tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268711222024-03-18T05:10:57.392-07:00Dorothy SurrendersA gay gal's guide to pop culture. Why let the boys have all the fun?Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.comBlogger4805125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-45749519595207365502024-03-18T00:30:00.000-07:002024-03-18T00:30:00.132-07:00Music Monday<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AfSjnsYiY_A?si=8Dh7S66SDm6dhzNE" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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As an officially <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/03/my-weekend-crush_01671771004.html" target="_blank">Single Girlie</a>, I’m not sure if I want to relate to queer artist Chappell Roan’s lesbian longing earworm “Casual” or not. On the one hand, I’m aware that situationships have been a thing for a while now and appreciate this anthem for the serially noncommittal. On the other hand, ugh, dating – amirite?
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After hearing this song played across countless sapphic yearning TikToks, I decided to find the music video for myself. And, let me tell you, after some initial confusion I am now 1,000% here for this queer-flipped “The Shape of Water.” I mean, who amongst us hasn’t fallen for a sharp-tooted, green-skinned, possibly pansexual, definitely carnivorous sea monster? Also, am I attracted to sharp-tooted, green-skinned, possibly pansexual, definitely carnivorous sea monsters now? How does one signify this on Hinge? Or is Tinder better for that? Ugh, dating – <i>amirite</i>? Happy Monday, kittens.
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p.s. Don’t worry, I’ve got lots of Oscars thoughts coming soon. Very soon.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-87412214660771461762024-03-15T00:30:00.000-07:002024-03-15T00:30:00.244-07:00My Weekend Crush<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dlrqxAgdY58?si=hTkUMftdQYeTJR6Y" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
<p>As much as I don’t want to fund another megayacht for Jeff Bezos, Prime Video has been an unexpectedly rich resource for <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2021/10/my-weekend-crush_0798955482.html" target="_blank">quality documentaries</a> – especially <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2023/08/my-weekend-crush.html" target="_blank">quality queer documentaries</a>. While the other streamers tend to favor true crime or celebrity behind-the-scenes fare, Amazon has surprised with some of my favorite docs of late. And, with any luck, “Frida” will continue that trend. Carla Gutiérrez, the editor of “RBG” and “Julia,” made her own directorial debut with this look at the iconic Mexican painter. From the trailer, I love how much of her own words and work are used to tell her own story. So I cannot wait to tuck into this film this weekend, and be reminded that Frida is more than just the caricature of the monobrow. She was a force, and deserves to be remembered as such. Happy weekend, all.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-2442628544163890672024-03-14T00:30:00.000-07:002024-03-14T00:30:00.138-07:00Kate & Cate's Wee Party<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mvrqoD0hx0Q?si=R5mW8hfCBFDlUhGJ" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
<p>Who do we have to kill to get these two in a movie together? I’m not going to set this up other than by saying, please delight in Kate Winslet and Cate Blanchett telling stories about female peeing on the Graham Norton show recently. Again, who do we have to kill? We will do it. (Please Note: We would also be willing to do things a few steps below murder, but just keeping all options open for the best results – as one should when we’re talking Kate & Cate.)
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-66188776735629802442024-03-13T00:30:00.000-07:002024-03-13T00:30:00.193-07:00We Can Hack It<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kZkv9-90De8?si=gPW325D6DkZjTOWe" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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Hacks! Is! BACKKKK! And, from the looks of things, pretty gay. Emphasis on “The Pretty” and “The Gay.” I’m just thrilled this show is returning to give us more May-December platonic female friendship/mentorship/proxy mother-daughter hilarity between Jean Smart and Hannah Einbinder. I just love their dynamic. Though, I never really thought they worked as a couple-couple (despite Ava’s occasional daydreams). So I am equally thrilled to see Ava appears to have a new romantic interest in the new season in the incredibly shapely form of Christina Hendricks. Hello. Imma need to see this whole scene immediately, if not sooner.
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I mean it. Release the footage! Or at least make this happen in the first episode of the season because three weeks is about all I can wait to see what happens after she gets that pesky top off.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-44187441913165936562024-03-12T00:30:00.000-07:002024-03-12T00:30:00.132-07:00Oscars SGALGG & GGALGG<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_TdKo0Nt98jjLnkEK6NinqSJj-3bM0SrXUkm5bOJL860oCEjquVAtjy1xLC0GOHzhqhodpGY-GhNniD9SKCO2YZeK1_Al1WuHYtZCHi8vjLa-bxGgYiWST944FRhzRHm9ZupBJdlMDUkCFfGuFaX2E6QAjPQ9fyeNY7Ef7KX4GkE0WJ72Z2in/s1000/batch_1.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_TdKo0Nt98jjLnkEK6NinqSJj-3bM0SrXUkm5bOJL860oCEjquVAtjy1xLC0GOHzhqhodpGY-GhNniD9SKCO2YZeK1_Al1WuHYtZCHi8vjLa-bxGgYiWST944FRhzRHm9ZupBJdlMDUkCFfGuFaX2E6QAjPQ9fyeNY7Ef7KX4GkE0WJ72Z2in/s400/batch_1.jpg"/></a></div>How about them Oscars? I thought they were…fine. Truly, really fine. There were some nice moments. I enjoyed the past winners introducing each of the acting nominees. I liked Ken. I love love LOVED seeing Jodie Foster and her wife Alexandra Hedison attending their first Oscars together. But first, we start with the Straight Gals Acting Like Gay Gays, per ritual.
