Slap Bookleather: May 2022

Friday, May 13, 2022

Quickshots: Eminence Hill

Upon watching Eminence Hill I determined that I need a new metric for a

movie- did the movie put me to sleep?

Let’s take the same Eminence Hill as an example. It started off with a tense, dramatic moment setting up what promises to be a bloody tale of vengeance. Then it kind of wandered off until some spicy campfire scenes grabbed my attention, followed by an absurd scene of a pair of Apaches stealing horses from our main characters by (I kid you not) walking up to them while they slept five feet from their mounts, shushing a captive, then riding away. The great horse thieves of the plains are surely rolling over in their graves. At some point conservatively dressed but thoroughly dangerous looking lawman walked into a saloon and ordered some tea after an awkward encounter with…

…and then I woke up. Mrs. Slap had just come home, we put on some chili, and I don’t think I’ll ever get back to this one.

The cast, sets, and wardrobe were by turns great or ridiculous. If I were a more attentive viewer I would have followed the plot better, but consider this- no one has to make you follow the plot to Empire Strike Back. You are in from the first shot, and I certainly wasn’t on this one.

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Saturday, May 7, 2022

Madonna: The Cowgirl Years

Embarasing Allure of Cultural Appropriation

On one hand, a decent person would feel like an asshole for enjoying these culturally insensitive pictures of topless women in anachronistic native headdress (aka, hot naked Indian princess, take that search engines!). On the other hand, well, that hand also feels like an asshole. However, as a multi-dimensional being of the multiverse how many hands do I really have? We are bound by our illusions and like seeing what happens when we screw with search engines. Namaste.