Accessories from your own hitchin' post
+
Fringe
+
Distracting pants


Little Joe:

Red bandana
+
Moccasins
+
Clean underwear if possible


Tip 2:
Talk the Talk

The Joe Buck Approach:
Look like cowboy tourist + Stalk rich women


The Little Joe Approach:
Look like Joe Dallesandro


Tip 3:
Find Your Fanbase


Joe Buck
1) Rich Old Ladies
2) Drug and Scrabble Enthusiasts
3) Bob Balaban

Little Joe
1) Rich Old Men
2) Art Critics
3) Burn Victims


Tip 4:
Advertise

Joe Buck

Little Joe


Tip 5:
Make Sylvia Miles Cry

Joe Buck

Little Joe

(Hustling his way through Hollywood in Heat (1972)).


NOTE: Club Silencio does not endorse self-prostitution as a means of income, unless you or a loved one is circa-1970's Joe Dallesandro.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The 90's Guide to Stealing Lives


I'm not surprised at the recent rise in identity theft. I saw it coming in mid-nineties, when thrillers airing on late-night cable were teaching me how simple it really was... if you were a woman. That and how it's possible to use people for sex and still pocket some cold hard cash.

I figured since everyone's impersonating everyone else and stealing things that don't belong to them, I could exploit this for a post on 3 Easy Steps to Stealing Another Person's Life. Think of it as a checklist.


  1. Respond to ad
  2. Dress and style exactly like Bridget Fonda
  3. Kill everything she loves
  1. Befriend a lonely outcast
  2. Off her mother (make it look like suicide)
  3. Fuck her father for everything he's worth

  1. Avenge dead husband with cushy nanny position
  2. Steal new family's love / Abuse wife's health
  3. Raise new family to resent you
  1. Swim away from abusive OCD husband
  2. Start new life as Iowa librarian
  3. Live in decidedly messy home with gay drama teacher

What these identity theft types don't seem to recall is that three out of four times they end up violently dead. Usually in very ironic fashion, just to make it that much more degrading.


Only Julia Roberts gets away (relatively) clean, but then her case is the sympathetic one with the domestic abuse and all. Plus all she really does is fake a name, which is a simpler method than murder and probably better for sanity.

The lesson seems to be that even a new identity never really changes the person, but sometimes - sometimes - it buys you nicer things.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Desire Antonio Banderas. It's the Law.



"It's not your fault if you don't love me,
and it's not my fault if I love you."



That's sort of the basics of the Law of Desire, and exactly my feelings toward Antonio Banderas in that movie. It's also a very simple law proposed by Pedro Almodóvar in Spain of 1987 that has long since gone ignored in its home country, but I plan to use my full jurisdiction and enforce it here at Club Silencio.


And by the statutes of The Law of Desire for Antonio Banderas, he is required to do for us the following:

  • Antonio Banderas must give wake up calls.

  • Antonio Banderas must dress exactly like us.

  • Antonio Banderas must show us his yo-yo.

  • Antonio Banderas must surprise us outside of Burger King.

  • Antonio Banderas must caulk the tub.


As with any law, there are consequences to those who choose to break it:


Antonio Banderas will not be held responsible if you or a loved one is harmed in said pursuit of lawlessness.


Desiring Antonio Banderas saves lives.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Art Class with Kate Winslet



Today's Lessons:


Lesson 1: Persuade other artists to show you their techniques

"I want you to draw me like one of your Fre
nch girls. Wearing this. Wearing only this."



Lesson 2:
Use life models



"Oh, I haven't gotten around to drawing her yet. I was going to pop her on a rock, but I seem to have run out of room. Sorry... I don't know if you noticed, Mrs. Collins, that I've actually drawn St. George in the likeness of the world's greatest tenor, Mario Lanza."


Kate's Favorite Color:
Blue


Kate's Favorite Medium:
Watercolor


As long as we're all sharing our creative output, I've posted the latest installment of "Signatures" over at Film Experience, dedicated this time to the great artist Kate Winslet. Read it in the tub.

Friday, January 23, 2009

If You Weren't So Charming, I'd Kill Myself


Trix are for kids. Animated films are for emotionally dead adults.

