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Which Pulp Fiction Character Are You?

What Pulp Fiction Character Are You?

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Thanatos and Eros sitting Around Talking

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3 comments:

Dawn Coyote said...

I love Greenaway, particularly The Draughtsman's Contract, but I couldn't stand A Zed & Two Noughts. Now that you explain that I wasn't supposed to like it, I'm more apt to forgive it for the insults.

Splendid_IREny said...

Dawn -

I have really just crystallized why Greenaway bothers me: He doesn't want to entertain us; he just wants to throw paintings at us. I rented Belly of an Architect last wknd; it's striking how obvious Greenaway makes his sexuality.

Compare his women with those of Fasbinder; I think that will be a good excuse for me to rewatch The Marriage of Maria Braun.

Dawn Coyote said...

I'm not familiar with Fassbinder's work, and I was unimpressed with Greenaway's Prospero's Books and The Pillow Book. I recall noting that the women in The Draughtsman's Contract were the film's only substantial characters—as if only they were real, while the men were all caricatures.

How do you mean, "throws his sexuality at us"? I skimmed a bit of the Wikipedia entry on Fassbinder, and caught something about how he presents sex as a tool used to manipulate (men, by women, one presumes). Does Greenaway do this, too? I vaguely recall that he does. Or that his men are at the mercy of the women. Hmm. Interesting.

You must have seen Bunuel's That Obscure Object of Desire, which is as delightful a study of erotic tension and sexual frustration as I've ever seen.

Women as monsters who deny men the rightful expression of their manhood, and yet Bunuel and Greenaway both write their women as quintessentially human, and have a chuckle at the expense of the men.