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Monday, May 02, 2011

Gender Ambiguity and Judith Butler : Gender Trouble; Bodies That Matter; Undoing Gender; Giving An Account of Oneself

Breaking Dawn Photo Shoot=Summit

Judith Butler

Judith Butler Illustration
Undoing Gender
Bodies That Matter
I am at a loss as to why Scummit would release the above photo of Edward and Bella from the Breaking Dawn shoot. At robsessed there has been a lot of discussion about gender ambiguity, especially as it concerns Rob and the way young men perceive him, talk about him, shun his films, etc. I don't think he has ever been photographed any more femme than in this one, so why would they do it? Do they not see? And the oooohs of the young fans (young?) over this one in the comments following it  are very enthusiastic and drooley.   Are they releasing it to appeal to gay men and gay women? Conscious or unconscious? 


As simply as possible Butler is analyzing gender as socially constructed and she is speaking about the body, the mind, gestures, thinking, and all performative signs indicating gender. Now these signs are becoming mixed, they are acting as masks, or they are simply empty signs. 
Gender Trouble




Let's look at male six-packs. Rob has said he thinks all that is silly but he is willing to work out for a role. A six-pack is a butch, macho, male sign. Without it you are considered femme, unmanly. It is also considered as an inverse sign, a mask of masculinity, masking an underlying femininity. Are you with me so far?


Women have now given up the cast down eyes, the submissive gestures, but they have also botoxed their faces, plumped their lips, and had silicone injected in their breasts to enlarge them and produce cleavage. Not seductive cleavage, but produced cleavage to signal a sex sign of femme. 
Gender is no longer sexed. Anything goes. Justin Timberlake in Social Network as Sean Parker played Parker as emitting transsexual signs. The way Rob stubbed out his cigarette in Remember Me was drag. Men and women are playing at this. Kristen signals masculine signs in aggressive gestures sometimes. Her approach to her career has been active, while Rob's has been passive. 


David Bowie Ground Control to Major Tom youtube
These are all the things Judith Butler is writing, speaking, lecturing and teaching. She will be at Columbia in the spring semester of 2012 and 2013 in comparative literature.  She is a visiting professor and is actively being wooed to leave Berkeley to come to New York. Anyone who is in the area, I suggest you find a way to attend her lectures. Usually someone of this prominence often has open lectures that can be attended by people not studying for credit. 











Saturday, April 30, 2011

Twilight was/is an EVENT and Water For Elephants is a Movie


Rob and Tai WFE
  • I think Reese herself only took $2M up front, betting on backend points. Her willingness to take a drastic cut is what got the film off the ground and drew in Christoph and Rob. I think the entire gang was ready to put art over commerce, too bad Fox didn't follow their lead!
  • I hadn't heard that but it doesn't surprise me. A lot of times actors will forgo their big salaries in order to get a film up off the ground. And some absolutely will not. No pay. No play.
    And like your friend and mine has said, the big studios cannot, will not take chances. They speak in lofty pladitudes, but their shingle's out for business for one reason and one reason only...coin. And while we cannot predict audiences, one sure bet is that they don't run to the cinema in droves to see R rated, gritty dramas with high sexual content. So what's a big studio to do? Raise the bar on them or give 'em what they want? And Rob's figured this game out. He goes to work for the majors, he's compromising. But compromising in those instances will allow him to go back into the world of independents and/or avante guard in which he can set his inner artiste loose. It's a game and those who learn how to play it...survive. Those who don't...don't.Loisada and 1 more liked this 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Review: Water For Elephants








A Great Review from Total Film Magazine and Funny Too! The last 2 pages are the ones to read. Click on the pics and then click again in photobucket to enlarge.



http://www.robsessedpattinson.com/2011/04/robert-pattinson-water-for-elephants_09.html





IMO I think this review is exceptionally intelligent and a very accurate assessment. It is also hilariously funny, witty and snarky.  What a pleasure after reading mainstream media boring garbage and all those professional smilers interviewing Rob Pattinson along with Reese to show how great they look together. Fox is following Scummit in their pimping of Rob to sell the tickets. Cronenberg has swiped at Francis Lawrence when he criticizes Waltz for leaving his Freud and Jung cast to do WFE, the big budget Hollywood mass pleaser entertainment. Long after WFE is being sold at yard sales, Cronenberg's Freud and Jung film will still be a collector's item and a classic after we are all dead. The reviewer's assessment of a watered down Landa, a still smouldering Rob and Reese with a brand new set of tricks and skills. Wow!

