Tropfest, for those who don’t know, is the world’s biggest short film festival. IT started at a bar in Sydney, and now they have entrants from all over the world and a special edition during the Tribeca Film Festival. It’s kind of a big deal.
So the winner of the latest edition, that just finished up in Sydney? BAMBOOZLED. It’s probably the most ridiculously awful piece of homophobic trash you’ll see this side of the right-wing.
It starts with a man introducing himself to a fellow, “Peter”, he recognizes at a bus stop. The initial joke here is that it’s revealed that the man who just introduced himself to Peter was once a woman that he dated. The whole thing is awkward, and completely not how interactions with trans*men play out in real life, but it gets worse.
From there, they go and have a shitty montage in a pub, complete with getting very very drunk. Like no consent drunk. Peter goes back to the guy’s place and they sleep with each other. Peter does the whole wake up later regret thing, and then the man Peter just slept with says, “Don’t say anything as you’ve just been BAMBOOZLED!” A TV host runs through the door with camera crew, saying that the guy Peter slept with was an actor, while his real ex-girlfriend comes through the door spouting some nonsense about revenge, and it fades to black with everyone laughing at him. Nude.
So yeah tl;dr the plight of transphobic people is used a punchline to coerce a man into gay sex and rape him so that we can watch and laugh. I AM NOT KIDDING.
And the kicker: the signature item for this edition of Tropfest was “CHANGE”
I can shrug off awful. Hell, most Tropfest entries are pretty terrible. The whole event is honestly an excuse for Australians to go have a picnic. But this is legitimately a worrying piece of “cinema”. This guy is about to get a thousand and one networks into the industry. Is this the standard we accept now?
If you can: contact Tropfest on every means necessary. Twitter, facebook, everything. Start a fucking war. Bamboozled deserves to be stripped of its prize. It’s is disgusting film-making that should not have been screened, let alone awarded.
Revolting beyond comprehension, how can we seemingly get so far with transgender, gay and rape awareness and still manage to vote in a cisgendered straight man’s misrepresentation and comedic devaluation of the stigma surrounding these issues?! I cannot for the life of me fathom why this idiotic film got into the top 16, let alone won. This is disappointing beyond comprehension.
Oh 2013, exasperatingly devastating from beginning to end.
My housemate tried to blackmail me today. He sent me a text from the airport, twenty minutes before flying to Bali for a ten day holiday, because he “had to tell me” that our electricity will be cut off in a couple of days if I don’t pay his $900 collections debt to the electricity company.
“Just for the record, I would like it known by anybody who cares that I don’t think life is a perpetual dive. And even though it’s genuinely frightening, I don’t think Richard Hell’s fascination with death is anything else but stupid. *I* suspect almost every day that I’m living for nothing, I get depressed and I feel self-destructive and a lot of the time I don’t like myself. What’s more, the proximity of other humans often fills me with overwhelming anxiety, but I also feel that this precarious sentience is all we’ve got and, simplistic as it may seem, it’s a person’s duty to the potentials of his own soul to make the best of it. We’re all stuck on this often miserable earth where life is essentially tragic, but there are glints of beauty and bedrock joy that come shining through from time to precious time to remind anybody who cares to see that there is something higher and larger than ourselves. And I am not talking about your putrefying gods, I am talking about a sense of wonder about life itself and the feeling that there is some redemptive factor you must at least *search* for until you drop dead of natural causes.”—
It ends, of course, with an attack on the ABC, saying “Triple-J alumni have wrested cultural and editorial control” — which is a reasonably baffling claim to make given that it is less a ‘fact’ and more a ‘thing Nick Cater tells people who are too scared to disagree with him’. Although I will say that making Tom Ballard the host of Four Corners was a bold move.
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The female body has many uses. It’s been used as a door-knocker, a bottle-opener, as a clock with a ticking belly, as something to hold up lampshades, as a nutcracker, just squeeze the brass legs together and out comes your nut. It bears torches, lifts victorious wreaths, grows copper wings and raises aloft a ring of neon stars; whole buildings rest on its marble heads.
It sells cars, beer, shaving lotion, cigarettes, hard liquor; it sells diet plans and diamonds, and desire in tiny crystal bottles. Is this the face that launched a thousand products? You bet it is, but don’t get any funny big ideas, honey, that smile is a dime a dozen.
It does not merely sell, it is sold. Money flows into this country or that country, flies in, practically crawls in, suitful after suitful, lured by all those hairless pre-teen legs. Listen, you want to reduce the national debt, don’t you? Aren’t you patriotic? That’s the spirit. That’s my girl.
She’s a natural resource, a renewable one luckily, because those things wear out so quickly. They don’t make ‘em like they used to. Shoddy goods.
Here’s a subjective, personal favourite fifteen tracks of 2013 ignoring foreign tracks cos I don’t know any written due to jealousy of Doug Wallen’s Top 20 for M+N. Would probably have added specific live tracks by Oily Boys, Model Citizen, Dribble, M.O.B and Gutter Gods but dunno what they’re called…they’ll have their time.