Love My Face, Love My Race: [size=2]Sarah Polly is the interesting lead in this Canadian TV movie about an alienated high school girl who finds acceptance through some rather stylized internet chat rooms featuring some members of the NIM movement, which I will redub Nazi's In Making for fun. Ridiculed by a speaker
in front a school assembly for perhaps having racial prejudice when she mourns not getting a job flipping burgers due to inability to speak Mandarin (or was it Cantonese? shit..I must be a racist for forgetting! heh), her reaction is to write a paper on her frustrations that is given a F in class. Posting it on the internet as "Hot Head", the NIM people think they have found their voice and she is lured in by a $50 contest they put up. Off to a party with some "normal" looking people, and I give the film credit for not immediately ramming us into a scene filled with raving and violent radicals, and she is loving the feeling of fitting in. The tale then follows her rise in the ranks, and then gets into more predictable territory with Nazi skinhead punk band rallys and cross burning campouts. Of course, Polly begins to find doubts and experience the ugly side of it, and the ending won't surprise anybody. The down side here is that the poor old internet takes another beating as a dangerous moral cesspool, and some very stereotyped characters start to emerge. No doubt these types exist to be modelled on, but as entertainment it is wearying. Sarah Polly, on the other hand, is so damn cute I stayed until the end. Every look she presents in the film is hot in a quite "natural" fashion. (Even Canadian TV movies employ skilled makeup artists, I know.) Looking at her filmography, I see she has worked with Atom Egoyan and David Cronenburg. She was in Dawn of the Dead in 2004, so now I might watch it. I have seen The Hanging Garden, and didn't notice her. How could that be? I dig this chick. Now, I will allow my natural iconoclasm to work on breaking her down, so I can hate her. Once I hate a female celebrity, in information you all just MUST have, then they solidly enter into masturbation fantasy territory. Yes, I am a vile and lowly piece of human filth. Religion taught me that. What else would you expect a member of the uneducated lower classes to be? I think I should add (First World) in brackets behind my new catch phrase, as I should keep it in proper perspective. Go, Sarah Polly, Go, you cold, inaccessable, talented bitch. I never knew thee. Anyway, since I do not yet have any shots of her backside, on to the next movie... [size=4]Diffusive Effusive: [size=2]Austrailian film about a young slacker who lives in a shithole apartment, despairing of motivation until the day that his old acquaintance rings him up. She is a nymphomaniac with eczema, so of course they fall in love. Or do they? Shit happens, then they die. Or I was hoping they would. Really, there isn't too much going on here. A character study? I guess. Fuck, I already am a slacker, so I don't need to watch romantic dramas about them. [size=4]What's All the Rage?: [size=2]Finally I see this movie, and all throughout the telecast there were interviews telling me how great it was, and how dedicated Deniro was, how Jake LaMotta was flattered by it, and basically a person would have to be a fool not to see how bloody brilliant it was. More the fool am I. Now, I am not here to argue against the artistic merit. I am not here to disavow any claim that it does the emotional turmoil of an athlete (which I wouldn't know about) justice. I have no complaints of Scorsese's direction. Whatever I was expecting, though, this was not it. I haven't a doubt it skillfully tells the story, but I just wasn't too interested in it. One person interviewed called it a "hard film to watch", and perhaps that is what bothers me. If so, let this 6 be an incongruity of my ratings character. The fact that I cannot seem to develop what it is I do not like should be partial testimony. [/size][/size][/size][/size][/size]
March 12, 2005