Of course the real star will be Tai the elephant.

Gruen's book is an inch above the young adult shelf, but that's probably where most readers fit anyway. At least for the best sellers that will be in the bin in a possible future in the thrift stores, along with all the rest of those mass best sellers:Edna Ferber, Taylor Caldwell, Frank Yerby, Uris et al.  Go to Amazon and read reviews if you want to know more. Her strength is her research on 1930's circuses and the grainy photos included. This part pimps the book just fine.

And now for Baudrillard's assessment of this kind of film. The elaborate set for shooting was composed of 150% of authentic objects of 1930's vintage. Nothing was modern. All was more real than real. In fact the recreated circus set was a simulacrum.

A simulacrum is defined as a copy having no original. Baudrillard writes and says that this historical perfectness in being more historically real than historically real, read hyperreal, is just another piece of reality being stolen from us in homeopathic doses. For those left living who remember what those times were like, their memories will be effaced, wiped out by the overlay of this simulacrum set for the film.

So folks, this is nostalgia being fed to us by Hollywood presents. And the ticket buyers are going to eat it up. Can't you just hear the ooohs and ahhhs now.


Saturday, March 12, 2011

Vanity Fair Interview:Rob Pattinson 3-11


Most Rob fans don't like this interview but don't seem to know exactly why except for the fact that many redundant questions are asked.


Foucauldian thought looks at it from a different POV. In Foucault's 1974-75 Abnormal Lectures at the College de France he goes into great detail about the genealogy of confession beginning with the Inquisition. In Western Civilization the Roman Catholic Church began persecuting heretics in the 12th century continuing until the early 19th century.


Confession was afterward initiated to probe the minds of members of the church by their village priests and began to be incorporated into the hierarchy. Eventually confession landed on the psychoanalyst's couch where it continues today. The practice is widespread and completely accepted in our modern times. Confession is the accepted prevailing Discourse for the interview. The confession is to be extracted from the interviewed object by the interviewer subject. Extracted confession is the important term to be understood.


"...when I join the nosy chorus asking if his on screen love mirrors his relationship in real life," Pattinson says laughing, Are you asking me if I'm really a vampire?

"As I wait for an answer, Pattinson literally starts squirming, Yes. Um. No, not really, he says, It's pretty hard to...It's just very traumatic, he says cryptically."

The interviewer is asking whether he is fucking Kristen Stewart. Confession was initiated to probe sexuality to root out the heresies of Catharism and along with analysis sex continues to be of prime interest in interviews and on the couch. Vanity Fair's interviewer is extracting the confession, a Discourse that began in the 12th century. The interviewer is also torturing Pattinson as she waits for an answer while he squirms.


It is clear that she has made him uncomfortable and has no intention of doing otherwise.


Going back to his first response, Are you asking me if I'm really a vampire? he is expressing his feelings unconsciously. Switching from a Foucault reading to Lacan we can invert his sentence: I am asking you if you are really a vampire. Yes, Rob, you are telling the interviewer she is a vampire and the interviewer really is a vampire. That is exactly what you are saying. To extract a confession you must be pierced, crushed sometimes, and the confession pulled out, extracted, from the unwilling but complicit object that is being tortured, however politely and according to custom. An analyst trained in Lacanian listening will hear what he is saying. (Remember Bush 1 and his astonishment at the bar-code? Bar being the name his wife is known by. Read Diane Rubenstein for a long discussion on this.) But Rob is squirming because he has not heard what he really said and so instead of sitting calmly he is squirming.


And the bitch doesn't stop. "I mean, are you very intense about each other?" Oh, I don't know, "he says finally." She's really cool. Even before I knew her I thought she was a really good actress. Like, I saw Into the Wild, and I thought she was really good in that. ....And then he goes on to say that when all this is over things can go back to some sort of normality.


Baudrillard has interesting things to say about the interview situation, especially since he has given many of them. Essentially he says that what he has said about the hostage situation applies to the interview. The interviewer and the interviewee are in complicity.


