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Rabid (David Cronenberg) If you're as freaked out about disease and the untrustworthiness of your own body as I am, you'll love Cronenberg's movies. Or hate them. Depends how squeamish you are. I love them. As an interesting aside, the star of this movie, Marilyn Chambers, is an ex-porn star.
Singin' in the Rain (Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen) I used to hate musicals. I was dumb. This movie is so good.
Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence (Nagisa Oshima) The only other film I've seen by Oshima was "In the Realm of the Senses," which was about a dangerously obsessive sexual relationship and was basically two hours of unsimulated, bizarre sex. It was very interesting to see an Oshima film that wasn't wall-to-wall fuckin'. I'm not sure how successful this is, but I like most of it. The cast is really interesting: David Bowie, Takeshi Kitano, and Ryuichi Sakamoto.
L'Argent (Robert Bresson) Bresson made this when he was 80 years old. It's a great, great movie. I probably won't be alive when I'm 80. Life is so unfair.
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does the other japanese movie, the strangely sexual one, end with a woman carrying her lover's penis through tokyo? or something like that? if so, i have a funny story about that movie. (well, as funny a story as one can have given that the movie involves a severed penis.)
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receptionista
Yeah, it certainly does end with the woman carrying the severed penis around town. What's your funny story? Tell it! Tell it!
my mom's going to kill me, but here's my funny story...
it's october 1977. my mother is about ten months pregnant with me. she is sick to death of carrying me and my olympic sized pool around everywhere she goes. she hears that having sex might induce labor. she tries to talk my pop into some hot monkey love, but he says "no way. i'm not getting anywhere near that stubborn kid and their pool." she hears about this movie that is supposed to be artsy, but is really more like freaky porn. she talks my dad into going to see it, which is easy because he loves japanese films. after the movie, he finally gives in to her advances, and 26 hours later, i was born. i'm four weeks late, but born with a full head of hair, and a deeply ingrained love of artsy, freaky films.
Yes! That is a great story. You should write to the director and let him know he induced your labor. Maybe he'll give you a cameo in one of his films.
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