Car crash fetishists and polygamy
No doubt that tomorrow a lot of people will be dropping by their local video store or favorite online rental establishment to find out more about the movie that managed to upset Best Picture favorite Brokeback Mountain.
The mischievous part of me is hoping that some of those curious will be puzzled how a movie about automobile accident fetishists could ever win an Academy Award.
Those will be the people who accidentally rented David Cronenberg's ode to creepy sex Crash (1996) rather than Paul Haggis' race relations drama Crash (2004). I'll be keeping my fingers crossed.
On a faintly related note, shame on Bill Conti and the Oscar band - not for pre-empting Crash co-screenwriter Robert Moresco, but for so flustering Crash co-producer Cathy Schulman to the point that she revealed the secret of her apparent polygamy. As the music swelled and the camera went to a wide shot of the stage, Schulman thanked, I believe (after several replays, thanks to DVR), “my husband, my wife.”
I'd like to believe I'm a New Yorker trapped in a Tampan's body, so anyone who had a pivotal role in making NYC the great city it is has earned a measure of respect from me. Though Jane Jacobs may not have necessarily created anything to make New York what it is, she certainly fought to keep New York from morphing into what most other cities in this country have eventually become - she spearheaded the fight against Robert Moses' plans to build an expressway that would have cut through Manhattan.
For a woman with no expert training on the subject of urban planning to win a battle against arguably the most powerful man in New York at the time and write a book that has become a staple of many college urban planning and architecture classes (though I don't think her ideas have exactly become Hoyle to modern urban creation) is the most impressive part of her history.
Hopefully her passing will spark some interest in and celebration of her activism and feminism-by-example.