No ifs, HANDS, or buts about it

by Faith Korpi


I was thinking about the bit in Force Awakens about Rey not wanting Finn to hold her hand, and it reminded me of one of my favorite movie scenes, which is from The Village

Kind of spoiler-y: It's the "Those We Don't Speak Of" scene where the creature is lurking and everyone goes to hide, but Ivy goes out to the porch and stretches her hand out, waiting for Lucius to take it. She doesn't need him to hold her hand, and she isn't less brave than him...she's standing out in the open for crying out loud, and the longer she stands there, the closer we see the creature getting to her in the background. But he's out in the open and unsafe and she knows that if he senses she is unsafe, he'll come to her. (This is when I start to sob every, single, time.) Layered with what I think is James Newton Howard's most beautiful score, I think this scene is really powerful in a very unique way. 

The weak character trope in movies I want Hollywood to get rid of, is when a woman is put in a situation where she can do something, but does nothing. I'm not really sure how instead what they've done is made it so that no woman wants help or to be rescued ever. Hey, if I'm in a dangerous situation and can't help myself, please help me. And if you're in a sword fight and happen to be losing badly and a sword falls at my feet, I'll pick it up and help you instead of standing there watching. 

Possibly my favorite example of this done right is actually from The Nutcracker. The Nutcracker Prince is fighting the Rat King (yes, Rat King) and he's losing badly, so Clara, who's standing on the sidelines, takes off her SHOE and throws it at the Rat King's head, which somehow kills him

And just to be clear, I don't have an issue with Rey. I had a tiny issue with them feeling the need to have her say "I don't need you to hold my hand" instead of just having her, you know, not need him to hold her hand. That's all. 

Romantic doesn't equate to weak, Hollywood. Please get that into your heads. 


Aglow

by Faith Korpi


New playlist on Spotify and Rdio

  1. “Running Back To You” For the Foxes, Allison Weiss
  2. “Little Ballerina” Emile Haynie, Rufus Wainwright
  3. “Matter of Time” Vanessa Carlton
  4. “101” WALLA
  5. “Adieu” Coeur De Pirate
  6. “We Won’t” Jaymes Young, Phoebe Ryan
  7. “Anna, Please Don’t Go” Life in Film
  8. “Blue” Marina and The Diamonds
  9. “Eyes Shut” Years & Years
  10. “Katie Queen of Tennessee” The Apache Relay
  11. “Between Me And You” Brandon Flowers
  12. “When I’m Away” The Colourist
  13. “Search Party” Sam Bruno
  14. “It Would Be An Honor” Night Terrors of 1927
  15. “Runaway” AURORA
  16. “The Business of Emotion” Big Data, White Sea
  17. “Another Night on Mars” The Main
  18. “Let Me Down Easy” Max Frost
  19. “Steps” Handsome Ghost
  20. “Heavenly Father” Highasakite
  21. “Let It Breathe” Water Liars 

overabundance

by Faith Korpi


Do you ever feel like there's simply too much of everything? I don't mean on a global level like pollution or over population, I mean the shallow stuff like music and television shows. Once upon a time, everyone watched the same shows on prime time network television, and it was a shared part of a our culture.  Even in the early days of Netflix, they had one original show, House of Cards, and we all watched it. Now they have original shows I've never even heard of.

As a child of the 90s, it's easy to be nostalgic with fellow gen Ys about Fresh Prince or All That or that one Wallflowers song that was super popular, because that's all there was. That's all we watched. That's all we listened to. 

It's hard to imagine millennials (omg I hate that word) will have as easy of a time finding shared experiences amongst their contemporaries 10+ years from now. There's just SO, MUCH, STUFF. 


Flash bulbs (or, Laughing at old movies)

by Faith Korpi


Last night concluded Hitchcock week at the Paramount here in Austin, and oh boy, do I have words for you dear moviegoer. (And by "you" I mean the universal you, hopefully not you personally.) 

Laughing at old movies was a popular topic earlier this year because of this article by Amy Nicholson in LA Weekly. It inspired a slew of hallelujah fist pumping in agreement articles across the internet, but as was showcased so tragically for me this past week, this type of laughter is still prevalent. Perhaps this is because people that go to a screening of an old movie on a whim don't also spend countless hours reading film op-eds, and these articles were merely preaching to the choir. Alright then, so what can be done?

I already knew from past years that people tend to laugh at the flash bulbs in Rear Window. Maybe because we all use our phone cameras so much, we've forgotten how blinding those things are...? Anyway, flash bulbs are apparently hilarious. Grace Kelly reaching for the scissors in Dial M for Murder? Also hilarious. (I can't even begin to comprehend why that last one is funny.) 

His stubborn laughter was an advertisement for his own superiority, like it’s heroic to refuse to be “suckered” by a fake rock that’s obviously fake. But there’s nothing triumphant about being too cool to dream.
— Amy Nicholson, STOP LAUGHING AT OLD MOVIES, YOU $@%&ING HIPSTERS

I'm from a relatively small town, so it's not that I've never experienced shenanigans and uncalled for reactions during a moviebut I used to chalk that up to small town behavior (Dear God, have you never seen a movie? is usually my reaction). So what's the deal, Austin? And Los Angeles? Shame on you! 

When the rage settles I usually end up feeling sad. Oh, you're too cool to be swept up in the magical suspense of Hitchcock. Ok. That's sad. Really sad. What exactly is gained by audibly proving to us that you are in fact smarter than this here moving picture? (Or, "talkie" if you will.) 

I honestly have very little hope that this will get better (no, it will get worse). Especially with the "$@%&ING hipsters" Nicholson refers to in her article all moving to Austin. And I don't have a solution other than opening a members only movie theatre you have to take a test to join...which means all I've accomplished here is making myself feel slightly better from all the angry typing, and hopefully made a few of you realize you still need to see Dial M for Murder.

That will have to do for now.