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All this, plus the fact that the one who wants Georgie to be more than a "nobody housewife" is also the scuzziest character in the whole movie. When she tells Miller that she just wants to keep house, your average 1956 movie-goer probably thought, "Well, yeah, why wouldn't you? Leave music to all these dopey white Elvis wannabes and people of color. Nice girl like you shouldn't have to work a day in your life." Hell, this movie features a woman who is getting married to a music mobster whom she refers to as "Mister" simply because she owes him for getting her father a reduced jail sentence. Then again, Fats also said that Miller making Julie London a star ruined her life because he made her a star when she didn't want to be one. So in a movie where women have no agency, I'll default to "accidental feminism" ... which is better than no feminism, I guess.

It's interesting to see a movie where the main point of tension is that a woman doesn't want to be an artist or creator and that the husband won't marry her otherwise. I'm so used to the plot being "Sweetie, it's either me or your career" that having a man demand that his future wife have a creative job in the face of an adoring public was downright confusing to me at first. Usually, the wife has to hide her creativity, not her apron. I think, if anything, this is the part of the movie that creates the sense that the movie is lampooning early rock -- one might think that someone like Jayne Mansfield should be dying to be famous, and so seeing her only want to be a housewife seems ludicrous because many people in the audience are probably wishing they could be Jayne Mansfield.

My wife instantly recognized this song while we were watching. I'd never heard it. Why does Fergie's music suck so much? Except for that whole "Can't stop shaking my glass of scotch" meet-cute they had.

And seems to play a very similar character.

Nah ... in Florida, the gators and snakes would've gotten to him before he had time to drown.

Speaking of Jayne Mansfield and Mickey Hargitay, has anyone seen the new MST3K on Netflix? They did The Loves of Hercules starring both of them, and it's one of the more enjoyable episodes of the run.

Hell yeah, the Pink Palace! It's about 10 minutes away from where I lived in Memphis ... I used to jog by it. [pictured: not Jayne Mansfield's house]

In all seriousness, he's dead right about the 50 Shades movies ... the shadows covering him up look spray painted on. Meanwhile, no one could possibly look less interested in being naked for 600 minutes of that franchise than Dakota Johnson, and she's a trooper about it the whole way through. Kevin Bacon as Christian Grey would've been 1000% more watchable. So ... I live in an big condo complex. Does it count as "the home" when I go to the community recycling bins or run out to grab something out of the car? Do I have to wear shoes to go to community pool? I await your ruling.

Jesus Christ, there will never a better reason to love you guys than the fact that this stupid movie sent you to goddamn JSTOR to get academic articles about male strip clubs ... Grad School Trip salutes you all. I think I might be in

OK ... I only had two goals for my pick this time around: I wanted to pick something that 1. I have never seen (I’m losing steam on the homestretch of my DLM challenge), and 2. is free somewhere on the internet. First, although this film is not hailed as a triumph of musical cinema, its legacy upon the world is enduring. I remember this film from my History of Rock 'n' Roll class. It stars and features music from the likes of Little Richard, Fats Domino, The Platters, Eddie Cochran and others. When this movie premiered in Great Britain in 1956, it marked one of the first mainstream introductions of early rock ’n’ roll music to the British public. As such, many future rock legends who were part of the British Invasion of the 1960s cite this film as a major moment of inspiration on their ensuing careers. John Lennon and Paul McCartney, for example, tell stories of how they first bonded as musicians by playing their favorite tracks from the movie for each other. Then, in 1960, they formed the Beatles and the world was never the same. Secondly, the star of the flick, Jayne Mansfield, is an underrated musical talent. This film plays up the idea that she is an “all looks, no talent” bombshell bimbo, but Mansfield only got started in movies after a fairly successful stint in Broadway musicals. She’s trained at both the piano and violin. Furthermore, she has become a sort of punk music icon. There are bands named after her and a several volumes of songs that reference her life and death. I give you: You can watch the whole thing here on YouTube.

