O Lord, the hour is late and my eyeballs need proppin' open like those of Alex de Large. But I have to stay up just long enough to advise to you click (not run, neither walk) on over to Cinebeats where Professor Lindbergs has got a fascinating class in session right now on the rich significance of porn-derived Japanese genre films called Pinky Violence. Kimberly's wide-ranging appreciation for the subject thrusts and parries into not only a compulsively readable history of an ignored genre, but into a consideration of the nature of film criticism, particularly that branch concerned with the accepted canon of Japanese filmakers. If you're like me, this may be a whole new wrinkle in Japanese cinema to explore. And the wonderful thing is, Kimberly is the best guide to have along on a journey like this-- she combines encyclopedic knowledge with a fan's boundless enthusiasm and a seriousness of intent that is positively inspiring. My go-go boot clad colleague has distinguished herself in a big way with this blog and carved out some very fresh, charged-up territory in the process. She stopped posting for an extended period a while back, and my sidebar honestly seemed a footcandle or two dimmer for the duration. But she's back, baby, and stronger than ever. If you haven't yet acquainted yourself with Cinebeats, there can be no excuse for further deprivation. Bring yourself and your opinions too-- as it is on the best sites, assent and dissent are always welcomed as long as they are accompanied by civilty, a way with words and, of course, a true passion for film of all genres and classifications. I am seriously going to try to spend the weekend doing nothing that cannot be classified as leisure-time activity, and Cinebeats' latest brilliant post (and the equally detailed and informative comments, into which I intend to jump cannonball-style) are destined to be the centerpiece of my golden hours. Treat yourself right and do the same.
Rica kicks it old school-- and class is in session at Cinebeats!*************************************************************************************
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I thought I was the only one who remembered "Pink Lady and Jeff"? And I was trying so hard to forget it.
I'm often horrified by the bats that come shrieking out of my belfry from time to time. Who wouldn't want to forget PL&J? And yet, when I saw it again recently (some cable channel disinterred it for a spell), it was queasily fascinating, in that "How could this have ever been considered a good idea?" time capsule kind of way.
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Thanks much for the enthusiastic mention of my recent post Dennis! I'm really glad you enjoyed it and found it interesting enough to chat about in your own terrific blog.
ReplyDeleteAnd good grief... who can forget Pink Lady and Jeff once you've been exposed to it?! That variety show was so damn bad that it was often great.
For the uninitiated I proudly present:
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I'm not sure if this was worse, but when I visited Japan in 1979, I bought a Pink Lady LP for a friend of mine back in Denver.
ReplyDeletePeter, the last time I was in japan (2006) I bought a Pink Lady CD as well as Pink Lady bento box so if anyone should be ashamed of something... I'm afraid that it's me.
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Jeez, and I always thought "Pinky Violence" was the original title of "The Yakuza."
ReplyDeleteAh-ha! I am shamed for not thinking of that one myself! Way better than the Pink Lady and Jeff reference!
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