Don't get me wrong, there are important lessons here for any child as well: don't let your animals play with firearms, make sure your little sister eats something, and always phone the folks before a nuclear holocaust. But these animated films have something that Dora the Explorer will never have: soul-crushing honesty. Best to wait 'til your kids are eleven.

These films may finally kill that part of yourself that still believes in things like hope and human triumph, but they are masterfully done for all that dismal aftermath. Let us be thankful for such elegant and emotional art films as we let our cars run in the garage.

WARNING: Some spoilers and irreparable psychological trauma.



The Plague Dogs
(1982 - Martin Rosen)

Hope: The will to survive even the harshest conditions is made painfully (!) clear in this tale of two canines and their escape from an animal testing facility into an equally cruel outside world. A friendship is formed between Snitter and Rowf that helps them sustain hope in finding some glimmer of happiness at the sparkling edge of the earth.

Hopelessness: The film's unflinching horrors happen right from the start! Animal's are drowned and placed in incinerators, people are run over, eaten and shot in the face. Oh the humanity! If there is such a thing...

Key moment of despair: Snitter's endearing, desperate hunt for a human master leads him directly into the arms of a strolling hunter -- and accidentally tripping the trigger on his shotgun. Snitter's dreams end in a shocking, devastating, blood-soaked instant.


We the viewers get dealt a similar blow.


When the Wind Blows
(1986 - Jimmy T. Murakami)


Hope:
It's like those old couples that know each other so well that even their bickering transcends the bitterness and baggage to become something soulful and inspiring. An adorable English couple, Jim and Hilda Bloggs, talk about the impending bombing with as much regard for scorched earth as their untended garden. We're comforted by their timeless bond and ability to ponder tea time... even when their water supply has been permanently shut off.


Hopelessness: Despite their best intentions and upbeat demeanor, the radioactive fallout inevitably has its afterburn. Jim and Hilda slowly fade into oblivion, overcome by weakness and disease. That's what you get for trusting your government.

Key moment of despair: James comments on Hilda's red lips and she's quick to respond, "Lipstick? What do you mean, James? I haven't worn lipstick for years." Not so much a new shade as the aftereffects of nuclear radiation. Feel that endless shudder.



Grave of the Fireflies
(1988 - Isao Takahata)

Hope: At least Seita and the ever-so-adorable Setsuko still have each other. Even after being orphaned in the war and left to survive off of dried toads, this loving brother-sister duo is an inspiration in their never-fledgling devotion and will to survive. World War II has left Japan in a dire situation, but they still manage to raise each others spirits and would readily go to the ends of the earth for one another. It's completely heartwarming... And yet...

Hopelessness: Food is scarce and no one's willing to offer a stray grain of rice. No one is spared the effects of war, not even an innocent child.

Key moment of despair: "Rice balls. I made them for you..." Left behind by Seita in yet another search for sustenance, a delusional, malnourished Setsuko makes a meal for the two out of dirt gathered from the floor. Horrifying, heartbreaking, and somehow still adorable. Consider your spirits eternally crushed.


If Dora ever decides to explore war-torn Japan, someone remind her to pack a sack lunch.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

"How To Be Thoroughly Modern" with Millie Lammoreaux


Set goals in life and in love...

"I plan everything I do. I figure out what it is I want and then I set out to do it. Like this apartment -- I've been decoratin' it ever since I moved in. And even if I fell in love with a guy and wanted to get married, I wouldn't move into his place. He'd have to move in with me. And even then I'd want to know everything there is to know about him. Includin' money and health."


Take pleasure in preparation...

"You can start by taking some of that cheese spread and squirtin' it in a circle on those Sociables. And then put an olive on top of each one. I made these once before and they were a real big hit."

"I'm famous for my dinner parties... We're havin' pigs in a blanket and chocolate puddin' tarts!"



Be the life of your own party...

"Do you guys know how to play Scrabble? It's a real good game - you can learn a lot of new words. My roommate's got this boyfriend who's really good at it. He knows some words I've never even heard of before. "Orator." It's in the dictionary alright. I think it's some kind of, oh, professional talker or somethin'. But the most unusual one was "zebus." You know what zebus are? The humps on a camel's back. I didn't like the guy I was with too much, though. All he wanted to do was make up dirty words. We weren't gonna play that way."