Posts by Danielle
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There are some very odd scenes in that movie.
And there are soon to be more - scenes lost for 80 years were recently found in Argentina.
(I actually squealed out loud like a little girl when I read that article last month.)
Sorry, sorry, back to the pr0n!
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I defy anybody, and I mean anybody, to watch Broken Blossom and not laugh at the acting.
Erm... I think I might have cried in Broken Blossoms. I am a dork. :)
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Think of the exaggerated acting in the silent movie era. Hard as it is to figure, that must have been seen to convey actual human emotion.
I think you're not giving silent film enough props, Giovanni! There is some wonderfully subtle acting in silent movies, and it runs the gamut of human emotions and artistic endeavour... but if porn's only real aim is to have these 'moments of proof' quite regularly, and then the female versions of those 'proof moments' are totally fake, then it all seems pointless to me.
I'm probably overthinking this.
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Russell. I entreat you: do not name any further blog posts after Doobie Brothers songs. I shall go mad with this earworm. Mad I say! :)
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a possibly unrelated point is that the porn industry depends on the notion that the women are behaving consensually and are enjoying what is done to them. when their income depends on looking and acting like they're enjoying it...
Tangentially, it is very clear in quite a lot of mainstream porn that the women are faking their orgasms. That also weirds me out. Why on earth is that still hot to anyone if the woman is so obviously 'lying' to the audience? It's just like a normal film to me: if I don't believe the actor playing the part, the movie is ruined.
OK, I think I might be done with the ranting now. Maybe. :)
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In that you've finally found yourself discussing porn on an online forum? Yeah. Me too.
Yeah, that too!
Oh, fuck it. Some anecdotal notes about pole-dancing: I have been to female-stripping clubs in the southern USA - not the 'postmodern, ironic, sex-positive hipster' kind, but the 'working-class married dudes who work at chemical plants bringing in six-packs of Budweiser' kind - and found the vibe really strange. For one thing, the men all gaze like lions on the Serengeti, without speaking. What are they thinking? Are they having fun? What's so serious about this for them? For another, the strippers all *loved me* because I wasn't into them in 'that way'. The experiences were... really odd, frankly. Even odder: the woman who made the most money in one of the clubs I went to *hardly ever took her clothes off*. She had just started dancing and she was shy and embarrassed and very sweet. She made a killing. What does *that* mean?
It's all so confusing.
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'to mind... to my mind'? I am also rendered completely incoherent by this subject, apparently :)
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Am I the only person horribly conflicted and (almost) thoroughly depressed by this topic? I don't know what I think. I do know that these debates always bring to mind Audre Lorde to my mind. 'The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house.'
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Only with better tans and less body hair.
And more pina colada mix.
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<coughprettyovertsexismcough>