Maybe it's supposed to be like, "Whoa, man, I can't believe we're actually in heaven!" Like a euphoric disbelief or an amazing mind-blowing circumstance. Hey man ... it's Florida.

As a straight male, I've long advocated for more dick in movies. It just always takes me out of it to see the lengths a movie will go to keep men's junk covered up while putting women's bodies on full display ... legs, shadows, cleverly placed foreground objects, L-shaped bedsheets, etc. So I applaud this movie for its schlongitude, although I think if you had the balls (ahem) to put a dick in your movie, you should also have the balls to have the genitals align during the sex scenes ... LAW is up near his belly button. Also, as a white male, I love being barefoot. I thought it was just because it is more comfortable to be out of shoes ... I didn't know it was a racial predisposition. My daughter also loves it ... she asks to take her shoes and socks off first thing when we get home. I hate to think I've trained her to be a stereotype. EDIT: This is my 500th post! I think this is the perfect way to celebrate. The human body is beautiful, people. Shed your hangups!

From that haircut, if I didn't know Lesley Ann Warren was in this, I'd think it was Jamie Lee Curtis. Maybe they didn't know who there were going to get, which is why she's facing away? I'd believe it if they said that the whole creative process of this movie started with promo poster concept art and a musical guarantee from Bryan Adams. Also, speaking of the hotel, I've never been to a hotel where the closed-circuit security TVs were in full view of the lobby. It's a hotel, not Walmart.

Deleted scene/alternate ending: Alonzo (entering work the next day): Hey boss, I've decided that I'm not going to move to New York. Boss: WHAT?! You were supposed to leave this morning! Why the hell not? Alonzo: Well, my wife and several daughters weren't too keen on the idea, and one of my girls had a tantrum and decapitated a bunch of snowmen, so I thought ... Boss: Your wife and daughters?! This is 1903 America ... we don't care what women think! Alonzo: Sir, if we moved to New York, there's no telling how much passive-aggressive corned beef shaving I'll have to endure in whatever awful 6-bedroom tenement we wind up in. Boss: You're fired.

I'm in!

What got to me about this moment that it is basically suggesting that a man can be an utter turd to his wife and churlish to the world in general, but as long as he has one moment to the contrary, all should be forgiven. "Oh, see? His not such a bad guy -- he's doing guerrilla karaoke to entertain his kids! It doesn't matter that he uses his wife's high salary as a cudgel whenever he's feeling called out."

It feels personal with my kid sometimes, though.

I've been so busy lately that I've barely had time to keep up with HDTGM, let alone Musical Mondays, but I'll tag in for this even though it's waaaaaay too early for the holidays. My wife [Borat voice] loves this movie but I've never seen it. She'll be floored when I tell her I want to watch it.

GIVE ME THAT BABY

If Jason asked, "May I hold that baby?" I might let him. But instead, he says, "Give me that baby," and that sentence has never been uttered with wholesome intentions.

It's a Get Out scenario. Poor Mikey is in the Sunken Place while Bruce Willis drives his body around.

Then again, these are John Travolta's sperm. Who knows what thetan-clear OT 8 swimmers are capable of.

When June mentioned that "no penis" might be a problematic way of describing women, she neglected to connect that to the moment when in-utero Julie discovers herself and says, "two eyes, two ears ... two mouths?!" Also, since the father decides whether the child is male or female, at least half of John Travolta's sperm should have sounded like Rosanne. Also also, those sperm not only got through the diaphragm, but James was on top of the covers and they were both clothed when they started fucking. I'd kind of like to thing those little gamete guys and gals overcame some serious adversity.

Correction: Paul says during the ep that the movie should be called Watch Out for Tension Wires since they're so much more dangerous than the sharks, but ... c'mon, it's the sharks that are making the tension wires dangerous. Without the sharks, a movie about the tension wires would just be called Slack.

During the scene where we see the footage of Jonas getting grilled by Heller after their failed expedition, Jonas has a half-eaten muffin sitting beside him on the table. It's such an odd piece of mise-en-scene, but I think the implication is that after Jonas erupted, a food fight breaks out.