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Fw: cribbed straight from Nabokov's Sting remix ....
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EDNOTE. For those Dolorologists who like their LO diluted..... Note, by the way, Nabokov here derives from Sting and not vice-versa.
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From: Sandy P. Klein
http://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0318/sinagra.php
An Open Page
Buzz Babies
by Laura Sinagra
April 30 - May 6, 2003
Schoolgirl fantasy: Agnes Bruckner in Blue Car
((photo: Miramax))
f all the mind-control tactics used by high school teachers to mitigate the chaos of assembled hormone machines on every kind of jag, one of the most jaded is the systematic enshrinement of "poetry." Belief in the real-world power of crafted verse is guaranteed to keep at least a few little tweakers scribbling away. That moment of institutional boosterism remains an oddly democratic yet somewhat sinister phase.
This is one of the many subtleties Karen Moncrieff nails in Blue Car, a teacher-student tangle that uses its So-Called Lifeness as a beard for interactions that veer from everyday surreal to hauntingly injurious. Others include the claustrophobic latchkey existence of Agnes Bruckner's Meg and her self-destructive, otherworld-obsessed little sis Lily (Regan Arnold), who bicker away their afternoons until Mom (Margaret Colin) returns to deliver a fatigued critique. Lily is an achingly doomed embodiment of the torment that fuels Meg's notebook scrawl. Enter Mr. Auster, the English teacher, realized by David Strathairn as a broken lifer who leeches energy from Meg's confessional verse and lets his appreciation cruise well past mentorship. Moncrieff doesn't play much with manipulative erotics, focusing her attention on Auster's creepy turgidity ("poets touch the hidden nerve"). We really only rove Meg's body through the eyes of Auster's wife (Frances Fishe! r), whose rueful anger prevents her from seeing Meg as a child and imminent victim.
Blue Car gets so much of the hard stuff (including Meg's Plath-via-Tori poetry) that it assumes the easy stuff will take care of itself. It doesn't. Contrived Auster and Meg moments are cribbed straight from Nabokov's Sting remix≈oops, missed the school bus, but Mr. Auster's car is warm and dry. Additionally, Strathairn can seem detached from the sexuality that motivates his climactic betrayal. Moncrieff stops short of vilifying Auster≈even when the situation devolves into violation, she looks to retain its emotional complexity.
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----- Original Message -----
From: Sandy P. Klein
http://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0318/sinagra.php
An Open Page
Buzz Babies
by Laura Sinagra
April 30 - May 6, 2003
Schoolgirl fantasy: Agnes Bruckner in Blue Car
((photo: Miramax))
f all the mind-control tactics used by high school teachers to mitigate the chaos of assembled hormone machines on every kind of jag, one of the most jaded is the systematic enshrinement of "poetry." Belief in the real-world power of crafted verse is guaranteed to keep at least a few little tweakers scribbling away. That moment of institutional boosterism remains an oddly democratic yet somewhat sinister phase.
This is one of the many subtleties Karen Moncrieff nails in Blue Car, a teacher-student tangle that uses its So-Called Lifeness as a beard for interactions that veer from everyday surreal to hauntingly injurious. Others include the claustrophobic latchkey existence of Agnes Bruckner's Meg and her self-destructive, otherworld-obsessed little sis Lily (Regan Arnold), who bicker away their afternoons until Mom (Margaret Colin) returns to deliver a fatigued critique. Lily is an achingly doomed embodiment of the torment that fuels Meg's notebook scrawl. Enter Mr. Auster, the English teacher, realized by David Strathairn as a broken lifer who leeches energy from Meg's confessional verse and lets his appreciation cruise well past mentorship. Moncrieff doesn't play much with manipulative erotics, focusing her attention on Auster's creepy turgidity ("poets touch the hidden nerve"). We really only rove Meg's body through the eyes of Auster's wife (Frances Fishe! r), whose rueful anger prevents her from seeing Meg as a child and imminent victim.
Blue Car gets so much of the hard stuff (including Meg's Plath-via-Tori poetry) that it assumes the easy stuff will take care of itself. It doesn't. Contrived Auster and Meg moments are cribbed straight from Nabokov's Sting remix≈oops, missed the school bus, but Mr. Auster's car is warm and dry. Additionally, Strathairn can seem detached from the sexuality that motivates his climactic betrayal. Moncrieff stops short of vilifying Auster≈even when the situation devolves into violation, she looks to retain its emotional complexity.
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