The Los Angeles area (and quite arguably the world in general) is in some form of an Orwell 1984 nightmare, from aimless shootings to wildfires resembling the apocalyptic Burning of Los Angeles in West’s Day of the Locust... yet most remain somewhat distracted and disconnected by Bradbury’s predicted “seashells” in our ears, “viewing screens on our walls” and “talking to our friends through the digital wall.” In these chaotic moments I have always found a sanctuary in art;
the announcement that The New Bev @newbeverly
is reopening in December to provide it’s old school, in the flesh experience of cinema on film is just the kind of small but magical good news Los Angeles needs... This photo taken in front of a poster for Russ Meyer’s 1965 Faster Pussycat Kill Kill at The New Beverly Theatre circa 2015 is extremely fitting in 2018 regarding my feelings towards the breed of narcissistic, inhumane male ego that is the cause of mass shootings in bars, concerts, schools and places of worship, that is separating families while putting helpless children in camps, that is behind the 20 states that still don’t consider attacks on LGBTQ as hate crimes, and is harassing/ assaulting women while still keeping their positions of power.............
To quote this poster’s film:
The Old Man:
Women! They let 'em vote, smoke and drive - even put 'em in pants! And what happens? A Democrat for president!
Ladies and gentlemen, here’s hoping and fighting for 2020.
I hope you all voted, have been voting and continue to vote, even when it’s no longer en vogue to post a selfie with a sticker.
This female’s sense of revenge for the patriarchy is on fire. #fasterpussycatkillkill #feministmasterpiece #feministclassic #newbeverlycinema #smallwins #artshouldneverbecensored #violenceinthemoviesnotinreallife