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Speed
Freaks [film]
Unconscious
Motives of the Motion Picture Industry |
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You and I have heard this song before: the ack-ack of a nonstop media barrage is robotizing women, turning them into products pushing products. And so meet the semidressed, semibeautiful Miss Wrench and Miss Slag Heap of I Hate Women (Ontological at Saint Mark's). They primp and prance and paint their faces, they preen and tease–asses up, asses down, knees together, knees apart, on their knees–ooh buy-me pleeeeze. Give writer-director-designer Robert Cucuzza credit knowing how to break through our hum-along at least once. Near the end of his 50-minute piece, the two women lasso their hips with a long string and silently stroll the stage–the sound throughout the play is a montage of songs ("My Lean Baby"), one-liners ("You kept me waiting just to change your clothes"), FX (splashing water), and ad copy ("the magic of silk chemise"–pulling the twine through a series of hooks until they've made an improbable and imperfect cat's cradle. The image is surprising and touching; the women are really little girls lost.
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