So I watched the movie Bridesmaids. It was sort of The Hangover done up as a chick flick.
The movie has some brilliant moments of comic acting, some very funny scenes, and an overall good story - but it's formulaic to the hilt. I wrote not long ago about the annoying fact that all Hollywood movies are "script doctored" to a point where the corporate voice shouts down any artistic vision. Are "script doctored" movies fun to watch? Yes, they are - they work, they tug at your emotions, they manipulate you, they take you through that predictable structure. But they're fake - they're untrue to what art, even popular art, is supposed to do.
And yet somehow the human experience prevails. In Bridesmaids the main character is sexually promiscuous and her adventures are shown to the viewer so as to leave nothing to the imagination. And yet her promiscuity - which is presented in the movie as a good thing, or at least a neutral thing, a kind of "given" for how young women act - her promiscuity brings the main character no happiness whatsoever, and indeed a great deal of emptiness and frustration. This is not really the main message of the movie, which seems to be more, "There's nothing wrong with sleeping around, but you should find better guys to sleep around with". But a deeper message comes through all the same.
Lust does not make us happy. What we want is love. This caveat used to be common knowledge in a common Christian culture; now it's a revelation.
And why does every film comedy now have to include bodily fluid humor - jokes or depictions of vomit, excrement, semen? There's Something about Mary started this, and I remember thinking then, "This movie is so funny and clever that it really doesn't need the low-brow excretion-humor that's clearly forced and put in to appeal to a certain demographic."
So the football player falling in love with a girl who's really a guy on the internet fascinates me. It's the stuff of great literature - the role of masking in determining or revealing identity. See, for instance, pretty much every romantic comedy Shakespeare wrote.
So I watched Dr. Phil's interview with the perpetrator.
Now this guy, this guy who fooled the football star into thinking he was a girl, this guy is clearly a kind of Norman-Bates-becomes-his-own-mother type. When he speaks as a woman it's eerie. This guy dumped a ton of energy into creating and maintaining a virtual "love affair" with some jock, and then deliberately broke his heart. This guy clearly needs help.
Does Dr. Phil interrupt at any time and talk to the viewer and explain how sick this poor kid is, does he indicate how much help he needs, does he caution folks to stay away from internet relationships because of people like this?
He interrupts his two-hour interview and speaks in studio directly to the camera once, and once only. Why? To tell us how wrong this freak is for saying he's a "recovering homosexual". "As if homosexuality is the same as an addiction!" exclaims Dr. Phil. "As if he needs to deny who he really is!" Dr. Phil assures us he will personally guarantee that Norman Bates receives counselling - not because he took on the identity of a woman, seduced a young man, then killed the woman off, sending the victim into a depression. No, he will receive counselling so that he can GO BACK TO BEING AN ACTIVE HOMOSEXUAL.
Good work, Dr. Phil.
Everybody's gay. Every show has a gay character. You can't watch anything on TV without seeing somebody gay - and that person is presented as normal and fun and very much deserving of our sympathy and very much in need of protection from those bigots who think there's something wrong with celebrating not only sodomy, but the whole gay and Lesbian culture, which is a sick, dark, disgusting and predatory culture. But we can't admit that. We must pretend as if this lifestyle makes a person happy, makes them "gay", when in reality, it's much more destructive than the promiscuous hetero-sex celebrated by the movie Bridesmaids.
The Paul Harvey Farmer commercial offended me. It wasn't all about your damned truck. And it wasn't meant to be.