Bruce LaBruce's Super 8 ½

did it occur to you that the word existential was being used purposefully in its colloquial, dumbed-down sense as a way of sketching a character who is obviously pretentious and somewhat ill-informed? and why are you being such a little bitch?

I probably made that note when I was sober.

Back when I saw the entry getting hits from Google I’d meant to go back and modify it a bit. This isn’t an apology. I felt I should’ve made my response clearer. When I watched your movie, and I’ll admit somewhere about ¾ of the way through I felt strongly impatient, I felt I was watching a movie the folks I hung around with in San Francisco in the 70’s could’ve made. That there’s hadn’t been any growth in the outsider sensibility.

And I said: “But I’m not silly enough to fault Bruce LaBruce for making what he wanted instead of the comedy about the gay porn industry I was expecting.” I wasn’t faulting you. It was meant as an explanation of why the movie didn’t appeal to me.

I could’ve easily added “Better Super 8½ than more episodes of Queer as folk (which I watch because my lover likes it).

I guess I did not get the point of your character’s use of existential. It is one of my red flag words. It was so badly abused about the time I became aware of culture outside of Savannah, GA that hearing it has always left me wanting to strangle the speaker.

Probably more than you want to know, but this will make a good addendum to the weblog entry.

I’d meant to post this sooner. Bruce’s email in response to my reply was very civil.

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