Friday, January 21, 2011
FLICK U: I LOVE YOU PHILLIP MORRIS
I feel compelled to write a post about this movie A). because I just saw it, B). because its about two tacky fags from my hometown of Houston, Texas, C). because its a pretty incredible true story. The main character played by Jim Carey also has a keen knack for seeing a penis in just about everything he comes across. . . like yours truly. :-)
I think you could also write something smart about gay male affect and its relationship to wealth/power(lessness) . . . an affect tied to a queer capacity for doubling . . . a "gay" affect pregnant with the disarming propensity to demarcate the duplicitous/humorous . . . an affect implicated most vigorously by the "closet". . . an affect appropriately conveyed via the Hollywood capitalist behemoth (If any city masters the shallow art of affect its LA). . . an affect marshaled unconvincingly in the utterly fucking weird spectacle of Ewan McGregor and Jim Carrey locking lips (strangely enough, nothing in the film feels gay. . . nothing seems to speak with a true queer sensibility-- blackface/pinkface?-- Is this movie really about something else? Narcissistic ego vs. love? The creative (and crazy!) capacity of the individual vs. the inept State? Just more capitalist propaganda? Is "gayness" merely an allegory?) . . . but I'm tired from my 6 hour flight from SF. Anyone else want to give it a crack?