I want to talk all about Margo Channing.

Specifically, how she is the perfect foil for Eve Harrington and a real subversion of the paranoid bitchy Diva persona that I think people assume she is when they absorb All About Eve's place in the Bette Davis zeitgeist. See, I was definitely expecting this to be a movie about how show business creates a cycle of female monsters who tear each other down, a real cat and mouse dance. But even…

We bring ourselves to films. When I watch something, I carry it all with me into it: I'm looking for something that, maybe, will be in this film, finally. This is the one where I find that emotion, that look, that narrative gesture, that curl of smoke that says "I know you."

But it's not like we ever really find it. I think the allure of the screen is that there is always the possibility it will be there, and…

The creep of oppression affects us all. And in music we beat it back -- that devil you didn't know you were dreaming with. The one they gave you, that you memorized in comforting phrases and innocent rhymes. We answer the call by remixing the melody, by altering the words. We can't let go of the pain it causes -- we can only celebrate it as a tribute to the fact that we were alive, we were here, on this…

We have to go to the desert. We have to find our safety there... No water, no crops, no sounds to wake us from our carefully corroded dreams.

Just endless highway -- that is the road less traveled on, for those lost in the jams and crashes and shish-kebob fender-benders take better care of their necks than we do... They better take care... they better the rules of the road. For it is there we will fly, awake inside…

This was honestly the most paint-by-numbers portrait of racism I've seen in a long time. There is nothing subtle about this play, nothing remotely nuanced or thought provoking. It feels like something White People can watch and feel Woke about because they've Felt Things. Like I mean... the monologues Kerry Washington's character gives demonstrates that perfectly. The recurring theme is "you couldn't possibly understand what it feels like" or "you can't have empathy, you don't know." Just telling people about…

Scavenger Hunt #46 - 8 - something STAGEY

Until I looked for a film to fulfill this task, I had no idea this movie even existed. Which is just baffling to me. I studied Shakespeare and gender dynamics in depth and never did I come across any mention of this film! It is likely due to the fact that it most likely flopped or did lukewarm at the box-office, and has been erased from public consciousness. But while it has…