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Posted: 4/22/13 at 11:59pm
A friend texted me tonight saying he had an extra ticket to Some Velvet Morning at Tribeca, and although I normally hold LaBute's work in disdain I thought, "What the hell! It's only 82 minutes. How bad can it be?"
Here's what I learned from the movie:
Women are many things, but first and foremost they are always sluts. (The female character is a high end hooker, but she's more than just an occupational slut- being a whore permeates her being and basically defines her.) When a woman takes a momentary break from being a slut she is probably being a shrill bitch, or just an all around cvnt. Woman just are stupid fvcking cvnts who should learn to bend over and take it.
Now men on the other hand- well men can be assholes and insensitive pricks, but the difference is that men become funny when they take on these qualities that make women so unbearable. We can laugh at a man when he insults a woman, but women are pathetic when the role is reversed. I think this is mostly because men have a higher intellect.
So this 82 minute movie had only two characters and took place in a Brooklyn brownstone. Stanley Tucci plays a man who left his wife and shows up with all his bags at the home of his mistress/hooker whom he has fallen in love with. She feels trapped and less than overjoyed that he wants to move in.
The fight and argue. He bosses her around and discovers that she is sleeping with his son too, and in fact has an appointment to meet him that afternoon.
The rest will contain spoilers...but if you can't tell already, I HATED this movie and was disgusted by the misogyny that was supposed to pass for humor in this piece of crap.
SPOILERS***********************************
The movie climaxed when Tucci, fed up with being rebuffed by his whore, threw her to the ground and violently raped her. The camera stayed on her crying face until he came and left.
Then he bursts back into the room kinda of giggling and asking if she's ok. She laughs and says yes. He pulls out the money and pays her- she is a slut (Of course, what ELSE would a woman be?!), but the abuse and rape was all roleplay. The laugh and joke, and he even gives he a tip for doing such a good job.
They kiss goodbye and when he goes you realize that she wasn't really roleplaying, but enjoying it after all! If women would only admit that they like to get raped then maybe we wouldn't have to hear such whining about it all the time.
I'm not one to be easily offended, but this movie made me upset.
Here's what I learned from the movie:
Women are many things, but first and foremost they are always sluts. (The female character is a high end hooker, but she's more than just an occupational slut- being a whore permeates her being and basically defines her.) When a woman takes a momentary break from being a slut she is probably being a shrill bitch, or just an all around cvnt. Woman just are stupid fvcking cvnts who should learn to bend over and take it.
Now men on the other hand- well men can be assholes and insensitive pricks, but the difference is that men become funny when they take on these qualities that make women so unbearable. We can laugh at a man when he insults a woman, but women are pathetic when the role is reversed. I think this is mostly because men have a higher intellect.
So this 82 minute movie had only two characters and took place in a Brooklyn brownstone. Stanley Tucci plays a man who left his wife and shows up with all his bags at the home of his mistress/hooker whom he has fallen in love with. She feels trapped and less than overjoyed that he wants to move in.
The fight and argue. He bosses her around and discovers that she is sleeping with his son too, and in fact has an appointment to meet him that afternoon.
The rest will contain spoilers...but if you can't tell already, I HATED this movie and was disgusted by the misogyny that was supposed to pass for humor in this piece of crap.
SPOILERS***********************************
The movie climaxed when Tucci, fed up with being rebuffed by his whore, threw her to the ground and violently raped her. The camera stayed on her crying face until he came and left.
Then he bursts back into the room kinda of giggling and asking if she's ok. She laughs and says yes. He pulls out the money and pays her- she is a slut (Of course, what ELSE would a woman be?!), but the abuse and rape was all roleplay. The laugh and joke, and he even gives he a tip for doing such a good job.
They kiss goodbye and when he goes you realize that she wasn't really roleplaying, but enjoying it after all! If women would only admit that they like to get raped then maybe we wouldn't have to hear such whining about it all the time.
I'm not one to be easily offended, but this movie made me upset.
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!
