We watched a movie last night....
Well that was interesting. Last year when I was thinking about my nanowrimo novel I asked people for suggestions for post-apocalyptic stories and got a few books, a bunch of short stories, and a lot of movies. But we have little free time, so we're still working our way through the post-apocalyptic movies in our Netflix queue. This one was suggested by more than one person, though none of them mentioned the subtitle: a rather kinky tale of survival.
Actually, it didn't strike me as terribly kinky, really. Yeah, the Boy of the title-- Vic, or Albert, played by Don Johnson-- is obsessed with having sex, and, it is made clear, has generally managed to have sex in the past by raping the few women who wander the terrestrial world (although this is a pretty common characteristic of the post-apocalyptic world as imagined by writers and directors... and seems like it would be a probable direction for society to go, should the end of the world as we know it get here). I don't really find the desperate scrabble for canned goods and the objectification of women (the early scene in which Vic finds a woman that has been attacked by a gang of survivors, looks at her moaning on the bed and says, "they didn't have to cut her up, she could've been used two or three more times" is emblematic) to be "kinky," myself. Perhaps this refers to the milking machine Vic gets hooked up to in the underworld? Guess I don't find that kinky, either.
I did find the underworld pretty interesting. Well, trippy, anyway. But also a little uncanny, the things that this group decides to "save" from the world before, particularly the reification of Midwest, cornfed "values." (The place is named Topeka, the overalls, the ever-present marching band, the prize for canning prowess, the "farmgirl" dresses, even the euphemism for execution-- sent to the farm). I wonder about when this reification started, and why it continues (as it certainly does). It was interesting seeing it get a swipe taken at it in a movie from 35 years ago. Also interesting the often imagined hyper-control of the future, combined with the banality of evil in the form of the "committee." I suppose this is meant to reference Communist "peoples' committees," but also town councils.
Apparently the movie is based on stories written by Harlan Ellison:
Maybe I'll get around to reading it....
It wasn't the only post-apocalyptic movie we watched recently... last week we took a trip down memory lane:
We both remembered watching this one when it was on heavy HBO rotation somewhere around 1985. It's pretty ditzy, but it was meant to be, and unlike some things from our youth that we had only vague memories of (such as The Wiz, which, interestingly, Mr. P and I only remembered about four scenes from the movie, but we both remembered the same four scenes. Which turned out to be the best four scenes in the movie. We had both repressed the rest because it is aaaaawwwwwwwfullllll), it was pretty much exactly as I remembered it, and so I was not disappointed. Also, the outfits and the hair are just as mind-blowingly 80s as I remember. Which is kind of horrifying, since, you know... the 80s were a bad moment for fashion.