Rob is complicit in this interview. He is allowing himself to be tortured. When asked the same kind of question by her recent Vogue interviewer, Kristen replied, That's not my job. She didn't squirm, she responded assertively, a tad aggressively in fact, as the interviewer had no right to be trying to extract a sexual confession out of her. Kristen is not complicit, so with her the hostage analogy does not apply in quite the same way.


Ramping up confession and torture please turn to my review of Inglourious Basterds Part 6 posted down on this blog. It's from the very first scene of IB, another masterpiece by Tarantino. An excerpt:


But back to the first scene of IB. Landa knows and he could just simply have his officers rape the farmer's daughters, torture them in front of him until he tells, shoot them all, whatever. But no, he sits down to drink a glass of fresh milk, chat a little over tobacco, and squeeze more fear into his victim. Because the farmer knows he knows but hopes he doesn't. His careful performance is perfection. His eyes get stony with protective cover. He sweats and Christoph Waltz watches with pleasure and he tightens his hold. They speak English, so the Jews underneath won't understand. He reaches a climax where he tells him ever so charmingly that he will take his family in for interrogation or he can just indicate with a nod where they are hiding. The French peasant is known for his astuteness, and this one needs no prodding. He knows what will happen to his young and beautiful daughters. He knows the Jews down below are doomed anyway. Now he is being asked to become a collaborator, to sully his soul, to do such a despicable act that he will forever torture himself afterward. (Think Sophie's Choice.) Now this is violence. He is asking him to be Judas. His reward is not 30 pieces of silver, but the safety of his daughters. He can berate himself the rest of his life by weighing the two alternatives and BTW Corrie Ten Boom had Jews hidden in her house walls and wouldn't tell and she and her family and all the Jews went to a camp. But that's another story.


So this nice polite well thought of interviewer for Vanity Fair is really in collusion with her more violent comrades in arms. She has performed an evil act. It is transparent and condoned and accepted by all and sundry. It is even published and paid for.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Archetypes of Beauty:Rob Pattinson, Hedy Lamarr, Greta Garbo

Rob Pattinson in Car in Rio
I think that beauty offers two categories:the beautiful and the archetype. The archetype is Other, otherworldly, timeless, somehow austere and pure, androgynous. Beauty obeys fashion and fashion for faces changes with the time and era. Liz Taylor just misses being in the archetype category but only in my opinion. Ava Gardner? Very close. James Dean appears to just miss if you look at him next to Pattinson. This classic and timeless face is rare.


All three are recognizable I think. Garbo stopped going out as she aged because she was so disturbed when people were so disturbed by her aging. Hedy Lamarr lived her last 40 years worrying about her rent. Lamarr invented the concept of frequency change for coding messages in World War II. It is what allows wireless and cell phones today but she never made a dime from it. Sontag considers Garbo's face vacant and we all know what zillions have said about Pattinson.


For more about Hedy Lamarr that will surprise you:
http://tinyurl.com/6jc6k4h "Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid." - Hedy Lamarr

Lamarr is right if you read this remark through Baudrillard. An image stripped of all meaning, all cultural baggage is only pure appearance. The enigmatic object looks at the camera lens as the lens looks at it. The object does not pose, provide meaning, the object simply is there. Few faces are able to do this. Hedy is saying she is not there. Her intelligence, her self, her feelings, her thoughts, her anything just disappears. She is not there. She is just standing there like any object:stupid. A tree is stupid as is a rock as is the sky.



Edward is standing there stupid then. Only his face, his vampire face, looking at you with The Gaze.


Deleted Ending for Vanity Fair Film with Reese Witherspoon DVD
Garbo was so perfectly beautiful. More beautiful than beautiful; therefore,hyperbeautiful. Is hyperbeautiful the same as archetype beauty? I think Rob's hyperbeautiful face was what got his scene deleted from the Vanity Fair film. Reese Witherspoon looked as if she were in drag next to him. The men all looked dead. This deleted scene was to look at cloning and Death. That could not be allowed.

This type of beauty is closely allied with Camp. On Sontag: The Androgyne is certainly one of the great images of Camp sensibility. ...the haunting androgynous vacancy behind the perfect beauty of Greta Garbo. Here, Camp taste draws on a mostly unacknowledged truth of taste: the most refined form of sexual attractiveness (as well as the most refined form of sexual pleasure) consists in going against the grain of one's sex. What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.


