|Posted on Wednesday, June 18, 2003 - 02:18 pm: |
Oh ho! So is this the part where drag me out to the racial solidarity woodshed for expressing a little Jungle Fever for me some Angeline Jolie? Now dat ain't fair. Hey. I don't get pissed when my wife gets all bubbly over seeing 007 alumni Sean Connery and Pierce Brosnan. Actually, It's almost a slight turn-on. (I know, I know. I've got ishues.)
I like Jolie because she is one of the few Hollywood movie stars, white/black/male/female, who has the artistic abandon to present unflattering, even loathsome images of herself.
And actually I don't think it is Jolie's beauty that did it for me (sometimes she looks good, other times she looks weird) as much as it was her performance in the movie Original Sin that captured a part of my licentious imagination. The Original is basically about a woman who seductively schleps up/down 19th Century Central America and uses her great sexual powers to con rich men outta their dough. And Banderas is one of her marks that she can't shake.
There is this 1 scene in Original where she/Banderas are caught cheating 4 men at cards. They beat the "schrait" beejeebers outta Banderas and rudely toss him down a flight of stairs. They then turn toward Banderas's hapless partner with the look in their eyes that clearly indicate she was soon to receive a different kind of "pounding". But rather than cower as they lustfully approach her with thoughts of penile payback in tow, she matter-of-factly faces an adjacent table, place 1 hand on it and uses the other to flip up the rear of her dress so as to haughtily assert, "I know what you m#$%!#f#@$*rs are going to do, and I ain't afraid of you. So quickly get to your business with me, be done with it, then be on your way."