Y Tu Mama Tambien and LA Confidential
Rather than another lament about the election results, I thought I'd post a few thoughts about
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Loved this, but what an ultimately sad movie. "They never meet again" seems so unnecessary. Tenoch and Julio had the perfect excuse if they wanted to forget about what happened between them: they were drunk, and they were facilitated by Luisa (who was quite possibly a slasher!). Plus, they had a gay friend and seemed relaxed about that, and they were comfortable masturbating in front of each other - so why the run-a-million-miles reactions?
There's an interesting thread about their friendship and "the kiss" on IMDB here.
LA Confidential
I read Shalott's marvelous fic before seeing the film, so was predisposed to like it despite the fact that I had quite different mental images of Exley and White.
Exley is really compelling character to me: he apparently desperately wants to make some kind of connection with someone (witness him telling Vincennes about his father's murder and "Rollo Tomasi", and later telling White that he only ever wanted to live up to his father) but he isn't at all willing to sacrifice his principles to be liked (the early scenes where he tries to stop the beatings of the Mexicans in custody and where he testifies against his fellow officers).
And White seems perfectly drawn to be a good match with Exley (ignoring, of course, the fact that the film ends with him driving off with Lynn). He worries to Lynn that he's not smart enough, so presumably he very much admires Exley's intelligence, and he's deeply afraid of himself around women.
I can't recommend Shalott's LA Confidential fic highly enough. I like the partly-noncon Payback, the voyeuristic Listening In and the threesome Collaboration just as much as the classic cop-partners-slash Partnership and its "porn sequel" Games Men Play.
Then there's this great paragraph from Something Borrowed:
Sex isn't what they really want from each other. What they want is to put themselves back together. Get up in the morning at the same time, work at the same desk, drive around in the same car, cover each other's back, finish each other's thoughts, climb inside each other's skin. Sex isn't much next to that; they'd probably never have fucked if they were still in L.A., working together.
And Happy Actual Birthday to sarren, who's probably played the biggest role in my transformation from a two-or-three fandom fan to someone who's conversant in 10 or 12 fandoms and counting. (Watch this! Borrow this! Read this! With pleasure.)
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Loved this, but what an ultimately sad movie. "They never meet again" seems so unnecessary. Tenoch and Julio had the perfect excuse if they wanted to forget about what happened between them: they were drunk, and they were facilitated by Luisa (who was quite possibly a slasher!). Plus, they had a gay friend and seemed relaxed about that, and they were comfortable masturbating in front of each other - so why the run-a-million-miles reactions?
There's an interesting thread about their friendship and "the kiss" on IMDB here.
LA Confidential
I read Shalott's marvelous fic before seeing the film, so was predisposed to like it despite the fact that I had quite different mental images of Exley and White.
Exley is really compelling character to me: he apparently desperately wants to make some kind of connection with someone (witness him telling Vincennes about his father's murder and "Rollo Tomasi", and later telling White that he only ever wanted to live up to his father) but he isn't at all willing to sacrifice his principles to be liked (the early scenes where he tries to stop the beatings of the Mexicans in custody and where he testifies against his fellow officers).
And White seems perfectly drawn to be a good match with Exley (ignoring, of course, the fact that the film ends with him driving off with Lynn). He worries to Lynn that he's not smart enough, so presumably he very much admires Exley's intelligence, and he's deeply afraid of himself around women.
I can't recommend Shalott's LA Confidential fic highly enough. I like the partly-noncon Payback, the voyeuristic Listening In and the threesome Collaboration just as much as the classic cop-partners-slash Partnership and its "porn sequel" Games Men Play.
Then there's this great paragraph from Something Borrowed:
Sex isn't what they really want from each other. What they want is to put themselves back together. Get up in the morning at the same time, work at the same desk, drive around in the same car, cover each other's back, finish each other's thoughts, climb inside each other's skin. Sex isn't much next to that; they'd probably never have fucked if they were still in L.A., working together.
And Happy Actual Birthday to sarren, who's probably played the biggest role in my transformation from a two-or-three fandom fan to someone who's conversant in 10 or 12 fandoms and counting. (Watch this! Borrow this! Read this! With pleasure.)