Dec 08, 2003 13:16
it's a dark, silent room. a screen plays black and white films of the stereotypical fifties family, happy, little girls in pretty dresses, boys on bikes, a family day by the pool. the girl stands in front wearing all black. black pants, black shirt, black pantyhose on her head. she starts to tear them off. she looks like she's having trouble, and starts to pant. she tears off the top layers, revealing layers of pantyhose covering her whole body. she begins to tear. ok, so she's going to take of a couple layers and be done with it.... wait a minute, there's a nipple. am i supposed to see a nipple? should i say something? wow, that must be embarrassing, especially with all the male art proffesors in here... wait a minute, that's her boob. oh look, both boobies. ok, well at least.... never mind, that too. the only noise in the room is the panting. standing, she proceeds to smear what looks like cold cream all over her face and around her chest. and then it is over.
ok, there didn't seem to be a point really, but the one that i got from it was way to fucking cliche. if your going to just expose a cliche, what's the point of getting naked? and what happened to performance art with throwing things and strange poetry that doesn't really mean anything when you get right down to it? and she has to see these men for at least another year and a half.... isn't there some kind of law that you can't get naked in front of your professors? or isn't it just a common rule, indecency, whatever? conflict of interest or something? i don't know, but during that whole thing i just felt completely awkward, like i wasn't supposed to be there. i didn't just want to leave because that would be rude, but was it really necessary? yes, it was ballsy. i give her that. but really....