Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Pulling (2006 - 2009)
Starring: Sharon Horgan, Tanya Franks, Rebekah Staton, Cavan Clerkin
The Gist: You know those angry and alternately miserable thirtysomething women you always see out and about on a Friday night? The ones you might just cross the road to avoid? They come in teeny short skirts, with voices like a drag queen after eating twenty cigarettes and generally exude an air of loud drunken desperation. Pulling is about them. Particularly if you’ve ever lived in the UK.
And then what happens?: You don’t think it’s going to funny at all. For one thing it’s called Pulling, and secondly it’s on BBC3. But then you actually watch it and realise that it was some ancient producer at BBC3 trying to appeal to the 'yoof' who decided to call it Pulling for some reason. What it should actually be called is Half of the People You Meet in London are Probably Like These Women. Anything besides Pulling. I mean I’ve seen the whole thing and based on the title I still expect Johnny Vegas to appear at any moment.
See it for: Karen, the alcoholic schoolteacher who shows up to her classes smashed and ends up drunk-crying at the children. And wakes up under a tree cuddling a tramp. And so on...
Level of Crazy: 9. And I haven’t even gotten to cock lollies.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Grey Gardens (1975)
Starring: Edith ‘Big Edie’ Bouvier Beale, Edith ‘Little Edie’ Bouvier Beale, The Maysles, The Marble Faun, Those two randoms at the birthday party
The Gist: The cult classic about what happens when one potentially zany young woman lets her very-much-already-zany mother guilt her into taking care of her forever. Oh and the people who maybe didn’t but more than likely did completely exploit them for the sake of an entertaining documentary. And let’s not forget the powerful family members who just sort of let it happen and left them out to fester in East Hampton. Having fun yet?!
And then what happens?: I’m kind of a bad gay in that my introduction to this whole phenomenon was a line of dialogue placed at the start of that Rufus Wainwright song about Grey Gardens. Called Grey Gardens. Though the fact that I got to it through the lyrics of a freaking Rufus Wainwright song shows I haven’t been resting too much on my gay laurels. Anywho, it’s fun and tragic and you feel sad when they show you pictures of their former glories and you wince and furrow your brow when that young guy is hanging round eating their sweet corn. And really, what else do you want?
See it for: The part about the cape-skirt. Why aren’t there more cape-skirts?
Level of Crazy: 9. You’ll need to silence the part of your brain that screams “WHY?!!”, of course.