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by Thersa Wiltz

This is compelling television to be sure–after all, we’re talking about sex: hippies cavorting in the altogether. Women’s libbers brandishing their bras. Playboy bunnies and Hugh Hefner. Helen Gurley Brown and Burt Reynolds’s naked centerfold. Suburban swingers. Jaybird-naked couples shedding what remains of their inhibitions at the infamous Plato’s Retreat. Drag queens and porn stars.

But there’s something missing from this made-in-America tableau: Almost every single one of the characters in the spotlight is white.

Such is the case with VH1′s new, four-part documentary series: “Sex: The Revolution,” which debuts tomorrow night. “Sex” presents a sweeping survey of the seismic changes in 20th-century American sexual mores, and the legal and cultural shifts that resulted from it. A large part of the problem is that it tries to do too much, tossing out historical highlights and lowlights at breathtaking speed.

The talking heads who shape the discourse over four hours–Erica Jong, Armistead Maupin, Hefner and Gloria Steinem — tend to be the usual suspects, while black and brown folks get shoved to the background. They’re the soundtrack through which white folks found sexual salvation. (Cue the Little Richard music. See the stoned sister falling out of her dress at Studio 54.)

“It’s true,” says Hart Perry, who directed the series along with Richard Lowe. “At one point, we were dealing with the cultural crossover between black and white . . . when we talk about rock-and-roll. I wanted to talk about Norman Mailer, the ‘White Negro.’ . . . [But] there was too much competition for stories. This is certainly not the definitive story on the sexual revolution.”

It is a story of the sexual revolution, shown through “the artifacts of culture,” news footage, films, music videos, photographs, with a chorus of white boomers commenting on the action, and reminiscing about times gone by. Melvin Van Peebles, black feminist Michele Wallace, Danny Glover and musician Nile Rodgers make brief appearances; no Latinos or Asians are interviewed. (Glover on San Francisco’s “Summer of Love”: “It was about taking mescaline and getting laid. Or smoking weed and getting laid.”)

Question: How can you talk about the cultural icons of the sexual revolution and not discuss blaxploitation diva Pam Grier? Or extol the significance of a loincloth-clad Jo Raquel Tejada, a.k.a. Raquel Welch, in “One Million Years B.C.”? Why is it that instead we are told that the poster girl for the female orgasm was Jane Fonda in “Barbarella”? Or Marilyn Chambers, the Ivory Snow soap model gone bad in “Behind the Green Door”?

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0122sundance364big Isabella Rossellini Does Green Porno

 

 

Um.

Does Isabella Rossellini have an insect sex fetish? Probably not, but she sure likes talking about their mating habits. You know, for educational purposes. Check out the following:

 

 

PARK CITY, UTAH — Among the lurid tales of sex and violence that haunt the Sundance Film Festival screens, there are few more gruesome and titillating than those of Green Porno, a series of short films made by Isabella Rossellini and her Canadian collaborators.The films, in which Rossellini dresses up as bugs, worms and snails, and simultaneously describes and demonstrates their mating behaviour, start out mildly enough. The actress with the round, angelic movie-star face begins speaking directly to the camera: “If I were a dragon fly, I would have compound eyes … ”

An instant later, the compound eyes appear on her face. Soon, she’s describing and demonstrating how she would take her clasping organs and grab her female partner: “I would clean her vagina to make sure she would only have my babies …If I were a firefly, I would light up my ass at night and I would fly here and I would fly there …”

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During the course of its premiere Sundance screening, in countless psychiatrist offices everywhere, there are people describing their fear of vaginal dentata, the belief that women have sharp teeth lining their vagina. I can’t say with certainty if anyone with that fear was sitting in the audience watching actor-turned-filmmaker Mitchell Lichtenstein‘s “Teeth,” a silly, splatter movie about a teen girl with G Spot canines. But there were enough screams, as well as nervous laughs, to conclude that everyone has some queasiness when it comes to bodily fluids and orifices. If Lichtenstein’s aim with his mixed-bag horror comedy was to bring the fear of vaginal dentate to life, he succeeded fantastically. As far as achieving the perfect balance of comedy, horror and coming-of-age satire, Lichtenstein comes up slightly short. Still, to his credit, he set his bar very high. (more…)

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zoobig Documentary on bestiality premieres at Sundance Film Festival (LA Times)By Kenneth Turan, Times Staff Writer
January 22, 2007

PARK CITY, Utah — “Zoo” is a documentary about what director Robinson Devor accurately characterizes as “the last taboo, on the boundary of something comprehensible.” But remarkably, an elegant, eerily lyrical film has resulted.

“Zoo,” premiering before a rapt audience Saturday night at Sundance, manages to be a poetic film about a forbidden subject, a perfect marriage between a cool and contemplative director (the little-seen “Police Beat”) and potentially incendiary subject matter: sex between men and animals. Not graphic in the least, this strange and strangely beautiful film combines audio interviews (two of the three men involved did not want to appear on camera) with elegiac visual re-creations intended to conjure up the mood and spirit of situations. The director himself puts it best: “I aestheticized the sleaze right out of it.” (more…)

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Zoo will be distributed by ThinkFilm.