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<b>Annette Bening, Emma Stone & Lily Gladstone</b>
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Best Actress Cuddle Puddle
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<b>Regina King & Danielle Brooks</b>
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Shooting your shot on the red carpet.
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<b>Jamie Lee Curtis & Lupita Nyong'o</b>
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I included this photo because omfg Lupita’s back muscles.
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<b>Florence Pugh</b>
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I included this photo because omfg Flo’s everything.
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<b>Kerry Washington & Sandra Oh</b>
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If Kerry wanted to become an international assassin who falls in love/obsession with Sandra, I would watch that – but tell them to stay away from boat decks.
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<b>Emma Stone & Jennifer Lawrence & Sally Fields</b>
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Emma went May-December on her backstage makeouts.
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<b>America Ferrera & Gay Gals</b>
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I would watch an alternate universe Barbie where America’s Gloria runs off with Kate McKinnon’s Weird Barbie.
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I would also watch an alternate universe Barbie where America was Barbie and Billie Eilish was Ken.
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I would watch America, Lena Waithe and Cynthia Erivo read the phone book, among other things.
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<b>And the Best Lesbian Oscars Photo Goes To</b>
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Jodie and her wife Alexandra and Brandi Carlile & her wife Catherine Shepherd together at the Oscars after parties. Sometimes, it really does get better.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-106877799058585082024-03-11T00:30:00.000-07:002024-03-11T00:30:00.144-07:00Music Monday: Kenough Oscars<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" data-media-max-width="560"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">Ryan Gosling and the cast of "Barbie" perform "I'm Just Ken" at the <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Oscars?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#Oscars</a>. <a href="https://t.co/UNgGySGz3r">https://t.co/UNgGySGz3r</a> <a href="https://t.co/00hd0Jw8cy">pic.twitter.com/00hd0Jw8cy</a></p>— Variety (@Variety) <a href="https://twitter.com/Variety/status/1767001795316871516?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">March 11, 2024</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script>
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Look, as a lesbian it pains me to say this, but those Oscars could have done with a lot more Ken. Last night’s show was fine. I liked the smorgasbord of Oscar winners saluting Oscar nominees. But all the frontrunners won. And, again, they let a dude steal the show. But at least it was a dude who did a gender-flipped homage to Marilyn Monroe in “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.” Who also got some of the most talented women in the room to karaoke with him. So, you know, there’s that. Happy Monday, kittens.
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p.s. Don’t worry, I’ve now had Kenough and will have more Oscar thoughts for you tomorrow.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-81581158517754721612024-03-08T00:30:00.000-08:002024-03-08T00:30:00.130-08:00My Weekend Crush<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YgtLZCe-GSM?si=aG-mCmm9gHEzTOdB" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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Well, friends. I’m going to have a bit of a reflective weekend. My ex-wife and I officially filed for divorce this week. So, as Carol Aird would say – well, that’s that. I’m fine. I’m actually really relieved we were able to come to this decision jointly and largely amicably. And it feels good to be officially moving on to the next chapter, whatever that may hold.
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Thanks for being so supportive through <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2022/10/a-river.html" target="_blank">My Little Life Impolision</a>. It means more than I can express in words, letters and characters. Thankfully, we have Joni to help us in that department. And what is better than one Joni, but two Jonis? Think of it as “Both Sides,” then and now. So, again, thank you, kittens. And, well, that’s that. Happy weekend, all.
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Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-6283264859144125072024-03-07T00:30:00.000-08:002024-03-07T00:30:00.251-08:00Honeymoon Period<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsOoG1k5FQi_IlcD6lN_19Qty_tyiUM2elNViqPiEmFCszAwwhIv6HKV0n0wZtDv87WBbDHxdA8c_SZsuamzrte7aIuK9nFBaJE_1i3S8qMZvgMFvYHFf0O_9tD_3vqIIRF4PMc_wCuG6dMNmUzAtCO_IN3s75vtkim5OmGMthYHUiS2WFlHQ/s1000/Daily_NCISH1.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsOoG1k5FQi_IlcD6lN_19Qty_tyiUM2elNViqPiEmFCszAwwhIv6HKV0n0wZtDv87WBbDHxdA8c_SZsuamzrte7aIuK9nFBaJE_1i3S8qMZvgMFvYHFf0O_9tD_3vqIIRF4PMc_wCuG6dMNmUzAtCO_IN3s75vtkim5OmGMthYHUiS2WFlHQ/s400/Daily_NCISH1.jpg"/></a></div>Look, I don’t want to still be the person in this year of our Lesbian Jesus 2024 who gives out golf claps for major network shows that do the bare minimum when representing queer female couples. But can I just give a sincere golf clap to “NCIS: Hawaii” for finally remembering that Lucy and Whistler are the best/cutest/sexiest part of their show and they should put them together more, finally? Look, it’s still on CBS so we have to give them plenty of positive reinforcement. They’re new to all this, OK?
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The third season of the NCIS spinoff has been a rather light on the lady law enforcement ladies loving lady law enforcement ladies action until now. One small peck and a joke about mochi is all we got. But when I read the description for this week’s episode which said “the team goes undercover as newlyweds” and I knew, <i>I knew</i>, they just had put Yasmine Al-Bustami’s NCIS agent Lucy Tara and Tori Anderson’s FBI Special Agent Kate Whistler together for a mission of sapphic subterfuge.
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And they did! And it was great! And they bickered! And they kissed! On a balcony! With the freaking ocean as backdrop! And nary an eye was batted that they were playing <i>lesbian</i> newlyweds! See, CBS, you can do this.
