Review of Rango, PMS
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eredienI am slowly beginning to start reading my lj friends list again, for those of you who were wondering when/if I would start to do this again. It's more of an experiment as to "do I really want to spend time on this?" than anything else, but since it's also one of the main ways my friends and I keep up with each other, keeping up with that is important to me. I just need to get better at skimming, I think.
In other news, I'm sick. I woke up at 6 am today after getting 6 hours of sleep, and then slept until 4 pm with no break. This usually means I'm really sick. I've also been having absolutely horrible headaches, but have remembered to take ibuprofen and they mostly seem to be gone now, as does the ear infection I was working on on Saturday. I *hate* getting my period, which also explains why I cried randomly on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and had trouble sleeping Wednesday evening, without knowing why.
Oolong is really good at acting like a hot fuzzy water bottle on my cramps, though, which is good. I really wish I didn't feel like my internal organs had the necessity of rebelling against themselves and me, not to mention smelling freaking awful at a time when my sense of smell is heightened, once a month, in a frankly awful and draining two-week emotional and physical cycle that it takes me the next week to recover from. I HATE it.
I hate it with the pure hate of a 16-year-old teenager who is convinced that everything bad that happens to them that day is the worst thing in the world ever, because that type of hate is the only kind of hate I am capable of when I am having my period, which neatly reverts me to feeling emotionally, hormonally, and mentally like that 16-year-old girl--except that now I've got another decade-plus of life experience, and know that the world isn't actually coming to an end this week, so I know enough now to feel foolish about feeling childish and weepy and reacting to everything hormonally, like a 16-year-old girl. Which of course makes me determined to get past all that and be mature and not give into that, and go out and do things that I enjoy anyway, and then later feel disgusted at myself for breaking down in public when I inevitably get painful cramps or wonder if I am going to throw up, or start crying for no reason in the middle of the sidewalk, wondering how much life experience and maturity and a desire to live my own life can really do against hormonally-induced crying jags, the daily physical exhaustion and pain that comes for two weeks, and the pure self-directed and body-directed anger of the 16-year-old girl who I become for half a month whether I like it or not. I also wish I could get my doctor to believe that maybe I had PCOS even if my hormone tests didn't show any abnormalities, because I know wanting to cry and for a week straight every time I have my period isn't normal, because I had my period for years without these problems, but the tests don't show anything, and so she can't do anything. In a year, maybe my doctor will consider me old enough or responsible enough or persistent enough or maybe just ineligible enough to really believe me when I tell her that I don't want children and can I please do something about that, surgically; for the last three years when I've brought it up she's told me that I might change my mind someday about having kids. I kind of want to say, "I haven't changed my mind about that since I was a child myself," the next time she tells me I might want kids one day. Maybe I will.
For my birthday, I treated myself to a movie Saturday afternoon, Rango [edit: Rango is rated PG], and realized two things:
- I didn't really like Rango. I thought the character design was interesting, and the commentary on water supply and control in urban desert areas was interesting (groundwater policy), and the end-credits had a fun design, but it had a lot of really problematic stereotypes (hicks, Native Americans) which it bought into because it was a movie in the mold of a traditional American Western, and that made the whole movie not really worth it.
- Lots of children's movies that are made with anthro animal characters now are the same movies that would have been made (or were made) with live human actors in the past, and if they were made with live human actors today, they would not get a G rating (I dunno if they'd get a PG rating, either, but in any case Rango was obviously aimed at children). Computer-generated animals can get hurt and have the bad guy fire at them and be trapped in a cell slowly filling with water and almost drown, and computer-generated animal women can be assaulted and threatened by the bad guys with sexual undertones, and computer-generated animals can be stereotypically wise Native Americans or stereotypically uneducated hicks, and it can be funny, and or/dramatic and full of action and shootouts, etc. Whereas if this same movie had been made with human live actors, people would have been more clearly able to see the problematic stereotypes and the violence for what they were, and this movie would have been rated PG-13 at the least. It's really interesting, actually--I found the movie to be a really compelling example of a genre that usually has to be marketed to adult viewers when human actors are used, but can be easily shown to children if all the problematic issues of having humans shoot and assault each other are glossed over by having geckos and snakes and rabbits replace human actors. I realized for the first time that the movie studios are able to market adult plots to children in the guise of anthromoporphic CGI, so they're able to tell stories that they couldn't with human actors in the same roles. (This realization was the reason I kept watching this movie after being disappointed in the stereotyping; indeed it was the stereotyping that led me to this realization). This is good, on one level--kids' movies can have humorous, complicated plots with a lot of drama and quick wit. But on the other hand, why is it so easy for adults and children alike to overlook stereotyping when the actors are groundhogs, as opposed to humans? Then I realized that almost *all* the children's movies I see are about anthro characters. Part of this is the CGI uncanny valley and the long tradition of anthro animals in childrens' fare and the expense of live actors vs CGI, of course, but I think the studios are telling stories with animals in place of humans partly because they can get away with doing things with animals they could never in a million years do with human characters, and still get that G rating and do a lot of merchandising besides.