Beauty is not negotiable since its radiance simply emerges irrespective of any efforts made to deserve it, and no one can offer it its equivalent. Its annihilation it must perform itself. (Baudrillard - Cool Memories 1980-85 p. 96)
And another beautiful male archetype of beauty


Antonin Artaud - Beautiful, Tortured, Mad, Genius, Delirious, Perfect

Friday, March 04, 2011

Vanity Fair March 2011 cover Rob Pattinson

An old-fashioned young man went fishing one day. He caught a huge fish. It was so big and heavy that he had to sling it across his shoulders to carry it home. It became an Albatross around his neck just like the Ancient Mariner. It was as tough as shoe leather and had vicious teeth that could bite him, tear him to pieces and even kill him. Did he catch the fish? Maybe it caught him.

Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea caught a gigantic fish. In bringing it home it was eaten by sharks, torn apart day after day. Until when he came home, only the skeleton remained, all goodness stripped from the gift from the sea by the sea.

Jesus carried his cross, beaten and bloody and was nailed on it. A sacrificial willing victim to fulfill the prophecy of Isaiah.

Steinbeck's Kino opening oysters day after day at last found the Pearl of the World. Unable to exchange it for its worth he threw it back into the sea.

There is only one world. You have only one life. Neither one of these can be exchanged since there is only one. Baudrillard calls this Impossible Exchange. However, Virtual Reality can steal both of them. Baudrillard calls this The Perfect Crime.

The young man found a girl. As David in the film David and Lisa says, "A pearl of a girl."

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A Letter for Jaycee Dugard From Another Rape Victim

A blogger posted this on another site instead of here. I have her permission to post it here as a blog for Jaycee Dugard. She was raped constantly as a child.

15, 2009 10:05 PM | REPLY
I do love cats, too. All animals.

I was trying to go to sleep just now, and I couldn't stop thinking about what I could possibly say about Jaycee's case.

And then I realized, I'll bet I know what she daydreamed about sometimes.

I used to daydream all the time as a child about a safe place, a place I could hide where no one would find me, where no one could hurt me. I used to take great joy in daydreaming about hearing the footsteps of the people who were coming to hurt me, and they were looking for me, but I was safely hidden, and they would never find me. I was hidden with enough to eat, and warm blankets, and I was happy and cozy and most of all safe.

I read that abused children often daydream of survival, like my daydreams that I had. So I was thinking, I'll bet she daydreamed of safe places too sometimes.

I think when the worst hits, when peak oil really socks us in the stomach, we will all be doing a lot of daydreaming about survival. We will be dreaming of a place where the civil war or the riots won't reach us, a place where we have enough power/energy, enough food, enough of everything we need to survive and be happy.

I was just thinking, the people who hate based on race or religion or gender, are really only dabbling in hate. You see, I hate so deeply that I don't want only one race or gender to cease to exist, I want all of humanity to cease to exist. I won't take any action to achieve those ends beyond not having any children of my own, but if enough of us came to that conclusion, if enough of us hated that deeply, we might just cease to exist.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Brad Pitt and Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds and Aldo Ray Part 7

Continuing at Huff Po is another small minded review of Inglourious Basterds http://tinyurl.com/nyeqfc . This one is called: The Problem With Tarantino: He Has Nothing to Say where he goes on to talk about Tarantino's lack of morality. Does he mean preachy morality? So many criticisms of Brad Pitt's portrayal of Aldo Raine that my disgust increases.

Here's the deconstruction of Pitt's Aldo Raine. It is a moving, funny, tender memorial to Aldo Ray, a Hollywood actor who always turned in an excellent performance, and who rarely played the leading man. Aldo Ray was 18 in 1944 when he joined the Navy and was a Frogman and served in the battle of Okinawa. He was in many movies from the late 40's, through the 50's and 60's (see wiki link at bottom) and did radio but mostly disappeared in old age. When he died in 1991 at 64, his small town Crockett, CA. honored him but that was all the tribute he got. A major film of his was Miss Sadie Thompson with none other than Rita Hayworth. It was based on a story by Somerset Maugham titled Rain. He was known for his war roles and tough guy roles and gravelly voice. In later years he played redneck parts. And so we see how carefully and subtly Tarantino and Brad Pitt, without fanfare, constructed this memorial to Ray. The rope burn on Aldo Raine's neck probably is a sign for something, but I am not sure. The scalps probably refer to Pitt's role in Legends of the Fall.

