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Brittany the Queerio: Gleeking Out of the Closet

9 Nov

It should come as no surprise that I am a huge Gleek.  Cheesy high school antics, musical theatre and Jane Lynch?  How could I not love Glee?  Like many other Gleeks, I have favorites.  Puck is my top sexy pick.  He’s a hot, outlaw Jew who had a mohawk for the majority of the first season.  He’s also got a beautiful voice and a body to die for.  I would touch him for hours while he texted and ignored me.  I have problems.  Whatever.

Initally, I figured that Rachel would be my main character of choice; Lea Michele has been on my musical theatre radar since Spring Awakening.  She is, in many ways, a younger Idina Menzel (who played her birth mom on the show due to their physical and musical similarities).  I’ve been in love with Idina since… ever.  Rachel is ambitious, nerdy, spunky and beyond talented.  Also, once again, I can’t help but love seeing a nice, Jewish girl.  More chances for excellent episodes about Passover.  Always a win.

As time went on, though, I found myself waiting for the moments that side-character, Brittany, the resident ditz, would open her mouth.  The writers give her the best lines!  Let’s examine some of them:

“[Miss Pillsbury] is the one they made me talk to when they found out I was keeping that bird in my locker.”
“When I pulled my hamstring I went to a misogynist.”
“I’m pretty sure my cat’s been reading my diary.”
“I’ve been here since first period. I had a cold and I took all my antibiotics at the same time, and now I can’t remember how to leave.”
“I don’t brush my teeth, I rinse my mouth out with soda after I eat. I was pretty sure Dr. Pepper was some sort of dentist.”

My favorite, though, is the ever popular:
“Dolphins are just gay sharks.”

Brilliance.  Pure and simple.  I’m not alone in thinking this.  My personal Lord and savior, Joss Whedon, has gone on record saying that Brittany is his favorite character.

Seriously, check the 1 minute mark.

Vindicated in my love!  Joss agrees with me!  All is right in the world.

As much as the dolphins line may have been the closer for many people, it is actually Brittany’s sexuality that makes her tops in my book.  Lately on Glee, there has been much discussion of the loneliness Kurt feels as the only openly out gay kid at McKinnley High.  Yes, Kurt is fabulous.  Yes, it is wonderful to have a gay character who is accepted by his friends and family at such a young age.  Yes, growing up queer in Smalltown, USA is usually made of super suck.  For all of these reasons (and his fantastic voice), Kurt is wonderful.

Still, I wish he (and the other members of the Glee club) would open their eyes to the one person who has accepted her sexuality, complications and all.  That person is Brittany.  Maybe she’s too stupid to realize that being queer is something outside of the norm where she is.  Maybe she just doesn’t give a shit.  Either way, she’s open about who she is.

Brittany is attracted to pretty much everyone.  To paraphrase the great Margaret Cho, Brittany isn’t straight, she isn’t gay…she’s just slutty.  Besides the fact that she has slept with basically the entire football team, Brittany has an ongoing sexual (and possibly romantic) relationship with fellow Glee club member and Cheerio, Santana.  While watching the first season, I was floored when  Brittany pointed out that if having sex were equivalent to dating, she and Santana would be going out.

Hold the phone, Glee!  Did you just admit to intimate lady-relations between teenagers on prime-time TV?  It sure did.  And no big deal was made of it, either.  Brittany wasn’t tortured by the prospect of admitting it.  Santana wasn’t horrified when the information came out.  They both kept walking down the hallway as they always do, living their lives as hot, popular cheerleaders, albeit ones who have a fair amount of sex with each other.

In later episodes, Brittany talks about more women as attractive.  She even wants to touch the (fairly unattractive, if you ask me) female football coach’s breasts.  Most recently, Brittany and Santana were seen making out.  Brittany even thought that Santana’s “sweet lady kisses” were a nice break from scissoring.   Scissoring!  On network television!  Once again, this was not in an informational episode about creative lesbian activities.  No one learned an important lesson about how some people touch their bits together and walked away as a stronger, better community.   It was a regular-ass episode in which two ladies kissed and talked about the sex they were having without it being an issue.  Halle-fucking-lujah!

