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Sexy Women — Strong Heroines?

Sgt. Angle reporting for duty!

This weekend, most everyone in the USA and the world got to see Robert Downey, Jr. and Don Cheadle whip some ass in Iron Man 2. But what also graced the screen was the eyeful of deliciousness Scarlett Johansson in a skin-tight black uniform as she twirled and drop-kicked a hallway full of bad guys.

She is watching you watching her…

The sexy action girl is nothing new to cinema — Halle Barry did tried it a few years back with Catwoman; Angelina Jolie nailed it with Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, and Ann Perillaud perhaps started it all (thanks to Luc Besson’s imagination) in Le Femme Nikita. Since the early ‘90s, sexy women with big boots, big guns, and the flexibility of Gumby’s younger self have taken cinematic screens by storm. One needs only to think of Catherine Zeta Jones (whatever happened to her?) easing her tight body through the red laser sensors in Entrapment…where was I? Are these “strong” characters, or simply sexy women who can maneuver their bodies to seduce you into falling in front of their bullets?

For a strong female role, one would look most naturally towards a Katherine Hepburn character (Bringing Up Baby, Adam’s Rib) or Meryl Streep or Ellen Burstyn or Diane Keaton. A woman who is as smart as the man, a woman who is even in control of every event unfolding whether we know it or not. Strong women know what they want, or if they don’t, they have a strong motivation for remaining unsure. Oh, and they can control the hell out of a scene.

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For the action-oriented women, a strong role one should always refer to is Ellen Ripley, of the Alien franchise. For a role originally written for a man, Sigourney Weaver took the depth of the character to new heights. She is a woman in a man’s world, she doesn’t emanate sexuality, and she can kick ass while getting the job done. She doesn’t need skin tight dresses, high heels, or nudity to show that she is a strong woman. She uses her smarts and her skills, NOT her sexuality.

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Not that there’s a problem with women who use sexuality as a means to an end. But it is becoming too large of a crutch.

Sarah Connor, of the Terminator franchise (hmm, yet another written by James Cameron…) is also an example of a strong woman, a bad-ass who doesn’t thrust sexuality in our faces as a means to get what she wants. Sarah is a pawn in her own fate, and the fate of the world, and rather than succumb to the helpless situation of defeating a machine that will not stop, she fights, sometimes brutally.

A woman who fights is not necessarily a strong female, but a woman who fights with a greater purpose, an honorable purpose, is much more powerful.

And then you have women like Leeloo (Milla Jovovich) in The Fifth Element, who runs around in the movie mostly in little to no clothing. But her innocence as a character, as a being who rarely exists, is enough to overthrow the overt sexuality in the character and bring her to a new level, a respectable level of a person lost in a conflict, unaware of her surroundings.

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In The Matrix, Carrie Ann Moss opens the entire series in a skintight black leather suit, kicks ass using back flips and forward flips, shot in cool matrix-cam slow-mo, then casually leaves the room. The rest of her time in the overall story is spent looking cool within the matrix, and appearing to be innocent and “just” sexy on the ship. As a character, she is a freedom fighter, but as a movie presence, she is eye candy. Just like Monica Belluci was in her few seconds of screen time.

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Lara Croft: Tomb Raider. The female Indiana Jones, some might say. Tight shirts, highlighted curves, oozing with sexuality as she climbs a rope or flips into a secret passageway. Like her character in Wanted, Jolie simply overflows with sexuality, such that any hope of character development or interation is entirely lost. Look at her in Mr. and Mrs. Smith, yet again, for evidence that her own sexuality is her only weapon. Again, it’s not necessarily a weak thing for a woman to use sex to get past obstacles. It’s just a crutch, one used far too often these days.

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In The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Lisbeth does, at one point, use sex as a defense mechanism, as a weird way of putting up a wall between her and a guy that she likes. But it works, only because we see her use sex in a much more cruel way as a defense against abuse. Her motivations are set up, and her experiences — as we’ve seen them — make the use of sex understandable and a part of her character, not just eye candy on the silver screen.

She will not sex you up. Only mess you up.

And what do all these lovely ladies bring us to? I would say the hybrid, the woman we saw this weekend. ScarJo played  the Black Widow, and fights in the ultra sexy body suit, using moves that would make a gymnast cringe. And she does it all without seducing, without thrusting cleavage in our faces (make no mistake, there is cleavage, there is an amazing body, but her body is not the weapon, nor is she trying to seduce anyone). One could chalk this up to Scarlet’s screen presence, or lack thereof, but I think she’s smarter than that.

I guess I’m just making the case that we don’t need a woman who looks good and uses herself just because she looks good. I’d rather a woman be a fighting machine and oh, by the way, she looks great, too, rather than “let’s try to bang her and hope that she can fight, too”.

