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...jolt me out of my Jersey Shore stupor. The movie in question: The Bounty Hunter, starring Gerald Butler in the eponymous role as a vindictive, muscled man who violently kidnaps his ex-wife with all the sadistic merriment audiences have come to expect from the former King of Sparta. The trailer, in which a stiletto-clad Jennifer Aniston is stuffed in a trunk, handcuffed to a bed, and tackled, has such an air of comic exuberance that one almost expects to hear a laugh track looping in the background. The presumption that these scenes of intra-couple rage will inspire...
...seeing all the unlikely juxtapositions enabled by editing. The R-rated Aliens ("Stay away from her, you bitch") butts up against the family-friendly E.T. ("E.T. phone home"). Poltergiest ("They're here!") segues seamlessly into The Shining ("Here's Johnny!"). A screaming Gerard Butler in 300 ("This is Sparta!") even opens up for a screaming Al Pacino in Scarface ("Say hello to my lil' friend...
...hooker. Lysistrata (Olivia J. Jampol ’09), stomping around in a black mini-skirt, black boots, and a leopard-print jacket, was convincing as a galvanizing force and militant feminist. After the male politicians and military officers ignore her initial pleas for peace between Athens and Sparta, she persuades the Athenian women to lock themselves up in Acropolis. But first, the lights dimmed as the men and women engaged in ninja-style combat. Points go to Ismenia (Vanessa B. Koo ’12) for enthusiastically engaging in the choreography as a housewife with an undercurrent of almost...
...Tzara once unraveled a roll of toilet paper marked “Merde” to end a performance and Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven wore a birdcage as a hat to parties. Codrescu amplifies their liveliness with his tight, brisk sentences: “In Sparta, bored out of her mind, the baroness sneaked off to Cincinnati by train to model nude at an art school.” What Codrescu doesn’t explicitly mention, however, is that the tension between posthuman and human is itself a Dada construct. Dada grew out of a disgust...
Last month, as the 133rd annual Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show got underway in New York, sheriffs were raiding a puppy mill in Sparta, Tenn. The emaciated dogs that sheriffs hauled from cramped wire cages could not have looked more different than the pampered pooches atop pedestals in Madison Square Garden. But they hinted at a common ailment: the commodification of our nation’s dogs...