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And then this scene? Casual/not casual discussion of wedding expectations from a queer standpoint and subtle reminder that not everyone is allowed to have the same dreams. Again, golf clap, CBS. Though, come on, there’s no way Lucy would have resisted climbing that tree at the beginning there as they were hiding.
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I’m going to need a lot more of these two this season, please. And more smooching. Look, you gotta earn those claps, CBS.
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Well, I’m still recovering from Super Tuesday (I had some election-related work that kept me busy yesterday). So how about you enjoy The Girls on the Bus instead this morning as all us primary states awake from the voting haze. The new show is based on a former NYT Hillary Clinton campaign reporter’s memoir about covering the race and stars “Supergirl” alum Melissa Benoist, Carla Gugino and more as fellow reporters on the trail.
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I know politics doesn’t feel very fun right now, because it isn’t fun. It’s life and death and the end of democracy stuff. So, instead, why not settle into a retelling of the 2016 election. I’m sure none of us have lingering PTSD about that or anything. I’ll be honest and say I’m not sure how much of this series I can stomach during another high stakes presidential election year. But I do see that at least one of the reporters is queer/into kissing girls. So, yeah, we’ll see if we can stomach the politics this time around. Admittedly, kissing hotties does help.
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Hello, would you like to laugh – not just at the inherent absurdity of our world, but really funny people? Wait, let me rephrase that, would you like to laugh at a bunch of really funny genderqueer people? Wait, let me rephrase that again, would you like to laugh <i>with</i> a bunch of really funny genderqueer people? Sorry, didn’t mean to come off like a bully about to stuff them into lockers…
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I’m excited to enjoy the mid-week pick me up of Hannah Gadsby’s new ensemble comedy special “Gender Agenda” which debuts today on Netflix. The special features ALOK, Chloe Petts, DeAnne Smith, Ashley Ward, Jes Tom, Mx. Dahlia Belle, and Krishna Istha. You might remember DeAnne as the creator of <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2010/09/storage-solutions-make-me-hot.html" target="_blank">that lesbian hummus cartoon</a> which, honestly, is still hilarious. Mostly I’m just excited to have Netflix platform more queer, trans and otherwise genderqueer folks instead of those transphobic asshats it keeps giving big contracts. Like Chappelle hasn’t been funny since George W. Bush was still in office, and yet.
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So, anyway, let’s all have a good laugh at his expense thanks to these very funny queers. For him it’s definitely <i>at</i> and not <i>with</i>.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-54793976975785123012024-03-04T00:30:00.000-08:002024-03-04T00:30:00.131-08:00Music Monday: Craving k.d.<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oXqPjx94YMg?si=rP-eDY7D3RUk9zKB" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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I was thinking about k.d. lang the other day. And I was thinking how in with our current class of queer music stars (boygenius, Renee Rapp, Janelle Monae et al) we sometimes overlook our O.G. butch lesbian icon. Like, “Constant Craving” probably awakened the nascent lesbian cravings of countless baby dykes. Yet k.d. doesn’t always get lumped into the same queer history conversations as a Melissa Etheridge or Ellen DeGeneres or Rosie O’Donnell. But, unlike those three, she couldn’t really hide her queerness. (Yes, of course, I realize the climate was different back then – I lived through the 90s thank you very much.) We haven’t really had a debonair queer crooner of her caliber emerge to fill the void. So I sincerely hope that k.d. rethinks her “<a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-49168221" target="_blank">semi-retirement</a>” and finds the muse to make music again. Perhaps, buoyed by our current wave of queer hitmakers, she might reemerge to get all the gay flowers she deserves. Otherwise, I’m sure we could find some willing tribute to try to help her find that muse again. Ahem. Happy Monday, kittens.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-10862287246012387012024-03-01T00:30:00.000-08:002024-03-01T00:30:00.258-08:00My Weekend Crush<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/97wg9zl9Eks?si=Bfp37sC3Dj4Swc9_" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
<p>With all this anticipation (or lack thereof) about upcoming movies this week, I thought I’d reshare some love for one you can watch right this very second. Delayed gratification is for suckers. So if you haven’t already, pop on over to <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bottoms-Rachel-Sennott/dp/B0CG8K2S4D" target="_blank">Amazon Prime</a> and find “<a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2023/09/movie-review-bottoms-up.html" target="_blank">Bottoms</a>.”
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If you didn’t catch it last summer at the cineplex, or if you did, you can now enjoy the face-punching hilarity of this ridiculous lesbian high school fight club comedy from the comfort of your own home. I rewatched it when it was released on streaming last month and can highly recommend the experience.
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I think what I enjoy most about this film is how it seamlessly fits into the pantheon of teenage hijinks movies. You can see its absurdist misfit teen lineage dating back to classic 80s fare like “The Breakfast Club” and “Weird Science.” And that makes me happy because it means, just maybe, queer cinematic narratives have finally moved on from coming out stories.
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I’ve mentioned before how queer narratives crossing over into other genres is an important step in representation -- especially works where we aren’t just the sassy BFF or beleaguered coworker, but the stars and emotional engines of the stories. When the only stories told about you are those of suffering or struggle, it cuts us off from the full spectrum of human experiences. Much like how stories about BIPOC people shouldn’t <i>only</i> be about racism, stories about queer people shouldn’t just be about homophobia, internalized or otherwise (and that goes doubly for BIPOC queer people’s stories). Yes, those stories are still important (as anyone watching school boards ban books that might possibly make its straight white students “uncomfortable” can attest). But they shouldn’t be our only stories, period.
