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by San Haruka.
It was a good film very erotic and very artistic from a girl just
kissing a glass plate, but was removed from video.google.com since
Google is becoming more and more the CENSOR on the web removing all
content that doesn't suite the "family decency" they don't like
because it is hurting the imago they want towards the clients they have.
Even this website is banned from the adsense program, so this is the
reason I am using adbright instead. David Norden
PS: Luckily they still don't censor the search engine results from hot
content. But for video search you better go on brinckx
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By Debbie Schlussel found
at FrontPageMagazine.com
| December 12, 2005
Hollywood needs to change its name to Greater Absurdia.
It's not news that, these days, it's putting out movies in which the
outrageous is the heroic; the heroic is outrageous; and prostitutes are our new
moral heroes.
Except we're supposed to be fooled into thinking a prostitute isn't, in fact,
a prostitute at all. Instead, she's a classy lady to be venerated, glorified,
and even emulated.
That's the case with "Memoirs
of a Geisha," out in some theaters over the weekend, with
subsequent roll-outs in theaters nationwide. This movie is a case of the Emperor
wears no clothing. Only she's a geisha. And she's wearing an eight-layer kimono,
instead. Until she takes it all off for her wealthy Japanese patron of the
night. This movie, based on the best-selling novel of the same name, could have
been called, "How I Became a High-Class Prostitute."
Chinese Actress Ziyi Zhang: Kimono-Clad
Glorified Whore in "Memoirs of a Geisha"
But calling a spade a spade wouldn't sell as well to the elite, self-anointed
culturatti crowd with whom a little exoticism goes a long way in excusing the
inexcusable. (They couldn't even get the "exoticism" right, using
Chinese actresses for all the Japanese women in this movie. They tell US it's
racist to confuse these two Asian nationalities, but no prob when liberal
moviemakers do it in the name of helping us understand the glories of
prostitution.) Director Rob Marshall claims this film is a "women's
epic." What's next--porn stars as the new epic heroines?
Besides, the theme of prostitute as misplaced moral heroine has been done
before. It was called "Pretty Woman"--and was a whole lot more
charming than "Geisha," a depressing chick-flick falsely posing as
some moral love story fairy tale. It's the story of Sayuri, a young girl sold
into slavery by her parents for grooming as a geisha.
In all media appearances, the chorus is the same: A geisha is not a
prostitute. She's a high-class artist skilled in fan dances, delicate walking
techniques, and exotic Japanese dances. But from what takes place in the movie,
you could have fooled me. A hooker is a hooker.
The heroine of the movie, a geisha in training, has her virginity auctioned
off to the highest bidder. The denouement of the movie is when her virginity
garners the highest bid ever for any geisha in the history of Japan.
Selling sex for money--if that's not prostitution, what is?
Star Ziyi Zhang doesn't do much to dispel that she plays a prostitute, no
matter how many false nuances she throws in. No, geishas not prostitutes, she
told USA Weekend, because "they don't have their own lives." I suppose
she's referring to the geisha house mothers--and this movie made very clear,
they're no different than pimps (but for the kimono).
"They must walk a certain way, kneel and serve teas to men," Zhing
tries to differentiate. "Their lives are sad." But those are
distinctions without a difference. Prostitutes must walk streets a certain way
and their lives are sad, too. But instead of a fancy kimono and white powder
make-up, they're wearing sequined tube-tops and leather minis. Both have the
slutty bright red lipstick thing down, though.
Director Marshall claims "Geisha were the supermodels of their
day." Really? Did Cindy Crawford auction off her virginity to the highest
bidder, too? "The word geisha means 'artist'," he told Vogue,
"not prostitute." And the word "John" is a first-name, but
we know that's an epithet for something else, too.
In case there's still any doubt that this movie is not glorified prostitution
with a Japanese accent, compare "Geisha" to our own version, Donna
Summer's "Bad Girls":
Zhang said geisha are not prostitutes because they are "sad." Hmmm
. . . Summer's prostitutes: "Talking about the sad girls, sad girls."
Zhang's "Geisha" markets her body to the highest bidder in Japan.
Donna Summer's chicks: "Picking up on all kinds of strangers,
if the price is right. You can score, if you're pocket's nice. . . . Hey mister,
have you got a dime? Mister, do you want to spend some time? Oh yeah, I got what
you want. You got what I need. I'll be your baby. Come and spend it on me"
Sounds the same to me.
Marshal claims geisha are "artists." Donna Summer's prostitutes:
"Like everybody else, they wanna be a star." No difference.
Then, there's the "witty" dialogue from "Geisha," which I
swear I'm not making up. In discussing sex and the need to preserve her
virginity to the highest bidder, Sayuri's mentor utters these pearls:
"Sayuri, you know that men have eels and women have caves? Sometimes, a
man's eel likes to visit a woman's cave. A man likes his eel to visit a new cave
that has never been visited by other men's eels."
High-class stuff, isn't it.
In a national media campaign to--pardon the expression--pimp
"Geisha," the movie has been gushed over by Oprah (on her show and in
her magazine), "The View," and various celebrity and fashion
magazines, like the December edition of Vogue, which features tips on
geisha-style make-up and clothes in its TEN pages of glowing coverage of this
prostitution movie. People Magazine has a two-page spread: "Geisha Style:
Mementos of a Movie," featuring "official tie-in fashions, including
gazillion dollar jewelry. Companies from M.A.C. to Banana Republic to
prestigious L.A. jeweler Neil Lane are all pimping official "Geisha"
products.
Gee, I think I have a new Oprah-inspired costume idea for your little girl,
come next Halloween.
Can you imagine Tiffany & Company pushing a whore line of jewelry? The
whore-chic thing general doesn't sell, but with a Japanese accent and locale, I
suppose that makes it highbrow to the intellectual glitterati who are already
making this horrid movie a big part of Oscar buzz.
It's as if Donna Summer was talking about this movie ahead of time in her
'70s disco hit. "Now you and me, we are both the same. But you call
yourself by different names." Indeed.
"Memoirs of a Geisha" is nothing more than the Memoirs of a Whore
in a Kimono.
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