I know that gay identity and gay bullying, especially in high-school aged kids are HUGE problems right now.  I’m not attempting to say that Kurt isn’t a good representation of some of those problems.  I just want people to think about queer identities that alternative to a gay/straight dichotomy.  I want people to realize that Brittany, in all of her stupidity and riduclousness is the closest representation to my sexuality that I’ve ever seen on TV, much less on a mainstream, network show and I, for one, appreciate the hell out of it.

You rock on, Brittany.  You rock on or under or around with whomever it is you want to be making sexes.  I’ll be here, loving you and blogging about it.


What Are We Letting In?

8 Sep

I, like many self-admitted loserpantsed people, love vampire genre things.  Books, TV, movies… if it has fangs, I’m in.  That doesn’t mean I’ll like it, mind you, just that I’ll check it out.  For example, I’ve read all of the Twlight books, a fact that is a little bit to my chagrin.  They crack me up in their badness, but that’s another story for another day. 

Right now, I want to discuss my fears about the American remake of the excellent Swedish film, Let the Right One InI’m going to try to keep this spoiler-free, but knowing the plot and characters will certainly help you in reading this.  Moving on.  Let the Right One In is a gorgeous film, deeply entrenched with a visual mood that colors the feel of the movie from start to finish.  Moreover, it is full of subtlety, especially in the relationship between the two main characters.  It is quiet in its horror rather than explosive.  It is more about the nature of caring, love and commitment than it is about fear, though that certainly is an element that is addressed.  There is no flash, no extraneous gore, no moments that make you pee your pants a little.  Just good story telling and good film making. 

In a lot of ways, Let the Right One In isn’t a genre story in the way that many vampire tales, especially of late, have been.  Eli dislikes her vampirism, but not in the fake extensial quandry kind of way seen in Twilight or The Vampire Diaries.  Vampires are certainly not a normal part of every day life like in the worlds of Anita Blake or Sookie Stackhouse.  The love story is not about sex or forbidden desire, but rather about lonliness and very human needs.  Moreover, the love story is gender-reversed from the majority of vampire tales.  The vamp is a girl, though there is ambiguity surrounding her gender identity.  It is a very clear signal that the normal vampire codes of seduction and lust do not apply here. 

Clearly, I really, really, really like this film.  It’s original and moving and is already being hailed as a classic.  Of course, this means there has to be an American remake.  Joy.  Let Me In is set for wide-release in just a few short weeks on October 1st.  I’m going to see it, but I’m pretty skeptical (a fact that is probably already obvious from the tone of this post.)  Ok, I haven’t seen it, but I have seen plenty of remakes.  Most of those fit in the “When Remakes Go Bad” category.  I’m concerned. 

I’ve seen the trailer, people.  You can see it too.  Let’s compare and contrast trailers from the original and the remake, shall we?

First up, the original:

Now, the remake:

What do we see?  Well, I can’t really tell you what to see, but here’s what I get.  The original trailer is not about the horror.  It focuses on Eli and Oskar; their relationship is paramount to understanding this movie.  Yes, there are quick cuts and some moments that look vaugely scary, but that isn’t the thrust of the trailer (or the movie). 

The remake, though, plays instantly on very American fears.  A boy is dead, it’s an ordinary town, these people are just like you and your bullied kid could wind up loving a vicious killer vampire girl.  There’s a cop added to the mix, too.  He wants us to know that this has happened before, because we can’t figure that out on our own.  Maybe that’s a little harsh, but I just can’t help but feel like it has been “horrorized” and dumbed-down for the American audience.  Ambuiguity and subtlety are left by the wayside.  More proof?  Early accounts say that any gender confusion was taken out of the American remake.  Can’t have possible latent homosocial or homosexual undertones in our horror movies, can we?

Ultimately, that’s the problem that I’m getting at through all of this.  Let the Right One In isn’t really a horror, thriller or genre film.  From the looks of it, Let Me In is more horror than story, more genre than drama.  I’m worried that what I love will be lost in the desire to capitalize on the popularity of vampires and horror.  In the end, I’ll see it and try to look at it with an open mind, but I don’t know if I’m ready to let in a poor substitute at all.