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This Friday I’m tasked with saying a few words to introduce a film showing. (Film club time again!) I think my words shall indeed be few: rather than loose off a tirade o’trivia, I’ll just share a few brief personal impressions. Let’s face it, any old so-and-so can look up trivia on the internet (in other words, do it yerself, fact fans). Besides, I’m not an expert (on any topic, least of all cinema!). All I can bring that is mine alone to give is… my perception. *flutters ridiculous quantities of eyelash*

Yes, well, anyway - the film I’ve picked is one I’ve seen numerous times, but not very recently - and I’m not going to re-watch it in advance of the showing (I want to anticipate enjoying it again, in company, rather than taking a Mastermind-specialist-subject-revision approach). It’s one that has a distinctive look, a mischievous sense of humour, and stars some of our most beloved Silver Screen Luminaries. It’s silly and frothy, but does dip a toe into potentially-serious notions of identity, personal authenticity and the masks we wear for one another and ourselves. (Plus, it’s a musical. I imagine that may divide opinions right there.) My title of choice is ‘Funny Face’, starring Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire.

Just now, rather than elaborate a comprehensive overview of the film in this, my own cosy little corner of the Entirenet, I have it in mind to plumb a tangent inspired by one of its songs. Namely, ‘Think Pink’.

’Think Pink’, I thought: what exactly does that mean? The problem of Pink is that it’s been recast over and over. It’s less a colour, more an implement. In recent generations, Pink has been forcibly gendered, trussed up in femininity (perhaps against its will; poor thing, I know how it feels). And yet, not so long ago, it was ‘Pink for a boy, Blue for a girl’. (No wonder so many of us are confused nowadays.) But Pink can also be political (and indeed pejorative) - You Commie Pinko Bastard - not to mention being an heraldic hue indicative of gay interests. Having said that, though, whilst the gay ‘Pink Paper’ has apparently ceased to be (superseded or outdone by other publications), we do still have the Financial Times (literally, rather than spiritually, a Pink Paper).

Despite its regularly being flourished with Pride, Pink is often seen as a colour of softness, of yielding, of submission. Pink, we are told, is dainty and sweet and feminine (ah, ‘feminine’: instructed so often to be quiet and decorative, where it might just as well be strong and productive!). But Pink (as we’ve already seen) can also be radical, loud, disobedient. Schiaparelli gave us Shocking Pink, and P!nk the popular music artiste aspires, I’m sure, to be shocking. And what of ‘hunting Pink’? Some say this term derives from the name of a tailor (though our old pal Vicipaedia hedges its bets and declares that this origin story is apocryphal); whatever, hunting is certainly not the pastime of shy retiring wallflowers, nor of raving liberals.

Pink can even be a literal weapon, in the shape of Pinking Shears. (Suddenly, appropriately, I’m reminded of the singer Jake Shears - he of the Scissor Sisters. Oops, we’re back to that other Pink again… and, um, yes, the scissors are not literal scissors in this case!) In case you were thinking that dressmaker’s scissors are not exactly offensive weapons, my dictionary informs me that ‘Pinking Iron’ is a term for sword. (One could say much more about this, but Freud is out of style these days, no?)

‘To Pink’ can also mean ‘To wound by irony, criticism or ridicule.’ I hope I won’t be on the receiving end of that on Friday!

Pink, let me confess (or reiterate), is not my colour. (Mauve, darling: that’s what my soul is wearing.) Whilst the song makes a case for Pink as the colour of carefree cheer, for me it’s rather too contentious and prone to (mis)interpretation. The wearing of Pink casts the wearer as a sort of living embodiment of their favoured view of its significance. It’s a battleground of competing certainties, whereas my true nature is (usually) rather nonchalantly comfortable with its ambiguity. (The ambiguity is consistently all one colour, and the colour is Mauve.)

Well, look at that. I’ve dragged You (whoever You may be, patient enough to have read this far) quite a distance away from The Film Itself. I shan’t be doing that on Friday, but wanted nonetheless to share something of the mental ramble that I’ve been enjoying in considering ‘Funny Face’. Thank you for traipsing along with me!

Date: Saturday, 12 March 2016 21:53 (UTC)From: [identity profile]
It's a great movie. We actually got it for Christmas and have really enjoyed it.

Date: Thursday, 31 March 2016 18:52 (UTC)From: [identity profile]
It seemed to go down well with the small film club crowd! :-)

Date: Thursday, 31 March 2016 23:55 (UTC)From: [identity profile]
It certainly did around here. :D

Date: Saturday, 12 March 2016 22:04 (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I've never seen that movie.

Date: Thursday, 31 March 2016 18:53 (UTC)From: [identity profile]
If you like Audrey Hepburn, you would most likely enjoy it! (Plus it does poke fun amusingly at earnest beatniks...)

Date: Monday, 4 July 2016 02:44 (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I do love the art-experiment photo!


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