DEBORAH TURBEVILLE and STEPHAN LUPINO, 1982 BUDAPEST
Lorrie Moore on Blue is the Warmest Color:
"Shouldn’t the camera instead be trying to get past the gazeness of its gaze—that is, its condition of exclusion—and engage with the observed, knitting together an alliance between viewer and viewed? Is looking necessarily a form of desire? Of covetousness or envy? Was not the ultimate male gazer Hans Christian Andersen’s poor Little Match Girl?"
"(Did we learn nothing from Vivien Leigh’s little morning-after smile in Gone With the Wind? There are more elegant and succinct ways of communicating coital satiety than perspiring and exhausted flesh.)”
Zoe Saldana: “We don’t breed skanky, coquettish, giddy little girls. We breed women.”
"When asked about her experience shooting with these testosterone-heavy casts, she barely hesitates before telling me that, despite working with men she respects, there have certainly been times when “you’d see all the boys together, and they’re discussing the scene and what’s going to happen. You just go, ‘Yeah, but…’ and they say, ‘Oh, but we already discussed that.’” There are three possible reactions, she says: rolling your eyes, “because men think they know better”; laughing; or, she says, “sitting and watching while everybody feels uncomfortable around you, and feeling really good about yourself because you stood up for yourself, you mattered, you voiced your presence.” Saldana has no problem pulling a mentor or male authority aside, she says, laying out for me her usual plan of attack: Her “heart racing and sweating buckets,” she declares, without blinking, “I’m not happy.” And then she states her case: “I understand everything you’re saying, but these are the terms we agreed on, and that is why I got on a plane and came out here, and I decided to have your back, and now I don’t feel like you’re having my back. This character is invisible. She’s completely irrelevant, and she should be more.”
Saldana’s only regret is the rare day she bites her tongue—and she has strong words for women who squander their potential. “Women who are very whiny annoy the fucking crap out of me. It’s impossible for my sisters and me to hold a conversation with a woman who is incompetent,” she says. “It’s one thing to be uncertain, a little insecure and scared, and another thing to be lazy.” The word alone, laaay-zee, is enough to melt Saldana’s face with disgust as though she’s just inhaled the sour stink of expired milk. “I can’t deal with mediocrity and incompetence. And you see it in people’s eyes.””
Young & Modern and Moody Lydia Davis