For the first, the movie talks well and blends the ideas of fiction and non-fiction. You get the opposite feelings about both stories at the end of the movie and that is when you realize that it is about the nature of telling a story and how in one way or another, all fiction contains elements of real life and our experience welded within them�all non-fiction is presented in a certain way with elements left out by necessity and therefore fictional elements that must be filled in by either the writer or the reader.
For the second, race, sex, wealth, success, political correctness, youth, school and death are all dealt with in different ways that blend together to tease a brain interested in covert messages.
One of these points in particular is displayed in a scene I shall describe in partial detail:
The main character in the first movie, attends a class taught by a Pulitzer prize winning author who tears apart every student�s work after they have read with a cold, calm, authoritative honesty, that cuts them down right to the bone making them all feel like shit. Vi, a girl dating a paraplegic obsessed with honesty, gets in a fight with her boyfriend who accuses her of only wanting to sleep with the professor. She goes on a bender to a bar where she meets ced professor, contradicts everything she has said to her boyfriend and is wooed my the honesty, strength and confident attitude of her professor who without saying much, takes her home.
Discovering naked photos of another student in his bathroom, all Vi can say is under her breath to herself, �don�t be racist, don�t be racist, don�t be racist�� She comes out after about 2 seconds of small talk, he calmly tells her to take off her top looks at her, asks her to take off the rest, and stands up when she is naked. She walks towards him and he tells her to turn around. She does and her prof who by the way is black begins immediately penetrating her and says �now say�nigger�fuck me, hard.� She says she can�t say it, and then after asking her again she says it quietly as he fucks her harder, and eventually is screaming at the top of her lungs, as he is fucking her probably too hard�
It is one intense scene to watch. Just as powerful the second time.
At the next class, Vi recounts this story as a work of fiction to the other students. They all react with a wild blend of misunderstanding to her feelings of being raped and sexually permissive, the racism involved between the two main characters, the misogyny of her main character, and everyone lambastes her. One student�the one the professor was fucking, says that Vi�s fictional �character� is only pretending to be offended on racist grounds and politically correct, when in fact she actually is very turned on and fetishizes the myth of black male potency, that Vi publicly claims is a load of bullshit.
This story really pitted deep in my own dealing with pornography. And it also rings true the way some of my friends treat women and internalized racism. Rationally, I know it is a terrible industry filled with drugs, rape, STD risk, sexism, homophobia, child abuse and a ton of whacked shit I can probably scarcely imagine, but I enjoy porno. Not all of it�I read a lot on the net, but don�t like the pictures and have never personally rented a movie, though my 30-something friend did when I was 14 or something and I saw one then. Although it pains me to put this where it is visible by the public, I enjoy scenes where woman are sexually crazed, and my fetishization has gone through stages, that has lead me to get off on and dually feel guilty about, images of busty sexually dominant or submissive women, stereotypical sex talk, fucking from behind etc.. Though I claim it is bad and in the industry sense, wrong�and believe it is in my head�there is still a part that craves it, that is in some way addicted to images and kink of this kind.
I don�t know where it comes from or why it happened this way. My first sexual experiences where fucked and filled with guilt and this pretty much continued until a couple of years ago. My first images of sex were in a large part pornographic ones (through the squiggly lines on Rogers� pay per view) but were also buttressed by lots of academic Library books on safe sex and non mainstream sex, in my mid to late-teens. I never got off on the few porn videos that I saw in the flesh, cause the acting quality was so poor, that I couldn�t help but go�my god�neither of them are enjoying this very much�this is not sexy.
While watching the main character in the movie, this was the kind of thing that I felt�a pulling of both sides on the rope: My sexuality desperately wanting something that my head knows is wrong. And though my head is well grounded and versed in why I shouldn�t want ced thing and therefore creates a sense of negative feelings to those who enjoy them and guilt at even thinking about them, there is an unknown reason to enjoy them. And as long as it is there�the taboo stays strong�too powerful to be stopped entirely by my head. I got to know myself as my own enemy before I can be victorious in battle with myself. Art of War doctrine: page�whatever.