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We’ve already conquered the lesbian period dramas, so much so that <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2021/04/my-weekend-crush_063314218.html" target="_blank">even SNL took notice</a>. And we’ve been pretty successful with the horror/suspense genre thanks to works like “The Haunting of Bly Manor” and the “Fear Street” trilogy. Now we’re seeing it happen in the horny teen comedy genre thanks to movies like “Blockers,” “Booksmart,” “Bottoms” (uh, what’s with all the single-word B movies, lesbians?) I am clearly also very excited for the new Be Gay, Do Crimes genre of “Love Lies Bleeding” and “Drive-Away Dolls” and would love to see lots more of that in our collective futures.
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So, as I was saying, reconnect with your inner high schooler and let the absurdity hit you right in the smacker. You won’t be sorry, though you might metaphorically lose a tooth. In a good way. Happy weekend, all.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-73712121600156804082024-02-29T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-29T00:30:00.185-08:00Strong Women in Film, Literally<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AULR_GPteNQ?si=R7Z_vam1SVB7ixwG" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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I guess this is the week where I sound off on movies coming soon. And I’ve gone from <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/02/chasing-french-girl.html" target="_blank">hatred</a>, to <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/02/run-to-cates-border.html" target="_blank">begrudging respect</a> to hot damn imma see this the first weekend I can. Continuing the new sapphic cinema trend of Be Gay, Do Crimes (hello, <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/02/slow-drive.html" target="_blank">Drive-Away Dolls</a>), is “Love Lies Bleeding.” Kristen Stewart talked about the movie and her motivation behind it at length in her <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/02/my-weekend-crush_019460696.html" target="_blank">Rolling Stone cover story</a>. But each <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/01/be-gay-do-crimes-movie.html" target="_blank">passing trailer</a> gets me more excited to see what kind of murderous muscled mayhem KStew and Katy O'Brian can get up together.
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Now, it’s not <i>just</i> the murderous muscled mayhem I’m here for. Make no mistake, I’m here for the <i>gay</i> murderous muscled mayhem I’m totally here for. Films about queer female relationships rarely let us see the destructive, clothes-ripping kind of lust that seems to be at the center of “Love Lies Bleeding.” And even if this is part of some hallucinatory fever-dream, can we just marvel at the unicorn-level queerness of this?
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And then the Hulk-smash hotness of this?
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Hello. Look, I’m in this for the story as much as anything. But, like I said, I am also sometimes deeply, deeply shallow. And this movie, well it just might satisfy both my brain and, well, other parts.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-50373194605751335532024-02-28T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-28T00:30:00.130-08:00Run to Cate's Border<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kgj7xBc3n-0?si=mjN89cY0i8lKJZXt" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe><p>
From a movie I’m <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/02/chasing-french-girl.html" target="_blank">definitely not seeing</a> to a movie I probably will see in spite of myself for one very specific reason. And I am sure you already know the reason. Say hello to “Borderlands,” the latest dystopian video game turned major motion picture but this time starring Cate Blanchett with a hot pink alternative lifestyle wig and a Han Solo hip holster. So, clearly, I am in.
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I am in despite the prominent pee and poop jokes in the trailer. Having Jamie Lee Curtis and Ariana Greenblatt (the daughter in “Barbie” and younger version of “Ahsoka”) in the cast helps. As do the briefest of trailer appearances by “Bound” legend Gina Gershon <i>and</i> “The L Word” alum Janina Gavankar.
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So, fine, yes – I will be watching this Mad Max-meets space western shoot ‘em up. And not only because Cate looks like this.
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And this.
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And this.
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I mean, mostly, but not the only reason. Look, we can’t always be deep. Sometimes it’s just fun to be deeply, deeply shallow.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-38273276917527969022024-02-27T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-27T00:30:00.344-08:00Chasing French Girl<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3i6de-RF3uA?si=-pCTnt9B9EHzJ0pp" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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Well, it’s been a bit since I posted a good, old-fashioned hate post. But I feel the new Zach Braff movie “French Girl” truly fits the occasion. Now, at first you might think, but it also stars Evelyne Brochu, and Evelyne Brochu is lovely. Yes, she is. But it’s a shame she’s stuck in a biphonic rom-com cliched mess. Pop the question before she switches teams? Yikes, Chasing Amy called from 1997 and it wants its jokes back. Also Vanessa Hudgens as the scheming, sexy bi romantic rival trying sneakily to get her ex back? Please, Evelyne would have never left Vanessa in the first place. Obviously. Anyway, it’s easy to see where the film wants our sympathies to lie (Poor Man, he’s out of his depth and unable to compete with the sexy, conniving bisexual!). Yawn. Like if you’re going to introduce a sexy queer ex, at least make it so you not-so-secretly root for her to win the girl “Happiest Season”-style. Or, I don't know, make the French Girl in question the star and one we care about. Not the dude. Never that dude. Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-88313372166680597272024-02-26T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-26T00:30:00.129-08:00Music Monday: Renee Redux<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/C_kPDIXBCWQ?si=PKhmNruHGPQAsY7P" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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<a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/01/good-rapp.html" target="_blank">Fine! FINE! Fiiiiiine!</a> I can’t stop singing this song. Can a gay girl get an amen? If this earworm refuses to let you go either, well, just relax into it and accept your fate. It’s not her fault after all. Happy Monday, kittens.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-45159355188784142992024-02-23T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-23T00:30:00.132-08:00My Weekend Crush<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCDJvEP_WxFaNALkiuROHNOPhx-OVbWr4lQ347f35nZ2EqTYmJj5dmv-nA4nmJBIBx2-imcIYOVb34v-iRasAIHy-6EByvzaRLH77UqNjkRsTuweTr9S5B3rfr_PvyUvM6SjFqe3hxwhMZabu1Acy9ebl5ibFcWUkpoKl4Lp_Bevc2TdFOplm/s1023/KStewRS1.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="1023" data-original-width="1023" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCDJvEP_WxFaNALkiuROHNOPhx-OVbWr4lQ347f35nZ2EqTYmJj5dmv-nA4nmJBIBx2-imcIYOVb34v-iRasAIHy-6EByvzaRLH77UqNjkRsTuweTr9S5B3rfr_PvyUvM6SjFqe3hxwhMZabu1Acy9ebl5ibFcWUkpoKl4Lp_Bevc2TdFOplm/s400/KStewRS1.jpg"/></a></div>We should probably talk about that Rolling Stone cover by Kristen Stewart. Since its release last week, right wingers have already had all of the aneurysms about its overly queer aesthetic (A woman! In a jock strap! With her hand…!) Kristen has already reveled in said conservative hyperventilating, and generally a jolly gay time was had by all (who aren’t conservative asshats).
