Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The most unlikely thing every to be applicable from my college education.

My film-school education came to bear the other day as I came across an Entertainment Weekly article that mentioned "vagina dentata." It brought back a rush of unwelcome memories.

"Vagina dentata" appears in the myths of several cultures, notably several North American Indian tribes, and means, literally "toothed vagina" in Latin. Those with a linguistic background among us might have gathered that by now. Actually, pretty much anyone with a vague understanding of how Latin works might have figured it out, too. It speaks of the fear in men of sex, because... well, let's not get into that.

Anyway, I'm not all that comfortable writing about this because the whole subject scares the tar out of me, but here's the story: when we discussed the theory in class, we discussed in terms of movies that are not apparently sexual to the casual observer, but metaphorically, they positively reek of sex. A lot of horror movies are made this way. The movie we chose to use for our discussion this was Ridley Scott's Alien, the movie that essentially moved him up from a promising newcomer into the ranks of one of Hollywood's top directors.

Now, I love Ridley, but Alien has not withstood the test of time well. It came out in Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back, and hasn't had the advantage of having George Lucas go back in 300 times to redo all the special effects. It's a little hokey. But it does still have the general horrifying aspect of an alien attaching itself to your face and laying eggs inside of your stomach that grow up to be a huge alien and explode out of your stomach while you're having dinner with your fellow astronauts. That aspect has certainly not lost its terror - for me, at least. Maybe you're immune to that sort of thing. Sicko.

Anyway, the article in question was not talking about a film like that. The article was talking about this film.



So, I guess, this whole post ended up being an argument against going to film school, huh?



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4 Comments:

At February 01, 2007 1:16 AM, Blogger Kate said...

Eeeek...um, these are the cringing memories I left in the dumpster at LAFSC...along with David Bowie!

 
At February 01, 2007 10:07 PM, Blogger Assistant Village Idiot said...

But it does still have the general horrifying aspect of an alien attaching itself to your face and laying eggs inside of your stomach that grow up to be a huge alien and explode out of your stomach while you're having dinner with your fellow astronauts.

I hate it when that happens.

 
At February 02, 2007 12:38 PM, Blogger me said...

oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph...you would have to bring that up.

all i can think about is reading the article out loud to Chelsie, Allison and Naomi, while Chelsie walked around the apartment in a giant ice-cream costume.

what a weird life we had for 3 months....

 
At February 04, 2007 7:26 AM, Blogger bs king said...

Huh. I actually already knew that term from all the feminist literature I ingested on my post-Concord Christian rebound. Camille Paglia goes on and on about it. Quite boring after page 37 or so.

 

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