In other news, I'm sick. I woke up at 6 am today after getting 6 hours of sleep, and then slept until 4 pm with no break. This usually means I'm really sick. I've also been having absolutely horrible headaches, but have remembered to take ibuprofen and they mostly seem to be gone now, as does the ear infection I was working on on Saturday. I *hate* getting my period, which also explains why I cried randomly on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and had trouble sleeping Wednesday evening, without knowing why.
Oolong is really good at acting like a hot fuzzy water bottle on my cramps, though, which is good. I really wish I didn't feel like my internal organs had the necessity of rebelling against themselves and me, not to mention smelling freaking awful at a time when my sense of smell is heightened, once a month, in a frankly awful and draining two-week emotional and physical cycle that it takes me the next week to recover from. I HATE it.
I hate it with the pure hate of a 16-year-old teenager who is convinced that everything bad that happens to them that day is the worst thing in the world ever, because that type of hate is the only kind of hate I am capable of when I am having my period, which neatly reverts me to feeling emotionally, hormonally, and mentally like that 16-year-old girl--except that now I've got another decade-plus of life experience, and know that the world isn't actually coming to an end this week, so I know enough now to feel foolish about feeling childish and weepy and reacting to everything hormonally, like a 16-year-old girl. Which of course makes me determined to get past all that and be mature and not give into that, and go out and do things that I enjoy anyway, and then later feel disgusted at myself for breaking down in public when I inevitably get painful cramps or wonder if I am going to throw up, or start crying for no reason in the middle of the sidewalk, wondering how much life experience and maturity and a desire to live my own life can really do against hormonally-induced crying jags, the daily physical exhaustion and pain that comes for two weeks, and the pure self-directed and body-directed anger of the 16-year-old girl who I become for half a month whether I like it or not. I also wish I could get my doctor to believe that maybe I had PCOS even if my hormone tests didn't show any abnormalities, because I know wanting to cry and for a week straight every time I have my period isn't normal, because I had my period for years without these problems, but the tests don't show anything, and so she can't do anything. In a year, maybe my doctor will consider me old enough or responsible enough or persistent enough or maybe just ineligible enough to really believe me when I tell her that I don't want children and can I please do something about that, surgically; for the last three years when I've brought it up she's told me that I might change my mind someday about having kids. I kind of want to say, "I haven't changed my mind about that since I was a child myself," the next time she tells me I might want kids one day. Maybe I will.
For my birthday, I treated myself to a movie Saturday afternoon, Rango [edit: Rango is rated PG], and realized two things:
- I didn't really like Rango. I thought the character design was interesting, and the commentary on water supply and control in urban desert areas was interesting (groundwater policy), and the end-credits had a fun design, but it had a lot of really problematic stereotypes (hicks, Native Americans) which it bought into because it was a movie in the mold of a traditional American Western, and that made the whole movie not really worth it.
- Lots of children's movies that are made with anthro animal characters now are the same movies that would have been made (or were made) with live human actors in the past, and if they were made with live human actors today, they would not get a G rating (I dunno if they'd get a PG rating, either, but in any case Rango was obviously aimed at children). Computer-generated animals can get hurt and have the bad guy fire at them and be trapped in a cell slowly filling with water and almost drown, and computer-generated animal women can be assaulted and threatened by the bad guys with sexual undertones, and computer-generated animals can be stereotypically wise Native Americans or stereotypically uneducated hicks, and it can be funny, and or/dramatic and full of action and shootouts, etc. Whereas if this same movie had been made with human live actors, people would have been more clearly able to see the problematic stereotypes and the violence for what they were, and this movie would have been rated PG-13 at the least. It's really interesting, actually--I found the movie to be a really compelling example of a genre that usually has to be marketed to adult viewers when human actors are used, but can be easily shown to children if all the problematic issues of having humans shoot and assault each other are glossed over by having geckos and snakes and rabbits replace human actors. I realized for the first time that the movie studios are able to market adult plots to children in the guise of anthromoporphic CGI, so they're able to tell stories that they couldn't with human actors in the same roles. (This realization was the reason I kept watching this movie after being disappointed in the stereotyping; indeed it was the stereotyping that led me to this realization). This is good, on one level--kids' movies can have humorous, complicated plots with a lot of drama and quick wit. But on the other hand, why is it so easy for adults and children alike to overlook stereotyping when the actors are groundhogs, as opposed to humans? Then I realized that almost *all* the children's movies I see are about anthro characters. Part of this is the CGI uncanny valley and the long tradition of anthro animals in childrens' fare and the expense of live actors vs CGI, of course, but I think the studios are telling stories with animals in place of humans partly because they can get away with doing things with animals they could never in a million years do with human characters, and still get that G rating and do a lot of merchandising besides.
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22/3/11 01:08 (UTC)thanks for correcting me on the rating. I actually thought it was G.