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But what I really think that Rolling Stone cover is perhaps this generation’s “Yep, I’m Gay” Time magazine cover. Sure, it might not have the same overall cultural impact. But to queers in her age bracket? Maybe. Here she is intentionally, unapologetically doing “<a href="https://www.rollingstone.com/tv-movies/tv-movie-features/kristen-stewart-love-lies-bleeding-collaborations-fiancee-dylan-meyer-1234965161/" target="_blank">The Gayest Thing You’ve Ever Seen in Your Life</a>.” And here she is, intentionally, unapologetically and thoughtfully discussing her gay identity and gender norms and what it has been like for her in Hollywood and what she wants to do next. (Though, man, I wish the interviewer had asked her about “<a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2020/11/review-happiest-season.html" target="_blank">Happiest Season</a>,” her one bonafide queer role to date. Alas.)
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Still Kristen Stewart’s nonchalant “<a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-like-so-gay-dude.html" target="_blank">I'm, like, so gay, dude</a>” coming out during her SNL monologue typified a generational shift where we didn't need to announce things on magazine covers anymore. Yet here she is, again intentionally and unapologetically reminding people on a magazine cover. I dig it. I also love that she’s reading Jeanette Winterson. Same, girl, do you need to borrow any of her books?
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It’s all interesting, all very gay. Give the whole thing a read (<a href="https://archive.is/20240218170038/https://www.rollingstone.com/tv-movies/tv-movie-features/kristen-stewart-love-lies-bleeding-collaborations-fiancee-dylan-meyer-1234965161/#selection-1667.2-1667.13" target="_blank">Internet Archive version here</a> in case you hit that Rolling Stones paywall). And in the end, I think the takeaway is no one gets to define who Kristen Stewart is, not as a queer person not as an artist not as a celebrity, but Kristen Stewart. As it should be. Happy gayest weekend you’ve ever seen in your life, all. (Or at least a darn good one.)
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<p>Now <i>that</i> is how you play the long game. The production of the new lesbian road trip comedy “Drive-Away Dolls” lasted 17 years. Yes, you read that right. In the time it took this film to go from pre-production, <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-road.html" target="_blank">back in 2007 when it was still called “Drive-Away Dykes</a>,” to finished product about to be released this Friday is almost long enough to produce a whole adult person who can vote. But here we are, all these years later.
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I should probably back up. Back in 2007, <i>when <del>Barack Obama</del> George W Bush was still president</i>, ahem – the story was cooked up by one-half of the Cohen brothers, Ethan, and his wife Tricia Cooke. She <a href="https://www.moviemaker.com/drive-away-dolls-ethan-coen-tricia-cooke/" target="_blank">recently came out as a lesbian</a> (though identified as a lesbian even before marrying Ethan), but they remain together while both maintaining other partners. Anyway, she wanted to be able to make queer movies, and well that’s how “Drive-Away Dykes” (it’s original name) was born. Back then Selma Blair and Holly Hunter were bandied about as possible leads.
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Flash forward 17 years later, and Margaret Qualley (“Maid”) and Geraldine Viswanathan (“Blockers”) are leads, playing lesbian best friends who embark on a road trip where to say hijinks ensues would probably be an understatement. Beanie Feldstein stars as Margaret’s recent ex, who is also a cop (which my best guess is the role Holly would have otherwise played). And the movie also stars Colman Domingo, Pedro Pascal, Matt Damon and also maybe a hallucination of Miley Cyrus?
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Yeah, I don’t know why I’m just hearing about this movie again this week. The publicity department somewhere has fallen down on the job. Like, I’m even a member of GALECA, you gotta tip the gays off at least. And, can we talk about the serious lack of gay agenda in that trailer? Is this like the whole musicals hiding the fact that they’re musicals thing again, but with gay movies?
