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i saw Across the Universe last night with Cara's friends in Northglenn. it's actually rather amusing if you don't take American history or Beatles songs seriously and disregard the flimsy "show as many 1960s stereotypes as possible" plot. consider: naked women in white body paint dancing on top of a water surface singing "Jah Guru Deva", strawberries re-imagined as a symbol of violence and computer-animated flying over Vietnam as tiny bombs, Eddie Izzard singing "For the Benefit of Mr. Kite" among a mess of psychadelic CGI graphics, and "I Want to Hold Your Hand" turned into a depressive lite-pop lament of unrequited dyke cheerleader love.
as a Julie Taymor film, it also made me appreciate how bad "Frida" (my favorite movie) could have been considering its director's evident tendency towards cultural stereotyping and trippy wacky film tangents.
as a Julie Taymor film, it also made me appreciate how bad "Frida" (my favorite movie) could have been considering its director's evident tendency towards cultural stereotyping and trippy wacky film tangents.