Tales from the Vagina Zone
Julie Johnson, originally uploaded by emilyrems.I’ve been on my own for the last couple of days while LCF earns son-of-the-year points fixing up his momma’s house in Long Island. So last night, I used this rare moment of girly alone time to bake a casserole, listen to the Be Good Tanyas, and rent a truly vaginal flick. One that no dude could sit through in a million years DESPITE the fact that Lili Taylor and Courtney Love have sex with each other in it. This film, my friends, is Julie Johnson. Wow. What. A. Bad. Film. So bad it made John Mark Karr re-think his Bangkok sex-change operation because it makes all those who posess vaginas appear incredibly fucked up, spineless, and sad. To be fair, the weiner-havers in this celluloid abortion didn’t fare too well either, as they were saddled with the gross indignity of both slathered-on Hoboken accents and unflattering slacks. (Except for Spalding Gray. That suicidal scamp had style.) But still, this chick flick was especially brutal to the fairer sex, and should only be watched by sickos looking for more reasons to hate Mischa Barton. Perhaps my excellent movie judgement will return when my loverman does.