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Anyway, this looks fun, like a lot of fun. It gives off the same, slightly unhinged vibe as “<a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2023/09/movie-review-bottoms-up.html" target="_blank">Bottoms</a>,” where finally lesbian characters are more than just their coming out stories and instead are part of all movie genres because, again, we are everywhere and also quite funny. See you at the cineplex, lesbians.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-6507512644328357062024-02-21T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-21T00:30:00.137-08:00Good Night Country<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9OpwATc2fT3SHc6M5YTIjfeE7eYhP4Uyc0gAjql7zWM_c14dTQxrAYWJ6J99BeOo-4OUitvCKw-x4PcOiByEQV-JzVctwmWHrxDXUsvpqxAU3p61hSY_c5eprMg9QtkCBKjm5_X6jsV7LULBL_207F_r6E1sA5LT16r9HV-WJ4_9eM8gVqfc/s640/TrueDetective_Finale1.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9OpwATc2fT3SHc6M5YTIjfeE7eYhP4Uyc0gAjql7zWM_c14dTQxrAYWJ6J99BeOo-4OUitvCKw-x4PcOiByEQV-JzVctwmWHrxDXUsvpqxAU3p61hSY_c5eprMg9QtkCBKjm5_X6jsV7LULBL_207F_r6E1sA5LT16r9HV-WJ4_9eM8gVqfc/s400/TrueDetective_Finale1.png"/></a></div>So, I hope you’ve had a chance to watch the season finale of “True Detective: Night County” because hot damn do I want to talk about it. The series, while leaving some things purposefully ambiguous, stuck the landing as far as I’m concerned. No, it wasn’t perfect. But goodness was it satisfying.
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The fourth season of the anthology series was no doubt deeply gratifying for its intended audience. And I should know, because I am exactly that intended audience. A viewer who loves complex mystery narratives, but is bored by the genre’s tendency to mythologize its Complicated/Suffering Men.
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“Night Country” can best be read as a photo negative of the original “True Detective” a decade ago. That series was unapologetically all about its dual male leads, a male creator and male sensibilities (and self importance, ahem). So you can see why its fanboys might feel as if the new season is a huge departure with its dual female leads, female creator and similarly unapologetic female narratives. But, you know what fellas? We’re more than half the world’s population. You can watch one season about us, it won’t kill you. Probably.
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Season 4 creator Issa Lopez defly straddled the line between the sensible and the supernatural, leaving it up to us how we want to interpret everything we’ve seen. To guide our journey to whatever truth might be out there are Arctic Mulder/Scully archetypes in believer Navarro (Kali Reis) and skeptic Danvers (Jodie Foster). But the truth about Night Country is not all questions have an answer – just like in real life.
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Now, as is so tiresomely always the case, not everyone is thrilled about this shift to female-centered storytelling. Chief among the whiny men brigade is series creator Nic Pizzolatto, who spent last weekend reposting (and then deleting) post after post from <a href="https://ew.com/true-detective-night-country-star-slams-nic-pizzolatto-for-shady-posts-8594593" target="_blank">his fanboys criticizing the new season</a> of the anthology series (and, naturally, <a href="https://twitter.com/irlrubysparks/status/1759769105236734055" target="_blank">stroking his own ego</a> and other parts).
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It should be noted that Pizzolatto was not involved in any of the creative decisions in “Night Country.” And given what I’d read about him behind the scenes from his former glory days of Season 1, I continue to feel entirely justified in skipping his seasons. What can I say, thin-skinned pseudo-intellectual macho posturing just isn’t my thing. I’ll let Kali have <a href="https://twitter.com/KO_Reis86/status/1759811481560907922" target="_blank">the last word</a> (<a href="https://twitter.com/KO_Reis86/status/1760112841678270844" target="_blank">and then some</a>) because, um, you’ve seen what Kali looks like, right? I’ve also seen what Pizzolatto looks like, and that ain’t a fair fight – for him, obviously. Damn, girl.
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<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p lang="en" dir="ltr">🙄😐 That’s a damn shame…but hey I guess “if you don’t have anything good to share, shit on others” is the new wave 🤷🏽♀️ lol <a href="https://t.co/4EOvu0oPSu">https://t.co/4EOvu0oPSu</a></p>— Kali Reis (@KO_Reis86) <a href="https://twitter.com/KO_Reis86/status/1759811481560907922?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">February 20, 2024</a></blockquote> <script async src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" charset="utf-8"></script>
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<b>SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON FINALE AHEAD</b>
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Now that we all know how Annie K’s murder ties into the deaths of the male researchers at the Alaskan outpost, the show’s take on frontier justice feels at once familiar and invigorating. Vengeance stories are nothing new for men. There’s a whole comic named Punisher, after all. But female vengeance stories, they’re so fertile given the millennia of injustices at the hands of, you guessed it, men we have to draw from. So that was a real, fuck yeah moment for me when watching the finale.
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The other fuck yeah moment was the very, very end. That last image. The one people keep calling “ambiguous,” but I read as 100% stone-cold gay. That’s unequivocally Navarro appearing on Danver’s lake house deck. My interpretation is she came back, like Danvers said, from the Ice and they’re now living their best lives together. But it’s still just as gay if you read it as Navarro’s ghost coming back to visit – and not haunt – Danvers in a tranquil, romantic setting. Like, I don’t know if this is one of those cases of the straight world reading queer women through history as “just roommates” or “best gal pals.” But there is an unquestionably gay reading to the final scene which fulfills the unspoken promise of a series where both leads looked SO DAMN GAY the whole time. Like, even the most oblivious straight people must recognize Jodie and Kali’s aesthetics as capital L Lesbian, right?
