mardi, octobre 24, 2006


Yes, you read that poster right: Poltergay. I started seeing these posters last week just before I left on that field trip, and today I decided that I need to see this thing. I suspect it will be inane and insulting (but hopefully not boring). I'm interested to see what sorts of stereotypes of homos are currently percolating in France. From the looks of things, it's rather Village People, but I think part of that is due to the storyline: once upon a time (1979, to be exact), a large country manor was being used as a gay disco; something BAD happens, many homos perish, and 6 bodies are never recovered; later, a (heterosexual) couple buy house, husband starts seeing ghosts—Gay ghosts—and hilarity ensues. Also, the lead male seems to provide a lot of ass shots.

Okay, so that explains the leisure suits and disco shoes, but look closely at those disco the right...what is that? There's a disco ball attached to one of the "poltergays" (in the yellow) in the manner of a ball-and-chain. Wassupwidat? Even those who are not fans of close readings of mass texts will have admit that there is something going on here. I'll have to wait until I see the movie to report on whether that is explained by some story element. In the meanwhile, I'm left to ponder what political ramifications there are to having a posters all over Paris showing a typé (stereotyped) gay man in a tragically outdated disco outfit chained to a disco ball. I'm torn between "haha, tragic!" and "sweet tap-dancing jeezus on a pogo stick! What is wrong with you?!", which I consider an exemplary spectatorial position for capital-C Camp (and its attendant theories of reading). Either way, I'm willing to bet that this move will be TOTALLY GAY. In fact, to quote a friend of mine (you know who you are), this movie will be "the gayest gay to ever gay."

[Also, note that the "straight" lead is wearing white alligator/snakeskin boots. I'm just sayin'...]

On a mostly unrelated note, I bought a head of lettuce yesterday that I planned to eat today. It was a crappy head (haha), that I had bought at Franprix for a very low price, so my plan had been to strip off the outer layer of wilted leaves and have the rest as a base for a plate of crudités (i.e., raw vegetables). As I tore away the leaves, I noticed that the stem on one leave was rather brown, but not actually wilted; just brown and sort of pock-marked. I tossed that leaf away and kept on pulling leaves and throwing them into the sink to rinse. Layer after layer, the leaves on one side have brown stems with little holes. Finally, near the centre, I found him: a wee little gray caterpillar, curled up in a protective ball. Well, apparently my lettuce wasn't crappy, just "organic." I chucked the little guy into the toilet and kept on tearing. Heck, I was going to wash it anyway.

This morning, I dropped by a boulangerie that had just opened near my workplace, which is part of the chain of Boulangeries Kayser. Now, the neighborhood around my workplace is rather swank (see yesterday's post for an example of what I mean), so I was expecting high prices. Nonetheless, here's what a 7.50€ carpaccio aux légumes (vegetable carpaccio) will get you: a handful of lettuce in a plastic container, a few slivers of shredded carrot, a few of radish, and what looks like a bit of dressing. In the end, I went for the 4.70€ sandwich, which was still a ripoff, but at least I didn't feel physically violated in the way I might've with that box-o-slaw.

6 commentaires:

Marie a dit…

Hey Luis, do you know if there's any way to make olives ripen after you've bought them? or am I stuck with unripe olives? (Note: this is why I always taste olives at olive bars.)

Luis-Manuel Garcia a dit…

Hmm, I dunno. Based on wikipedia's article on olives, I'd suspect that you need to let them sit in their brine for a while or maybe even make a new brine. Sorry about the crappy olives! Do you want me to bring you some from Paris? There's this amazing store on Ile Saint-Louis that has a zillion varieties of olives packed in tin cans (i.e., transportable).

Marie a dit…

Thanks, Luis. I never say no to olives!
Are you coming by Chicago anytime soon? (heard that you were going to Hawaii in 3 wks, lucky duck) I clearly need to get on the conference-in-the-sun track...

Luis-Manuel Garcia a dit…

Yeah, I normally wouldn't make the trip from Paris to the US for a conference, but it's Hawaii.

Anyway, I think I'll be in Chicago for a week sometime after Dec 8, but don't quote me on it quite yet. Still working out the travel issues and such. I would send the olives through someone going to my conference in Hawaii, but I don't trust any of them to not eat them.

Anonyme a dit…

Hi there,

I just got back from seeing Poltergay, I have to say it was much better than I was expecting. My expectations were pretty much exactly yours: that it would be banal and mildly offensive, at best, but I might learn something about French stereotypes of gay men.

I was, however, very pleasantly surprised -- yes, it was high camp, and there was a lot of gentle ribbing, but overall it was a very big-hearted comedy. Plus, many ass-shots.

Luis-Manuel Garcia a dit…

Thanks Amy! Great blog, by the way. I *heart* foodporn, so we have something in common (although I haven't photoblogged my cooking recently). Anyway, I'm going to check out Scoop tomorrow with a colleague, but the Poltergay is still on my list! I'll blog something amusing when I finally see it.