What a lovely thing to do. People who have nothing to say don't do this. And without announcing it to accept applause, but quietly letting you learn how to decode a film on your own. And to make fun of film buffs in the know as the raison d'etre of a film is puerile pejorative rubbish.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldo_Ray

Saturday, August 29, 2009

INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS Review Part 6

Back to violence. Now there is splashy violence and then there is insidious,evil violence. They are two different things. One is subtle, the other is not. Insidious violence occurs in your life every day. Do you see it? Or are you blind and asleep?

An example of terrible violence done to a soul is in the first scene. Waltz knows that his dairy farmer peasant victim has hidden the family of Jews. He knows it in his gut because he connects lots of dots. The way the UC Berkeley officer knew something was wrong with the two children which led to Jaycee's rescue after eighteen years of hell. Now there's a case of both kinds of evil. Her daughters sound autistic. Who will rescue them?

But back to the first scene of IB. Landa knows and he could just simply have his officers rape the farmer's daughters, torture them in front of him until he tells, shoot them all, whatever. But no, he sits down to drink a glass of fresh milk, chat a little over tobacco, and squeeze more fear into his victim. Because the farmer knows he knows but hopes he doesn't. His careful performance is perfection. His eyes get stony with protective cover. He sweats and Christoph Waltz watches with pleasure and he tightens his hold. They speak English, so the Jews underneath won't understand. He reaches a climax where he tells him ever so charmingly that he can take his family in for interrogation or he can just indicate with a nod where they are hiding. The French peasant is known for his astuteness, and this one needs no prodding. He knows what will happen to his young and beautiful daughters. He knows the Jews down below are doomed anyway. Now he is being asked to become a collaborator, to sully his soul, to do such a despicable act that he will forever torture himself afterward. (Think Sophie's Choice.) Now this is violence. He is asking him to be Judas. His reward is not 30 pieces of silver, but the safety of his daughters. He can berate himself the rest of his life by weighing the two alternatives and BTW Corrie Ten Boom had Jews hidden in her house walls and wouldn't tell and she and her family and all the Jews went to a camp. But that's another story.

Waltz is the devil in real life. He is offering a deal to Faust. Sort of. And he has destroyed a human being for the rest of his life.

That is violence, pure and simple. It is the kind of violence you will come up against again and again in your life. Will you recognize it? Will you be able to resist? Will you cave in, compromise, just what will you do? We are seeing this with our charming President Obama. So far he is compromising with insidious evil. He is asleep I think.Will he wake up? Dunno.

Visual violence has already corrupted us. It is too late now to undo the desensitization process. Only when it is someone we love will it cut us to pieces. Willem Dafoe's wife Elizabeth almost threw up watching his death in Platoon.

So one cannot protest violence in a Tarantino film unless one has confronted his depiction of real, total, unrelenting torture and violence of the soul.

The fiery holocaust of the Nazis can be viewed as a template of the JFK assassination, so follow me to Part 8.

Jaycee Dugard Incompetent Searchers Responsible Not

Actually the sheriff and police, the parole officers and deputies are not really responsible for not finding her and getting her home. A neighbor called in about women and children in the back yard, saying he was a sex offender and demanding they do something about these people living in the backyard. So the deputy goes and doesn't know he's a sex offender and doesn't look in the backyard. This is not because he is stupid. This is because there is a lack of communication, an inability to connect the dots. Think 9-11 for a minute and Condi's whod a thunk someone would fly an airplane into a building utterance of inanity? Just Arnold and a couple of Hollywood directors, that's who. Ever go to the movies, girl?

The same deficiency operates in the search for Jaycee. That blindness to connect clues. Maybe reading Sherlock Holmes or Agatha Christie should be required reading for professional sleuths. I prefer Maigret myself.

It is the fault of our educational system. There is an emphasis on obedience, not questioning. Question Authority is a great t-shirt to wear. People get upset with it and think you are a liberal radical. Well, you are. It's the only thing that is going to rescue us from dumbness, our cultural way of life.