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So, thoughts, theories? Honestly, even if I didn’t love the series it’d be worthwhile to have this female-fronted version because it makes all the right people mad. Luckily, I also loved the series. I mean, you get that many talented women together, how could you not? We’re watching, and we’re awake.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-66906240338374872562024-02-20T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-20T00:30:00.137-08:00Netflix & FiveEva<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uPK__NJsZJU?si=Bdj2rS8ygPtGojPr" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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I am so thrilled that “Girls5Eva” is returning for a third season, and on Netflix no less. I’m thrilled that more people are going to get a chance to finally discover this show (because who are we kidding, most people don’t have Peacock). Because I’m sure as soon as people watch this wonderfully ridiculous, wildly funny show (especially people who can still vividly remember the early 2000s) they’ll be hooked. I mean Sara Bareilles, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Busy Philipps and Paula Pell alone together on a show is great. But all of them together in a show from the team behind “30 Rock” (hey, Tina Fey, hey) is a maximum jokes per minute guffaw fest. And there's a lesbian in it (thanks, Paula). I know I plan to rewatch the whole series, and the new season, once it hits Netflix. Gonna be streaming, 5Eva starting March 14.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-71832544738478588112024-02-19T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-19T00:30:00.137-08:00Music Monday: The Beaches<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iZJJaMmQIXs?si=jsI-HH7MWAH5MXPw" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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So because I’m on TikTok too damn much, I’m well acquainted with this song. Our Canadian friends up north are, of course, already well acquainted with The Beaches. The all-female indie rock group features at least one (I think, help me out Canucks) queer member in <a href="https://www.thelineofbestfit.com/features/interviews/beaches-personal-reinvention" target="_blank">guitarist Leandra Earl</a>. This song is apparently inspired by her recent ex which, could you imagine if someone wrote such a killer hook about you? No wonder rock stars get all the chicks. Happy Monday, kittens.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-67110420179928529622024-02-16T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-16T00:30:00.135-08:00My Weekend (Wicked) Crush<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/F1dvX9Vs0ns?si=SPQxzkFKgEk0Ppb9" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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OK! Fine! I’m excited! I’m gay, I can’t help it! I don’t know why, but I wasn’t super excited for the film adaptation of Wicked. (Wait, I know why, Ariana Grande – which is probably unfair but the truth.) That is, I wasn’t super excited until I saw the trailer during the Super Bowl. Yes, I know, advertising works.
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I love how the world is at once so familiar and also brand new in all its gleaming fantasticalness. This is definitely not Kansas anymore. While you can’t truly judge based on just 1-minute of footage, what I see so far seems like a worthy successor (well, predecessor) to the merry old land of Oz.
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Also, how great does Cynthia Erivo look in Elphaba green? I love everything about her look, especially her glasses. And that reveal of her gravity defying high note? Entirely her own, and entirely amazing. It is thrilling to have <a href="https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/lifestyle/lifestyle-news/cynthia-erivo-identifying-queer-later-in-life-1235226346/" target="_blank">a queer star</a> in such an iconic role. Heck, I even think Ariana looks good. So, I guess I’m just gonna be over here impatiently tapping my ruby slippers until Thanksgiving. What? I’m not named Dorothy for nothing. Happy Wicked weekend, all.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-61839792146502999362024-02-15T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-15T00:30:00.252-08:00Second Vigil<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/annrNnZqjmE?si=5bAxb3JgPP1QUPKb" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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I’m going to start calling “Vigil” that show that does its darndest to keep Suranne Jones and Rose Leslie apart. Or at least, it looks like Season 2 has them apart again from the previews I’ve seen. But I don’t know for sure. Though at least they appear to be on land this time instead of under the sea. Also, how many military cases do the Scottish police involve themselves in? Do they need to open a Special Military Unit to go with their new <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2023/12/what-to-watch-annika.html" target="_blank">Marine Homicide Unit</a> (see what I did there, cross-pollinated my UK crime procedurals)?
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Other things I don’t know about the new season? Why Rose’s DS Longacre is pregnant – and apparently very pregnant. If her and Suranne’s DCI Silva are back together. (You can go ahead and spoil me on that point if you’ve watched already. It’ll help me set my expectations.) But I do hope Rose and Suranne at least have more screen time together, and not just in flashbacks. Either way, guess I’ll find out soon enough because the second season starts streaming today on Peacock. Yes, I know, go check to see if you get Peacock. And if you don’t, well, Gentleman Jack is still streaming on Max. Happy watching.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-3362810052229704912024-02-14T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-14T00:30:00.137-08:00Happy Galentine's Every Day<iframe width="400" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pYv1zjBOMew?si=r7Oy7rlg3dpD5L4Q" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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I know it was “officially” yesterday. But as a single gal I like to spread the Gospel of Galentine’s all year long. Also as a gay gal every day is basically Galentine’s. Watching this reminded me how lovely “Parks and Recreation” was and that maybe it’s time for a rewatch. During the Orange Stain’s administration I couldn’t because the show’s underlying optimism about the possibilities of public service (however ridiculous and hilarious) was too difficult to watch. I don’t know if it’s the best idea to restart now during another (sure to be) infernal election year featuring the very same stain on humanity. But maybe it’ll be a nice reminder. Good things are possible. Even on Valentine’s Day. May Cupid be gentle to you and your best gals today, kittens.
