Tonight was shaping up to be pretty stupid, because tonight I was scheduled to spend my evening reading Spivak on Derrida on Rousseau, while tearing out my hair and probably holding my head in my hands and letting out cries of despair.
But then…
X-Files news!
So that’s pretty fucking excellent.
ALSO – I finally managed to get to this really good video store that I’ve been meaning to go to for months, and clearly it was meant to be because as soon as I walked in the door my Barbarella-radar led me directly to the section labelled “Space Nudies” (ie: Barbarella and films that are rather like Barbarella). Sometimes I worry that the fact that I appear to have Barbarella-radar indicates that what I actually have is a problem. But anyhow. I didn’t rent any Space Nudies this time, because instead I rented this totally wicked bootlegged documentary on women in British post-punk, and Tank Girl. Tank Girl is now my second favourite film and I watched it two times in as many days, even though it is supposedly shitty, and it has the best soundtrack I have ever imagined. Also, I am very excited that this place has introduced the term Space Nudies into my lexicon because now I have a term with which I can refer to my favourite genre of film.
What? Who doesn’t love Tank Girl?!
I think the shittiness is relative. The comics are a great read, and the movie lets them down in a lot of ways.
I haven’t read the comics, but I kind of assumed that was probably the case. However, as someone who hasn’t read the comics, I think the movie is basically an amazing cultural artifact in and of itself.
Yea, it usually seems to be the way.
The movie had some good points though. I thought Lori Petty was a good choice. And I guess McDowell’s presence is pretty much mandatory for this sort of thing.