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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Toy Story 3 and duty

I saw Toy Story 3 (finally!) on Tuesday.

What a thrilling, emotionally satisfying, beautifully rendered, human film. The conflict that struck me the most was that of duty. (spoilers ahead) In the middle of the film, Woody has to choose between duty to his owner or duty to his friends--duty to the system and tradition versus his duty to the relationships in his life. He can go back to Andy's house to go to college with him, and a life that's safe although useless but to be displayed, as if on a pedestal, or he can attempt to save his friends from certain harm but risk being press-ganged and trapped in the process. If he tries and fails, he is unable to return to Andy, lacking the ways and means to move about and get things done that Andy does.

The similarities between Woody's struggle and the choices that women make in navigating their lives, their politics, and (sometimes) husbands made me sit up and watch this movie with fascination. As the end approached: what would the toys do? To where would they go? And the choice they made in the end--Bonnie's versus Sunnyside, where Barbie stayed! What does that say?

To answer those questions, a little background is in order. As I was a radical, socialist, red state high school feminist, Andrea Dworkin was formative in my thinking. In particular, Right-Wing Women asks the questions: Why do right-wing women agitate for their own subordination? How does the Right, controlled by men, enlist their participation and loyalty? And why do right-wing women truly hate the feminist struggle for equality? Those questions were crowding at my consciousness, and even now, their derivatives come up daily in my thinking. The answer that Dworkin supplies:

Right-wing women understand that their behavior hurt other women, but most importantly, places them on a pedestal for the admiration of one man in particular: their husband. This choice, whether conscious or subconscious, is actually the safe, intelligent choice.

We as an audience are given a look at life with Bonnie that is simple, generous, kind, and loved--her toys adore her, and she clearly has a good heart, having rescued Chuckles (and Woody, too). Having found this paradise once, it should be no surprise that Woody chooses to spirit himself and his friends off to this owner, to this "husband." It's Woody's devotion to Andy, his performance of and commitment to being the perfect toy (the perfect wife) that leads him away from Sunnyside and into Bonnie's home in the first place. And having found the perfect "husband," why waste something good for something that has a reality of being nasty and only the slight potential of reform (Sunnyside)? Rejecting Bonnie is dangerous. It places the toys at the mercy of a larger mechanism than themselves. Sunnyside renders a lot of agency useless, even if there is no master whose every demand needs to be met.

Here, we can look at Sunnyside as a wider society. More specifically, the ease with which it slides into horror and oppression is perfectly represented in the Caterpillar Room, a state which is reinforced not only by Lotso but also a host of other enforcers, all comfortable in their privilege of the Butterfly Room. A woman who rejects the protection of a potential or real husband by refusing to perform the roles of the perfect wife--the cautionary tale of Sunnyside and the Caterpillar Room is her lot.

The reform at the end of Toy Story 3 is really intriguing. It seems that Barbie is able to inspire Ken to give up parts of his privilege in favor of some nebulous form of (more) equality. Barbie seems to be some sort of antebellum social reformer, in the lines of prison reform, temperance, women's suffrage, and abolitionism. Indeed, Sunnyside is a prison, so what she does is nothing other than prison reform. But without Ken's support, his ways and means derived from his authority as a former enforcer, I don't see Barbie accomplishing what she did. Indeed, she would not have been safe enough to implement a lot of these changes if Ken had not defied Lotso--in Barbie's case, then, Ken has taken over part of her ownership in protecting her.

This scenario then calls into question the role of the oppressor in progressive movements and in reform; Toy Story 3 says it can be for the greater good both of a society and to the individuals who find a good, decent protector (or protectress, for Bonnie).

We get the best of both worlds in this movie. Woody's two duties, to his owner(s) and to his friends (the group grows to include the rest of the toys at Sunnyside, with whom Woody and Co. do feel some sort of solidarity), are both fulfilled. Woody and Co. become useful again to Andy by allowing him to pass his beloved toys on, they find a new owner and make themselves fundamentally useful again as toys to be enjoyed, and Barbie stays behind to make sure the Sunnyside toys also get to experience some of the same joy and security that comes from being owned and wanted, but institutionalized.

This ending is why Toy Story 3 remains a children's movie.


Here's what some other people thought this movie said about society (emphasis mine):
The film begins with Woody trying to defend a crumbling system of communism (presumably the Soviet Union). Toys have a duty to their owners, he argues. The owner is a personified totalitarian state (Stalin?) — he decides what the toys do and the toys are not permitted to escape....Communism having collapsed, the toys emigrate to Sunnyside (the US, that nation of immigrants), which leader Lotso depicts as a libertarian paradise. In his introductory he speech, he touts the joys of self-ownership and interacting with children through the market (new children are constantly replacing old ones, maximizing the efficiency of the toys), as well as the improved material comforts his system brings (the repair depot, the dream house)....Ken and Barbie now lead Sunnyside, making it a “fun and groovy” socialist utopia. --The Political Philosophy of Toy Story 3
As social commentary, Toy Story 3 is provocative but vague, even unrealized. Lots-o'-Huggin' Bear's torment of Woody's friends by locking them in with the daycare's younger and considerably less kind children suggests something of a slave trade. Their nightmare imprisonment is practically a statement on gentrification, as you get a sense of the rich life Lots-o'-Huggin' and his cronies enjoy being impossible without other, less fortunate toys wasting away in less desirable, impoverished conditions. (There's no "in" for the undesirables, just one way "out": the trash.) The scenario is evocative, suggestive of a New York City street with a Whole Foods and expensive luxury rentals on one side and the projects on the other, but the correlation the film makes to real-life urban gentrification ultimately feels tacky because the way justice comes to Sunnyside has no correlative in Harlem. (slant mag)
But the movie is all about identity and what do you become when everything you knew is gone?....I could go all day about the prison metaphors, the fact that Woody himself was always kind of obsolete as far as toys go, or entertain excessive discourses about Big Baby, the scariest toy in all three Toy Story movies. And then there’s the fact that the Ken doll (Michael Keaton) is one thousand percent gay and no one in the movie (and probably, a good chunk of the audience) has any idea. So I suppose you can add mob mentalities, closet cases, and the like to the list of Pixar’s storytelling devices. (The Faster Times)
The shocking parallels to the Holocaust in Toy Story 3 begin just moments after the opening playtime set piece. Andy is seventeen and about to leave for college. These toys are left behind, just as host nations left behind the Jews as the Third Reich conquered Europe. --Toy Story 3 as Zionist Text