Dorothy Snarkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10143059192565751994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26871122.post-53932095678648343182024-02-13T00:30:00.000-08:002024-02-13T18:08:31.530-08:00Super Sellers<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmsd0jX2Jc1Vj5eNmFhsiFrdKFZ-6GNBxxLB5hNCHjvCmj51IClsWmjEorxVx1nRxhhoMRrX6VhdVK-iRK8uukbVt6Mh0Q3cv1gOTjokUDI0xTgGVtWkFeHojrT9szVaWnUnG3DB7lYpmJ6kFgOkLd6tj2ZZnsp28kitb0r2kFaWa-Dv57OBA/s780/SuperBette.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="780" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzmsd0jX2Jc1Vj5eNmFhsiFrdKFZ-6GNBxxLB5hNCHjvCmj51IClsWmjEorxVx1nRxhhoMRrX6VhdVK-iRK8uukbVt6Mh0Q3cv1gOTjokUDI0xTgGVtWkFeHojrT9szVaWnUnG3DB7lYpmJ6kFgOkLd6tj2ZZnsp28kitb0r2kFaWa-Dv57OBA/s400/SuperBette.jpg"/></a></div>Yes, yes. I watched/snacked my way through the Super Bowl. Like everyone did. It was, after all, the <a href="https://apnews.com/article/super-bowl-ratings-2024-chiefs-49ers-cbs-e2f0288ea474bd564ee4df430e41b8bd?taid=65caecca47c3790001f5c446" target="_blank">most watched TV program</a> in the history of television. (Thanks, Taylor.) And, yes, yes, I saw all the ads. While I basically enjoyed the whole Super Bowl extravaganza (despite rooting for the Niners - sorry, Taylor), I have to say with a few days perspective the whole thing has left me with a bit of a hangover. No, not from anything I consumed. Just from the conspicuous and existential consumption the whole spectacle has come to represent.
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I mean, any TV show that a significant percentage of people tune into specifically for the advertisements is starting in a bizarro world of consumption. And while celebrity stunt casting is nothing new in Super Bowl ads, the sheer volume of famous people willing to hawk basically anything and everything (cell service, facial moisturizer, auto insurance, literally mayonnaise) was a little shocking.
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Like, Patrick Stewart, you were in a gazillion Star Trek movies and shows, but you have to pretend to throw a cartoon child for a streaming service? And Arnold Schwarzenegger, you were the freaking governor of California! Come on, Tina Fey, I literally just paid almost $300 to see you live. Martin Fucking Scorsese? Is everyone broke? I mean, I get it, get paid or whatever. But, is there ever just enough for anyone?
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Plus, the trend of packing an ever-increasing number of random celebrities into commercials together (Is that Glenn Close? Oh, Pete Davidson again.) continues unabated. May this star-stuffing trend reaches its zenith soon before we’re all subjected to some 21st Generation “We Are the World” singalong for an athletic shoe brand. Honestly, there were so many celebrities in ads that they basically all blended together. Which is kind of hilarious because the whole point of paying these folks is to stand out from the crowd and instead it’s just one big blurry crowd.
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But, hey, it’s their $7 million to spend, I guess. Oh, yeah, that’s right. Each of those 30-second ads cost $7 million. I’ll try not to spiral too much while I think about what good could be done with $7 million that would last a whole lot more than 30 seconds for a whole lot more people.
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Also, don’t get me started on all the Jesus ads, particularly the Jesus Feet ads from those <a href="https://www.salon.com/2024/02/13/hobby-lobby-funded-jesus-super-bowl-ads-cant-hide-the-hate-that-fuels-the-christian-right/" target="_blank">anti-LGBTQ+, anti-abortion backers</a>. And that RFK Jr. ad, well, that anti-vax loon is no Jack Kennedy - that’s for damn sure.
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Look, I’m as susceptible to the bread and circus of late-stage capitalism as the next person. And, again, I totally watched and generally enjoyed the Super Bowl. I also ate, and generally enjoyed, a plate of chicken wings. But, I can’t help but think we all need some spiritual (but definitely not in the Jesus Feet way) Tums to deal with the queasy feelings brought forth by our annual spectacle of conspicuous consumption.
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Still, if we’re all gonna over-consume, I want equal representation! So while this Super Bowl wasn’t overtly gay in any way (sorry, Gaylors), we did have some famous family score tickets like Lady Gaga and Janelle Monae and Queen Latifah and Ice Spice. Sorry, fellas, looks like you really only got Tim Cook. Guess all the interesting gay boys were doing something else.
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As far as queer representation in the ads, we had a lesbian couple in VW’s “Here’s Our History (Just Not the Nazi stuff)” ad. And Kate McKinnon <a href="https://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2024/02/lesbian-mayonnaise.html" target="_blank">loves her mayo</a>. And Aubrey Plaza does the Dew (with Ron Swanson on a dragon which, yeah, OK, that extra celebrity cameo made me laugh). And Dan Levy tried to use reverse psychology to make us go to Homes.com, I think. I didn’t really get the point of his ads — was it to make a generally extremely likable famous person seem unlikable, because that’s what I got out of them.
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And, finally, there was Jennifer Beals. Actually, two Super Bowl ads this year referenced Jennifer’s iconic Flashdance dance (we all know the one, cue the water). The first was the animated one for Nerds, which then featured an influencer whose name I can’t remember as its celeb cameo. And then there was the T-Mobile ad with Jason Mamoa, the dudes from Scrubs and a surprise cameo by Jennifer and a garden hose. (See what I was saying about increasingly random celebrity cameos in ads?) Granted, I loved having a little Bette Porter representation during the Big Game. But, alas, the endless consumerism (in Vegas, no less) made me want to go find a quiet place to think it all over. Or, at the very least, find a moment to myself where no one was trying to sell me a single thing. Unless, that is, Jennifer wants to come over with her garden hose.
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