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Beth Gibbons smoking.

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Toronto Reference Library is doing a (free!) screening of Man On Wire August 3rd at 2pm.

Breillat!

Catherine Breillat is a brilliant director, I haven't seen that many of her films but the works I have seen has struck me as incredibly brave and masterful. On top of that, Breillat is always pissing people off with her explicit depictions of sexuality and violence. This month Cinematheque Ontario is doing a retrospective on Breillat's works titled Anatomies of Desire. I'm most likely going to watch Bluebeard and The Last Mistress, which is playing this Thursday and August 9th respectively.

Bluebeard

Barbe bleue is a “brilliantly written, exquisitely realized feminist reworking of the cautionary mixed message in Charles Perrault’s fairy tale” (Amy Taubin, Artforum). Narrated by two young sisters huddled away in their attic to read the titular tale, the film unfolds from their imaginations like a stylized seventeenth-century pageant play reminiscent of Demy’s Peau d’âne and Rohmer’s Perceval le Gallois. Naïve and courageous Marie-Christine (Lola Créton and her dancing big brown eyes) is the young, impoverished girl willing to wed the big, bearded brute (Dominique Thomas) in order to save her family from starvation and ruin. Breillat’s touch is in every detail, and her characteristic insights into the psychology of female desire, curiosity, fantasy and sibling rivalry—a curious parallel universe is created between the sisters reading the book and the fairytale sisters separated by marriage—are at the core of the film, yet Barbe Bleue is noticeably devoid of the explicit sex and sex talk that have come to define the director’s reputation. “I can't think of a better image to represent Breillat's cinema en toto than a shot of the massive, shirtless Bluebeard being watched unnoticed by his waif, virgin wife. Brilliant film” (Darren Hughes, Long Pauses).

Top three photos: The Last Mistress, last photo: Bluebeard.

Thelma & Louise

Thelma & Louise is a totally kick ass film in which two heroines lead us through danger, adventure and crime through the desert in their '66 Thunderbird. This film definitely passes The Bechdel Test, meaning: (1) it has to have at least two women in it, who (2) who talk to each other, about (3) something besides a man.
At first, Thelma drove me nuts but she does eventually redeem her self through some hilarious badassery. So, if you haven't seen this movie yet, get on it! It's an essential feminist film. Also check out Essential Films by Women, people on Mubi.com make such great lists.

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Rosemary's Baby, 1968.

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This wisdom teeth thing is bullshit, I am so hungry. I'm sick of eating nothing but green tea ice cream and masturbating out of boredom. Somebody get me a bloody rare steak and stronger painkillers, please?

Top to bottom:
The Ham. 1875, Edouard Manet.
Still Life with Meat and Eggs, 1918. Felix Vallotton.
Still Life, the Joint of Meat. 1864. Claude Monet.

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1. Some poor dude had a stroke in the middle of Inception, weird shit always happens when I see movies at Rainbow Cinema, one time my friend and I went to see some cheesy movie for middle aged folks but instead they showed Saw 4 by accident. I try on Amy K's "Rolex" while we wait for the ambulance to arrive. 2. Fajitas and $3 beers with the Ryerson fashion girls, Tortilla Flats on Wednesdays, you should go. 3,4. Smoke's poutinerie with Amy K, trying on her vintage sunglasses, she always gets the sickest shit from Kitchener. 4. Tasseomancy at Poor Pilgrims, a free concert series on Toronto Island. 5. Hipster spotting during Poor Pilgrims, dog backpack? I say cool. Mark Peckmezian says lame. 6, 7. Picastro and Jeff Garcia's art installation Buried Boomboxes at Poor Pilgrims. 8. Creeping on my boss's baby. 9, 10. Nature walks and suit + longboard shopping with Tim, we check out the Share Your G20 Stories Wall on Oxford St. across from Longboard Living Gallery.