A woman with a gun is a powerful woman, and can give you a sexy look, but a woman with only her fists who doesn’t waste time looking you up and down is a much more confident, stronger, and powerful woman.

What do you think? What makes a strong female character to you, either in action films or in other films? Sound back below, privates!

You are dismissed!

Sgt. Angle

Golden Directors of 2009

Sgt. Angle reporting for duty!

Welcome back from a glorious three-day tribute to MLK, Jr. Hope you’re rested and free from all that holds you down. Me, I’ve got a bone to pick with the Hollywood Foreign Press.

Anyone living under a rock may not be aware, but I expect the rest of you to be with me on this. The Golden Globe Awards played out live on the flopping fish known as the NBC network, and all was well until the end disaster, the hat trick of bizarre choices to carry home the shiny orb: Sandra Bullock for Best Actress Drama (The Blind Side), James Cameron as Best Director and for Best Picture (Avatar).

Now, Sandra Bullock is a fine lady, and in The Blind Side she shows off a bit more emotion than in her typical romcoms — but that’s because she’s starring in a picture that belongs on the Hallmark channel. But Carey Mulligan held more than just a smile and a coupla tears in An Education, more than enough to clean the floor with the Bullock of today or the Bullock of Demolition Man days.

Likewise, James Cameron more than executed his masterpiece, he delivered a pleasurable reel of unmatched visual grace from any such film this year or of the last decade. That being said, the story was choppy, some fight scenes were predictable, and there wasn’t much in the way of character growth or development. The Hollywood Foreign Press Association is known for running their own awards show for ratings and star-studded evenings, rather than true accolades. But sometimes you need to learn to draw the line between “chasing ratings” and “artistic integrity.” This is a line which the HFPA failed to even indulge on Sunday night.

As far as complete and utter film execution in the year 2009, here are the best choices for Directing in 2009, some nominated the other night, others just below any “common moviegoers’” radar:

Yes, this is really Kathryn Bigelow.

Kathryn Bigelow — The Hurt Locker. What this film lacks in arcs and A — Z storytelling, it makes up for in spades with the tension and editing of the bomb diffusion scenes. Cap on that the harsh performance of Jeremy Renner, and you’ve got a technical achievement to match wits with the best of earth, or Pandora.

Duncan Jones — Moon. A budget of $5 Million and a lunar landscape second only to our Moon itself, Duncan Jones’s feature debut features the best performance you won’t read about last year: Sam Rockwell. And yes, Duncan is David Bowie’s son.

Quentin Tarentino — Inglourious Basterds. War meets spaghetti Western meets the pop-culture infusion of Tarentino’s mind. No one can handle scene structure and the suspense of a long take like him, and it doesn’t hurt that he writes his own material, too.

The Coen Brothers — A Serious Man. Seriously, the Coens pull no punches in their bizarre slice-of-life story of a MidWest professor in the late-60s whose life unravels when his wife has an affair. Dark comedy ensues. A little lighter material for the Coens since No Country for Old Men (not counting the quirky Burn After Reading, of course).

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Wes Anderson — The Fantastic Mr. Fox. Stop motion animation done the way it hasn’t been done for sixty years, Anderson takes his sophisticated style to the world of Roald Dahl’s classic children’s story. He apparently took his voice actors out on location (out in the forest, in a sewer) to record their dialogue, which added to the sudden reality to talking animals.

Spike Jonze — Where the Wild Things Are. Overall a bit underwhelming, Jonze’s dedication to the source material and the hopefulness penetrating each scene should be enough to invoke that frog in the back of your throat feeling in any parent, or child. Plus the monsters are all invited to my next mission, wherein I invade another country to build forts out of trees, and a command post for future Angle Operations.

Soon we review the year’s writing accolades, wherein I breakdown the travesty that is the WGA (Writers Guild of America) and their omission of Inglourious Basterds from this year’s nominations (place taken by Avatar. Explain, good sirs).

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Signing off.

Sgt. Angle

Mr. Wolff’s Cinegasm (bwahaha!): Avatar

You hoes knew this was coming.

Sgt. Angle asked me to write for him this week while he takes over a small country in the South Pacific so here I am.  Now I know Sgt. Angle usually writes about concepts or ideas in film-making, but that’s not what Mr. Wolff is about.  So today we’re going to talk about the movie on EVERYBODY’s top-ten list for last year: AVATAR.

