Arianna told me to write something about Memoirs of a Geisha, but Rob Schneider is his own man, so I decided to do something a little different. Look, I hate glass ceilings (especially cleaning them) as much as the next sensitive modern metro, but the only reason Memoirs is being considered for any awards is because it’s about a chick. Take Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, for instance...A much classier look at whores which has been overlooked by the Academy for one simple reason...It features dudes. Just because Deuce is a male Geisha are his struggles any less real? Is our empathy for him less just because he gets jock itch instead of yeast infection? I don’t think so. In fact, I would say Deuce’s life is way harder than the Geisha broad’s. After all, he doesn’t have a kind older Asian gentleman buying him sweets (I wish! Shyea)...and he has to share a trailer with Eddie Griffin. So write your local congressman or lady and let them know that Deuce Bigalow is worthy of Oscar glory.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