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By DAVID M. HALBFINGER

LOS ANGELES, Jan. 19 — Dakota Fanning will turn 13 next month, and she has a short answer for anyone who questions her decision to play a 1950s girl who gyrates in her underwear, wakes up as her naked father climbs into her bed, demands that a prepubescent boy expose himself to her in exchange for a kiss and, finally, is raped by a teenager who lures her with tickets to an Elvis concert:

She’s growing up. Get used to it.

Ms. Fanning, best known for leading roles in children’s movies like “Dreamer” and “Charlotte’s Web,” thrillers like “Man on Fire” and “War of the Worlds,” and the horror film “Hide and Seek,” now is starring in “Hounddog,” an independent film that is to have its premiere on Monday at the Sundance Film Festival. It has already won attention far out of proportion to its budget of less than $4 million. (more…)

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by Lauren Wissot

If there was some sort of irony in the fact that I was late to CineKink’s opening night gala because I was stuck at work, it didn’t hit me at the time. When you’re covering a proudly smut-filled film festival, tardiness due to a last-minute cross-dressing session at a house of domination is a rather bland excuse. Fortunately, I was able to catch half the set of the downright hilarious musical act The Wet Spots, with their repertoire ranging from an anti-foot fetish number (“Don’t lick my toes!”) to an anti-Bush country ditty about contraband dildos in Texas. And thus it all began on the perfect note. After all, the biggest difference between what passes for sex in mainstream cinema and what we lifestyle perverts do is we have a sense of humor about it. They fuck, while we – to use an S&m term – “play.”

Nor is it just the preponderance of black leather and velvet that causes the CineKink crowd to stand apart. The very first thing I noticed was the friendliest, most excited to be there and will bend over backwards to help you, volunteer staff I’ve ever encountered at a festival. Does director Lisa Vandever recruit from a well-trained slave pool? I wondered. And do they do dishes? And speaking of this creative force named Lisa Vandever, I was surprised to learn she also directed the trailer for her fest – one of my favorite “short films” of the program. “Sissies Gone Wild” is a brilliant parody of the “Girls Gone Wild” series, replacing the beauty pageant bimbos with middle-aged men in JonBenet drag. I especially loved the scene in which the “sissies” (old enough to have served in WWII?) send up the flag raising at Iwo Jima in pigtails and frilly panties. Take that, Clint Eastwood!

On a more serious note, the panel discussion “The State of Smut: NYC” in which NYC’s top pornographers dissected their craft, was most revealing for what it didn’t reveal. How does a pornographer survive outside of Cali’s Porn Valley? There are as many different answers as there are hardcore Jim Jarmusch’s. In fact, if one took out all references to blowjobs and double penetration, the symposium simply could have been entitled “The State of Indie Filmmaking: NYC.”

Fortunately, filmmakers of all levels and deviant stripes are represented at CineKink. Vandever’s an “equal opportunity curator” and her shorts program “Power Plays” alone represented every variety of gender, sexuality and kink. Where else can one see a lineup featuring a leather queens’ “puppy party,” a F-T-M transsexual daddy/boy duo, and a run-of-the-mill (kinky) straight couple? Not at Sundance, that’s for sure. Nor are the sissies given their fair share of the lollipops out west. At the closing night awards ceremony, I spotted one of the trailer girls – looking like a six-foot tall refugee from Alice in Wonderland – being greeted by a fan with “I really admire your work.” When I spoke to her later she revealed that she’d designed the $645 pink satin dress she was wearing, which also had been named after her. I guess sometimes the Academy’s red carpet is right under your feet.

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Lauren Wissot is a screenwriter, film journalist, critic and author specializing in S&M and male hustlers. She is the author of Under My Master’s Wings.

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IMG 3361 Sundance Hottub (Last Nights Party)

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The terrific Sundance show TransGeneration follows four college-age trannies eager to change their sex.