Now we have two women at UC Berkeley seeing that the two girls are behaving strangely when Garrido comes to get a permit to pass out religious literature. Campbell gets Jacobs to run a background check and they find out he's a sexual offender. (This is after Campbell, stalling him, has told him to come back on Tuesday for the permit. I wonder if Campbell was afraid to see him alone?)Both women are there Tuesday and this is how they report some of what they noticed.

According to Jacobs, both daughters were robotic, extremely pale to the point of being almost gray, and with non-responsive bright blue eyes. The 15 year old was first seen staring up at the sky.

Well now, with both of these women in mother mode,(their choice of words) the dots are starting to be connected. Calling the parole officer he says, "but he doesn't have any daughters", the light is turning on. Garrido brings Jaycee (Alyssia) to the parole officer's office on Wednesday with the two children (she is his wife and the mother and now he trusts her) and the cat is out of the bag when they question Jaycee. Evidently she has never learned to lie. That was probably one of the things that saved her. She had no treachery in her soul, unlike our Huckleberry Finn, who prizes the ability to deceive when necessary.

But it is the two women with their intuitive faculties still not suppressed that open the window for Jaycee's escape.

Americans are so unable to connect dots that it has become a national liability and will lead to our disintegration along the lines of Toynbee's thesis of disintegrating civilizations. It has prompted me here to review Inglourious Basterds in order to defend Tarantino. All the reviews are mostly clueless reporting the plot only or tearing Tarantino to shreds. Just like now we know the plot of Jaycee's abduction, the incompetent search, the fixation on the stepfather (shades of the Ramseys)and 18 years of unobservant, clueless observation of Phillip Garrido. I do not blame these men. I meet them all the time, everywhere I go. People are asleep. They look and do not see.

Campbell is wasted issuing permits. She needs to be at a high government level. She sees. She connects signs and clues. She intuits, she interprets. But she attributes her ability to do this as being a mother. That is she has been an observant mother, which is not the same thing. She is exercising her full human capabilities for thinking creatively and correctly. How great that the parole officer remembered he didn't have any children thus turning his mind up a few notches.

For more of the heart of the story see; http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20301301,00.htm

INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS Review Part 5

As violence and revenge are projected as themes and disavowed by Mark Blankenship, he comes to the scene of Shosanna's death. The hero German soldier who has been turned into a movie star (Daniel Bruehl)who has been chasing Shosanna in an adolescent way, procuring her theatre for the Nazi event and the premiere of his movie debut, enters the projection room as her film is playing on reel 3 where she tells the Nazis it is all over for them and they will die. Now here is Tarantino's salute to another grand opera of treachery, Tosca. Buehl is the modern day police chief Scarpia and she is Tosca. He has come to claim her in all his movie star image of himself. She is not impressed as usual. She sees his intent to force her, tells him to shut the door almost seductively. He falters and she repeats her command. As he turns she shoots him in the back a few times. She has kissed her black lover goodbye as they both will burn in the holocaust of fire. She goes to the body and here Tarantino twists the old cliche of the corpse arising to be killed again. He does but he shoots her. Just like Gregory Peck does to Jennifer Jones in Duel in the Sun but this is a more classical scene. They both lie sprawled across the floor apart in death and we have the ending of Tosca. It is beautiful and classical and a salute to high culture as Rienzi has prepared us. The flames behind the screen as Shosanna laughs and laughs and laughs in her film is another tribute to grand opera.

By now you know I am deconstructing this film on the fly. The more one thinks about it the more there is to think about. You take from a Tarantino film what you bring to a Tarantino film. And that is his gift to us. If all you bring to it is red then that's what you leave with. Not a shabby thing at all. Something that has made you see a bit differently from usual. The juxtaposition of the two women is glorious. One is the actress, the other has in real life assumed heroic proportions so as to appear a giantess, to have overcome her terror and fear. Someone said, courage is the action you take when you are terrified. The first encounter with Lantz she ran away with terrified wings on her feet. This time she has confronted all of them holding her ground by burning her theatre down, igniting an antique collection of flammable film. I want to tell you from experience, a small amount of film on fire will burn a small house down like you wouldn't believe.

Still more on the fiery holocaust.