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One of my courtesans is a beautiful blond with a firm butt, a six pack and a rack to make babies drool — malady is gorgeous, to be sure.  She’s also incredibly intelligent; not smart, intelligent — there is a difference and we’ll avatar_poster_2get to that.  If my car needs fixing or one of my many cyborg parts breaks down, she can get in there and fix it something quick because she knows science.  The  only problem with this buxom beaut is that in all other areas of life she is a recycled cliche of just-forgotten plot lines and bad dialogue.  I love to lay with her, I appreciate her intelligence, but I would never call her awesome because she’s so fucking stupid.  Her name is AVATAR.

By now most of you probably know about AVATAR’s history.  Cameron found the script twelve or so years ago and held on to it because the technology wasn’t around to make the film he wanted to make.  Brilliant.  The patience paid off because this movie is nothing short of a visual masterpiece.  I thought I was crying both times I saw it, but I quickly realized that it wasn’t a stream of tears rolling down my face, no: my eyes were cumming.  The render time for the CG is incredible, something like a frame every 30–50 hours.  Think about that for a second.  Yeah.  Awesome.

Yes.  I would have relations with an alien.

Yes. I would have relations with an alien.

Okay, so it’s pretty.  Nobody in their right mind will debate that fact.  What else is impressive?  The science.  Cameron hired sombody to create a fucking language.  I hold little doubt that while perusing through the halls of the San Diego Comic Con this year I will see somebody dressed as a Na’vi kickin’ it with a Klingon while they trade secrets on how to learn fictional languages and preserve their virginity.  You know it’s going to happen.  I bet somebody is reading this right now, translating the whole blog into Na’vi just to spite me.  Translate this: You’re going to die alone.  I’ve come across a few articles (like this one and this one) that defend the science behind AVATAR and you know what?  I’m in.  Sure, the film (mostly) works on an intellectual level.  I think avatardthat’s pretty cool, so chalk up another point for AVATAR.

Now this is when things go south, quickly.  Let’s talk for a moment about the plot of AVATAR.  Ex-military guy with baggage befriends would-be, tree-hugging enemies until he finds himself more comfortable with them then with his own kind.  Oh, you mean Dances with Wolves? Um, no.  This film has mechanical soldiers and advanced technology, like futuristic style shit!  Oh!  Soldier with Kurt Russel? No no, you see this takes places in an exotic rainforesty setting.  Okay, like Ferngully: The Last Rain forest? The indigenous people are big and blue.  Oh.  Well that’s neat…

The plot is tired, unoriginal and reeks of other movies that were, in their time, more original.  The message of Avatar_movie_stillthe film is a bit more complex.  Some people say it’s anti-war.  Others are claiming it’s an environmental preservation piece.  Still some claim that it is all about cultural acceptance.  Well, I say it’s about all that without being about any of it specifically.  I think the fact that the film so vaguely clings to a message persay is both admirable and deplorable.  Admirable that it seems to serve more to entertain than to preach, and deplorable in its ambiguity so that people can attach their own agendas and claim camaraderie with the film itself.  I’m reminded of a politician who will avoid definite answers in order to capture votes from both sides.  AVATAR, you dirty Demopublican bitch!

The writing overall is just, well, bad.  The dialogue is comes off as half-cocked and ill-improvised in several A-22339moments, which, to be fair, could be to do with the actor’s delivery (when Michelle Rodriguez uses a big word like “martyrdom” I know immediately she’s acting and it takes me out of the film).  Then there were the plants and payoffs: predictable and poorly implemented.  When [SPOILER ALERT] Sigourney’s character fails to fuse with her Na’vi hybrid and dies I wondered, couldn’t our hero do that?  And guess what?  He totally did — shocker!  When we are told about the union of Na’vi through the Last Shadow Rider, I thought, well hell, I wonder if we’re gonna need to unite some bitches.  And when we did need to unite, guess what happened?  Our hero rode the Last Shadow!  Oh Shnap, didn’t see that coming did you?  [END SPOILER AND SARCASTIC SURPRISE]

I think it’s worth mentioning that James Cameron is brilliant.  Yeah, I said it: Brilliant.  The man has revolutionized cinema several times: Terminator 2 anyone?  The Abyss?  Titanic?  I don’t want you to think I’m anti-Cameron.  You see, I’m actually just anti-good-directors-forgetting-about-directing-a-film-in-an-effort-to-break-ground.  That’s all.

So here’s my final judgment:  Avatar is a very pretty, very intelligent retard of a film, like a hot autistic chick that has no business in the company of greater films like The Hurt Locker or Let The Right One In.  Go see it and be impressed (either 2D or 3D will do), but ask your local theater manager to do you a favor: mute it.

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Mr. Wolff

PS: We might get some hardcore Na’vi action on the DVD!

PPSS: PAPYRUS is the SHITTIEST FONT EVER!  Bad choice Cameron, bad choice.

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