by Neal Medlyn
October 20, 2005

Transgeneration, a devastating and great eight-episode series now running on the Sundance Channel, follows four college students in various stages of transitioning from the sex they were born with to the sex they feel is theirs. The show’s sensibility veers toward ABC’s After School Specials, as the noble students are presented to us as examples of the struggle to be oneself, the struggle of the poor to overcome daunting obstacles, the struggle to reconcile one’s most private longings with one’s family and religion (yes, religion!). Happiness is sublime; being true to one’s self takes bravery; cue Christopher Cross song. The difference is that this show ends up being truly inspiring.
At the beginning of each episode, we meet the four students as helpful definitions pop up in the corner of the screen (e.g. FTM: female-to-male transsexual.) T.J., born Tamar, is a graduate student at Michigan State. He’s an activist (the room in which he does many of his interviews has a large poster reading “My Gender Cannot Be Put in a Box”), whose calls home to his Armenian family in Cyprus always result in tears.
Oklahoma-born Lucas attends the all-female Smith College, where he started out as Leah. In the course of the first four episodes he gets his first hormone injections (an event marked by a party, complete with a cake decorated with an icing syringe). In interviews, his fascinating mother visibly pauses over the name Lucas, but says it so often that you can tell she has determinedly set her mind to get used to the idea. In a moving section of the fourth episode, Lucas agonizes over coming out to his dad in which his letter to his father overlaps with TJ’s letter to his mother in Cyprus.
Gabbie is a different story. Born Andrew and attending the University of Colorado at Boulder, she clutches teddy bears constantly (the director knowingly shows the ever-present bear rolling through the metal detector at the airport) and has a handmade paper chain hanging over her dorm bed with which she dreamily and impatiently awaits her transition. Her family is wealthy and supportive. Her grandfather is a former Presbyterian minister whom me meet in episode four. When Gabbie praises him for supporting her, he utters the shocking and yet lovely sentiment, “Well, that’s what religion is for!” They are concerned, though — and rightly so — given how sheltered she is. For example, she’s a virgin, and saving herself until post-op. Despite her obvious monetary and personal advantage over the other three, she’s clearly the most vulnerable.
The strongest and most beleaguered of the lot, Raci (born Ron), is a stunningly attractive Filipina (and she knows it). She is also, try this on: poor, living in East Los Angeles, speech-impaired and almost deaf. Despite this, she’s earned a 3.9 GPA at Cal State, not that her family praises her for it. A particularly illuminating statement on class comes in episode three, when we cut from Gabbie talking about how money’s not really important to Raci wandering through East L.A. trying to score black-market hormones from a “Mexican lady who sells fruit.” All she wants is the money to go to school, to obtain her hormones, to move into the dorm, to be beautiful and have fun. Her mother is convinced, not unfairly, that she may get her throat slit if she keeps going out late at night to Hollywood clubs. But Raci keeps shaking it off and smiling. The lesson is this: Happiness is a thing of great and radical importance, which one must fight hard to achieve and maintain.
Transgeneration could have been a collection of clichéd coming-of-age, coming-to-terms stories. Instead, it feels surprisingly fresh and unlabored. Besides overcoming cliché, the show suggests that accepting transsexuality isn’t just a matter of making room in the world for Lucas and Raci (a tall order, indeed, considering the implications for gender expectation, prescription drug coverage and disability services), but also a matter of accepting the right of a sheltered nineteen-year-old to make such a major physical and social choice.
On TV, trannies usually supply easy laughs (think Kathleen Turner as Chandler’s transsexual father on Friends). In the Friends family, David Arquette’s drag-queen brother, Alexis, will soon star in a reality show about her sex change. Title? Alexis Are-Cut. Transgeneration, by contrast, is dead serious. Free of icky puns, laugh tracks and celebrities, it shows the complicated, fascinating, tear-jerking reality behind all the jokes whose punch line is “Dude Looks Like a Lady.”

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parisburning Screening: Paris is Burning (Film Society of Lincoln Center)PARIS IS BURNING
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SAT, AUG 6: 6:30 & 9:15 (followed by Q&A)

In the late 80s, filmmaker Jennie Livingston spent two years shooting a documentary about the Harlem drag balls, organized by the various local “”houses”” (of Ninja, Labeija and Xtravaganza), in which black and Hispanic transsexuals and transvestites vogue for the top prizes in such categories as Femme Queen Realness, Military, and Executive Wear. To put it mildly, Paris Is Burning took the movie world by storm, winning the Grand Jury Prize at Sundance and a series of awards at film festivals around the world, and playing an unprecedented 17 weeks at Film Forum. It is truly one of the key works of the American Independent movement, and it remains a humanistic touchstone —— enriching, exciting, and, as a portrait of people who have to be stronger than they can imagine just to get up in the morning and make it through the day, to paraphrase the father of a drag queen in the movie.

Jennie Livingston will be joining us to discuss her landmark movie and present her smart, stylish new short Who’s the Top? Alixe (Marin Hinkle) enjoys a semi-happy, stable relationship with her partner Gwen (Brigitte Bako), but has an itch to explore new territory —— sexual and, she later discovers, emotional. Livingston looks past questions of homo- or hetero-, and peers directly at sexuality itself: the role it plays in all our lives, the way it can be an escape, an adventure, or the point of a new and unexpected discovery. Once again, Livingston made a movie that is both probing (physically and intellectually) and, thanks to the black-and-white sexual fantasy musical numbers (choreographed by Urinetown‘s John Carrafa), highly entertaining.

afterword: I attended the 6:30 screening. Before the Q&A, Willie Ninja and his crew did a number. The important news is that the DVD of ‘Paris is Burning’ will be released on September 5th (by Disney, which bought Miramax). It will include commentary by the director, Willie Ninja and John Oppenheimer, the editor.
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