Lets pretend

Purely by luck I have seen as much theater in the last couple of weeks as I have seen all last year. As a member of a seat filler group, plus it being the new art season in NYC ,there have been allot of chances to see people make a spectacle of themselves in public. And because people are sitting in chairs facing them, they will actually be paid attention to. Which doesn't nessarly happen in New York . As a group we tend to get apathetically bored when people flail about or declair their love in front to us. It's seen as tacky and obvious.

As a nice jux position I have recently purchased a second hand DVD collection of the best of the James Bond movies. Why would a self righteous feminist need to spend money on this sort of the sexist ,exploited entertainment, in this economy? Because I love them. First of all I have a deep sentimentality for them. ABC used to show them on Sunday nights when I was a kid. Back in the day this was an event. While I love having access to every possible form of home entertainment at the press of a button, I miss specials. When one would look through the TV guide and spot that Thursday was going to be the one and only time Willie Wonka was going to be on this year. It brought on excitement and planning. Snacks were prepared, snuggly places set up. Cry of," IT"S STARTING ! GET IN HERE! IT"S STARTING ". One of the first words my younger niece learned to say was, " Pause."

60s Bond has the most wonderful colours. It's a living comic book. Skin tones look slightly unreal. Explosions are crayola orange. Lingerie looks sexier than it ever looks in real life because nothing is every quite those shades and textures. They are painted erotic. And the women. Bond girls are by far the most astounding bunch of beings that ever collected. And while perfect, there is still a reality to them that you never see now. They have flesh. Hips, thighs, and real bouncing breasts. And the bulk of them have plausible physical strength. I always respected James for getting hot for a fem who could potential take him down, as it were.

But the main thing is the man himself. Connery is so gifted in ways no one has ever given him credit for. He has the ability of -lets play pretend-. This guy has a laser that's going to take over the world, OK fine. Just met a woman named Pussy Galour or Plenty Otoole.Sure ,happens every day. There is no reasoning. No internal struggle. Just put on your tux and run. The bulk of the young actors I have seeing lately are so afraid of overacting, they give nothing for us as an audience to follow. They are having party's in their heads and souls but not sharing the event with us. It may be profound but its real boring.

Which leads us to the debates tonight. I think both of these men deeply care about our country. I think they desperately want to win. That they think they can make things better. Could they drop the programed reasonable contained answers tonight and go for it? Could they for an hour and half, not talk about how much they love the USA but show it? Reveal themselves, speak their immediate truth, give themselves to us. I want a crazy assed Goldfinger Octopussy hero for president not a middle school lunch monitor.