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Thoughts that Don't Go

It was Father's Day yesterday, so Dee came up to Sydney to see Phil for the weekend, and the pair of them crashed at my place.

My little joke about children on this blog seemed to come back to haunt me, as is what happens with this kind of thing, since after a weekend with a seven year, I'm quite happy to never see anyone under the age of sixteen ever again. We fed Phil pizza, chocolate, soft drink, tacos, and let him run round playing video games and watching TV until midnight, maybe later, who knows. Time meant nothing after a while. Anyhow, it sounded like a good idea at the time, and sure it was fun, but come Sunday I just worn the fuck out and was happy to see the two of them leaving.

Afterward, I ended up watching Predator. I don't know why. I'd like to tell you it was because I hadn't seen it, but I had, and I've seen it a number of times, because when my mind ditches out on me, I end up watching stupid action flicks from the eighties, and Predator is a real stupid favourite of mine. A special military ops go into the jungle, characterised as much by the weapons as they carry as they are their scant characterisation in the script, are attacked and killed by an alien that is characterised by its ability to blend into its surroundings. About half way through, however, I began to think of the film as a coming out story for gay men. It was all the muscles, really, and it certainly wasn't helped by that big muscle bulging test of strength that Carl Weathers and Arnold Schwarzenegger give each other upon seeing the other. Tiny erections dancing on their arms. Maybe I was fatigued or something, but I swear I could see it in the film. Bill Duke's Mac ends up going insane after the death of his 'friend', Blain, played by Jesse Ventura. In the strict military world that the pair occupied, of course their love would have to be hidden, would have to be hinted at, and the audience would have to find it. Perhaps in the way Mac sings about women while chasing the Predator down at the end. Yes. Of course. And I'd be a bad critic if I didn't note that Hawkins, the first of the soldiers to die, does so after another soldier makes 'eyes' at the only female within the film--is it not apt that the Predator strikes then, choosing the moment to punish one man for his betrayal of sexuality? Perhaps he decides to kill them then, of course, because there is a taint in the midst of the men, and that they will be lead astray. Certainly been my experience with women.

I figured I was onto something here. I figured I could make something more out of the fact that Sonny Landham, the man who played Billie, the psuedo tracker due to his Indian heritage, had been a porn star in the seventies. I figured it was brilliant.

I really thought that this would have passed by the time I woke up in the morning, though.

(Cross posted to benpeek.com)

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deborahlive
Sep. 8th, 2008 05:42 pm (UTC)
You're gonna be an awesome dad one day, you know that?
benpeek
Sep. 8th, 2008 11:35 pm (UTC)
heh. i'm fairly sure that any--if it existed--parenting that happened on the weekend came from d, not me.
ext_121545
Sep. 9th, 2008 04:53 am (UTC)
oooh, i might steal this reading for a conference paper or something! :P
benpeek
Sep. 9th, 2008 12:07 pm (UTC)
it's mine! mine!
ext_121545
Sep. 9th, 2008 12:35 pm (UTC)
oh ok then :(

p.s. Billie was a porn star? How interesting. He was my favourite! I used to love that scene where he just waits for the predator to come and gets his knife out and slices up his chest. So very camp! Ah 80s excess...
benpeek
Sep. 9th, 2008 01:04 pm (UTC)
yeah, apparently in the 70s he was. i don't know much about it other than that.
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