Cutie Honey’s evil sister Jill has used her goon squad, Panther Claw, to kidnap Cutie Honey’s uncle, a renowned scientist — and Cutie Honey’s got to save him! With her heart-shaped armor, Honey Flash choker and stunning blade, she takes down armies of goons and bad guys and, presto, changes her costumer for the next adventure.
Say “Hajimemashite” to your new favorite Japanese superhero — Cutie Honey.
Cutie Honey has perhaps the greatest opening scene in history. The first thing you see is a kitty. The second thing is a beautiful girl in a bubble bath. The next thing you know, she’s running down a busy street in a makeshift dress composed entirely of torn plastic bags while downing rice cakes and tea. Luckily, the rest of the movie holds up to those high standards.
KureKureTakora (or Gimme Gimme Octopus, as it’s known in English) is a 1970s live-action Japanese kids’ series of something like 260 short films, each about three minutes long, give or take. It’s one of the most surreal things I’ve ever seen on TV. Kids totally get the best media…
So, the show. It’s… hard to describe. The title character is an octopus who goes around saying “Kure Kure!” at everything (which means “Gimme Gimme!”/”I want it!”), and his best friend/partner in crime (literally…) is a peanut or a Squash (“Chombo”, I think is his name). Both Takora and Chombo are in love with a weird narwhal thing. Law in their weird little sound-stage village is kept (sorta…) by a badger who’s the sherriff – though, strangely for a kids’ show, Takora and Chombo are usually on the wrong side of the law, stealing from guys who look like they might be Sea Cucumbers?
So I’ve been doing podcasts for a while now, between working with Rich and Andrew on Crush On Radio and my own Painful Threshold (speaking of, a new episode should be coming soon!) — and I figured I could maybe help out anyone out there who wants to do a podcast themselves but doesn’t know where to start. So hey, have some advice in a handy-dandy bulleted list! Continue reading →
Whether you need a trans character to teach someone about masculinity or just to make your audience feel weird about genitalia, Trannybot 5000 is the answer to all of your casting needs!
No, that’s not just a needlessly offensive advertising tagline, it’s the satirical salespitch for Trannybot 5000, a low-fi film short recently released by trans filmmaker April Anderson. With a $10 budget and some help from the Trans Oral History Project, Anderson made the NSFW and potentially offensive video as a response to how trans women are portrayed in popular culture by cisgender actors and creators (that is, by people whose gender and sex-at-birth are the same).
“In an ideal world, real-life trans women would always play roles based upon them,” says the announcer inTrannybot 5000. “However, in our world, trans women are weird, and often have ideas that complicate a shoot.”
Steven Universe is also really hip when it comes to all sorts of social issues. Behind the scenes, three of the show’s four leads are voiced by women of color (one of whom is Estelle. You know, Grammy Award winning singer-songwriter, rapper, actress, producerEstelle). The crew is super diverse too, and most of them have art blogs on Tumblr. You can Google any name you see on the show, but a few to get you started: Rebecca Sugar, Ian Jones-Quartey, Raven Molisee, Ben Levin, Lamar Abrams.
She careened down the hill, feet over head, feet over head, pulled into a tight ball of grass stains and denim and purple poodle barrettes.
She giggled as she came to a gentle stop on the fluffy grass below. She cartwheeled across the meadow and finally tumbled to the ground under a maple tree.
I know all this, because I was watching her. I was sitting on my porch, watching her, and trying to remember.
It had been a good thirty years since I’d done any somersaulting. Or any skipping or hairbraiding or make-believe, for that matter. “Unless you count making believe that my life is actually worth living,” I said softly to myself with an ironic laugh. Continue reading →
He leaned against the bus window, his breath visible on the cold glass. It was one of those early November twilights that pricks everyone with its cold but does not yet carry the threat of snow. Across the river, he could see the early darkness wrapping around and clinging to the buildings of the Manhattan skyline.
He sighed. The bus swung around a corner and came to a standstill. Startled, he realized that this was his stop. He knew he really should get off because he was running late already, but somehow he could not bring himself to do it. A moment passed and the bus pulled away. Continue reading →
Caveat: A request to review KateGoes’ debut album Animals Who Want To Be Other Animals was met with an express stipulation from the band that they would sanction a review only upon the precondition that it be written in a (to quote) ‘geordie accent‘. Whether this represents a progressive female re-appropriation of the male critical voice or is a matter of ethics in indie music journalism is open to debate.
The Geordie version ran yesterday, and an standard English dialect version follows below the cut.
Caveat: A request to review KateGoes’ debut album Animals Who Want To Be Other Animals was met with an express stipulation from the band that they would sanction a review only upon the precondition that it be written in a (to quote) ‘geordie accent‘. Whether this represents a progressive female re-appropriation of the male critical voice or is a matter of ethics in indie music journalism is open to debate. I will stress that any offence caused by the clumsiness of my aping of the Newcastle accent is wholly unintentional. It is worth noting at this juncture that in order for me to render the review in native dialect I have made recourse to a combination of translation software, academic research and personal observation. Thank you.
It was the last night of camp, and a particularly large bonfire was built for everyone to gather around, toast marshmallows for s’mores and sing camp songs for the last time while the music counselor played her acoustic guitar. The stars were terribly bright, the moon was full, and the hum of nocturnal insects was a constant backdrop beneath the songs and conversation. Friendships forged over lanyards and canoes were promised to continue—visits over school vacations! letters!—but really everyone was saying goodbye tonight, everyone was flashing their smiles in the flickering light of the fire for the final time. Continue reading →