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Here's a thought and a lovely photo of the day to end this giant post:

What are the nature of my duties?


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Monday, January 11, 2010

voyeurism

In the US, there's a sort of shame surrounding voyeurism. Peeping toms are creepy for invading the private (sex) lives of others. Yet there's absolutely no shame in (heterosexual) displays of affection in public.

When I was working in the photo lab last semester, an older friend told me about voyeurism in Japan. Not only are there tv shows that serve only to titillate (which is not so different from reality tv shows here, but those are focused more on relationship drama than solely sex) but apparently men will go to parks where young couples have sex, in public, and sometimes even touch the girls during copulation. There also are vending machines that sell used panties. How strange, especially in a culture without any display of affection between couples and where laughing is considered obscene! Perhaps, though, it is not so strange after all.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

the biological clock is ticking

A former classmate of mine is getting married. E.T. told me about this two days ago but it didn't really hit me until I saw wedding dress photos on Facebook today. How strange to think that in a few years, many more of my classmates will be married or will have popped out or sired kids. There's a divide that comes heavily down between those with kids and those who are child-less. God forbid I ever fall into the first category.

It doesn't make me any less bewildered, however.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

ghost town?

Supposedly Triplett, Missouri is a ghost town, in the sense that many people used to live there and now very few do. A place for photography during my long winter break?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well

Yay Black Friday!
This is what I came home to find on the kitchen counter:
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You could say my family heartily endorses recreational drinking.

I didn't plan on spending money, but did anyway. I even bought a skirt from Wal-mart, from their Miley Cyrus/Max Azria collaboration. the quality of the stuff is (surprisingly, to me) pretty good. I found the skirt that I'd been looking for. I don't discriminate when it comes to clothes!

Monday, July 20, 2009

I was going to post the new Acne underwear campaign

Remember the Spring/Summer 2009 campaign?

But then I found this one from Fall/Winter 2008.



It's Freddie Stroma:

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AKA Cormac McLaggen:

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Whodathunkit?

Friday, July 17, 2009

they should just ask me to do it

when I was doing my latest movie post, I couldn't find a movie poster for An Education, so I just picked out my favorite movie still. Guess what? They made that still into the movie poster!


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I think they did a great job with the poster. particularly love the cutouts at the bottom. however. is that a weird-ass photoshop job I see? Did they remove Peter Sarsgaard's hand through photoshop? jesus, people. his hand's not THAT ugly. compare:

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Taste these teeth please/And undress me from these sweaters better hurry/Cause I'm keeping upward bound now/Oh maybe I'll build my house on your cloud

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Today, I drive my mom's car to where I volunteer. I lock the car, file, sort, and organize for 3 hours, and then happily go back to the parking lot (via the BACK DOOR today, since I finally got the code to unlock it) to drive home. Too bad the car alarms start blaring. I quickly look around the parking lot. Didn't anyone hear this and want to come out and investigate? The alarm dies after about 60 seconds of chaos. I cautiously try again. The alarm starts up. This cycle repeats about two more times.

At this point most people probably would have given up. But I soldier on through. And finally start the car without all hell breaking loose.

My question is as follows: What the hell are car alarms for if not to tell people that THIS CAR IS BEING TAMPERED WITH, here? Everyone is so immune to them that I could have actually been breaking in, and nobody would have cared. In fact, a man came out of the office across the street, saw me trying in vain to stop this alarm, and all he did was smile at me and then drive off in his own car.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

movies I want to see (looooong list)



I know, I know. Robert Pattinson.

But you know what, I find him oddly endearing. After all, he seems to be popping up in fashion magazines at an alarming rate.

However, it's Dali. And Lorca.

And apparently "there were all these Spanish electricians giggling to themselves" during the shooting of a sex scene. I do find Pattinson's responses to that interview (linked in the previous sentence) juvenile, but hey, I'll give the dude a break. Also, director Paul Morrison, who was nominated for a Best Foreign Language Oscar, says Pattinson has the ability and talent. Okay.



Although the 'stache does make me giggle:


And here is the (cheesy) trailer:


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Alien invasion. Cars being blown up. Sorry Channing Tatum, but I'm going to take the sequel over the new franchise this time around.

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Self-explanatory. Still waiting for the Pixar with a female lead, however.

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Christian Bale makes another appearance. Oh wait, so does Channing Tatum. Damn. Wait. He plays "Pretty Boy Floyd." Maybe I'll be okay. (Well, who am I kidding. The dude used to model. I don't mind looking at him.) And hey, wait, did I forget to mention the dude who's on the poster?

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I love this poster. It's so photoshopped. Also, it's no longer Nc-17? Officially an R.

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Joshep G-L is SO HOT. Check. this. out:










You know me. I'm a sucker for those fashion magazine spreads. Those black and white Vman ones especially.