27 July 2007
Beaches (1988)
disney just announced an embargo on smoking in all of their films, so if there’s a follow-up where mayim plays an alternaverse version of bette, she’ll have kicked the habit. she could be available – she shows up in a feature on the dvd called “Mayim Remembering Beaches.” anyway, she doesn’t get lung cancer and die. rather, it’s her friend–hillary whitney, who concocts the mysterious movie disease. i know she’s supposed to be a wasp, but couldn’t they have toned down her name a little?
why is this movie is so revered within the gay community? maybe it isn’t, and that’s my own dated perception? a little fellow named james in eau claire tried to make me watch it on several occasions, but i finally won out with “the English Patient.”
now that i’ve seen “Beaches”, i have to say it played out more or less like clockwork, and that was a little disappointing. i occasionally become overwhelmed by drama in movies, books and life and so i was expecting (hoping for) something that resonated on some sort of impressionable/human (that is to say, emotional) level. but really, apart from the scene where the cat scampers over to the collapsed hillary whitney, there wasn’t much there. they fight for the same guy, they marry and have troubled relationships but the friendship sustains them through all of that. then one dies. yeah, talk about being marked for death from the beginning.
except without the villian named screwface. oh well. you can’t have everything.
UM hello?!?
Were you like totally asleep during Bette’s Oh Industry number? I mean, you gotta hand it to them – they didn’t just have Bette sing an old diddy wearing some frock. They wrote a fucking number! And a NUMBER it was! Costumes, Set, Extras – the Whole Nine Yards.
And don’t even get me started on the Otto Titsling number. Don’t even get me started!