| El Bruto (Luis Bunuel, 1953)
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| Blood And Sand (Rouben Mamoulian, 1941)
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| Cliff Clavin himself, John Ratzenberger, owning the disco floor in that Jackie/Joan Collins triumph, The Bitch:
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The Red Queen Kills Seven Times (Emilio Miraglia, 1972)
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This may be obvious, but I’m not really posting for a couple weeks. First a wave of colds hit the house, and now I’m pretty much spoken for by work. Should be back up for real around Labor Day, filled to bursting with utterly frivolous things to say!
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| Non-natural fabricky |
| Lori and I were discussing the bedrock layer of misogyny that runs through ours and pretty much every society of the world. It shows up in things as mundane as movie posters of course, in ways both subtle and blatant. In horror and exploitation of the 60s/70s/80s, poster depiction of violence against women was so commonplace as to be hardly noticeable, such as below:
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| It’s so endemic to the genre as to make little impression beyond macabre comedy.
It’s common enough that when someone takes it in a direction like Black Snake Moan, we recognize it for the counter-provocation it is:
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| I can just hear you saying, “No shit, Sherlock.” And indeed, as you say, no shit. Sometimes, however, you see it jumping out from other corners of cinema, in ways that can take a person (well, me) off-guard:
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| This is your calculated marketing? You think we want to see America’s pal, Dean Martin, smacking down a broad? Just who are you selling this to? What kind of a guy was looking at this poster thinking, “yep, that’s the cinema of choice for me!”
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| More major stars intimidating/hurting chicks. These are the heroes! These are fairly mainstream movies. |
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| Above is the poster for Rocco And His Brothers. Are you ready for the spoiler? Rocco’s brother can’t accept that his girlfriend broke up with him awhile back, so he catches her out in a field, wrestles her down, and knifes her in the belly. Great, let’s sell with that! And let that be a warning to you, ladies! Never leave us, if you know what’s good for you. We’ll make a poster out of our bloody revenge.
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| Then there’s this great subspecies, the spanking poster. All these little fillies need are some swats on the bottom, that’ll set ’em straight!
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| Hey Marge! This movie looks hilarious! Let’s go, and maybe I’ll hysterically spank some sense into you later! Remember, I’m not just your husband, I’m your owner!
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| This is a French poster for a movie actually named The Second Greatest Sex. So take that, ladies!
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| Lastly, Bluebeard. If any of these posters has an excuse it’s this one, since the whole point of it is he kills women, in different and creative ways. Still, I don’t see a whole lot of stars signing up for this sort of thing these days.
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