Quebec filmmaker Jean-Marc Vallée, who directed Dallas Buyers Club, spoke to CBC’s Jian Ghomeshi, who asked whether he ever considered casting a transgender actor."Never. [Are] there any transgender actors?" he said. "I’m not aiming for the real thing. I’m aiming for an experienced actor who wants to portray the thing." (x)by “the thing” of course he means someone who is transgender
“There’s a form of mental torture called “gaslighting,” its name taken from a play in which a man convinces his wife that the gas lights in their home she sees brightening and dimming are, in fact, maintaining a steady glow. His ultimate goal is to drive her into a mental institution and take all her money, and soon the woman ends up in an argument with herself about whether she’s losing her mind. American race relations have a similar narrative: An entire set of minorities confident that the everyday slights they’re seeing are real and hurtful, and an entire set of other people assuring them that they’re wrong.”
female robbery ( femme fatale crime spree )
what was your motivation, then? journalists asked, eagerly leaning over trembling notepads, in the rare event they graciously granted an interview, more out of pity for the fascination they generated than anything else.
the women would glance at each other, eyes flickering a language faster than even the eagle-eyed writers can decode; and a few of them shrug.
because we wanted to, one of them answers, simply.
in the media, iconic images of them frame them strikingly - heels edged sharply, guns slung over poised shoulders, lots of visual cues that build them as easy to fear, dripping danger even from the still of a photograph. but in action, they blend in whenever they so wish, melting into the background to dispatch security officers before they stride languidly to the counters of the biggest banks in each state and unfurl fingers expectantly - reminiscent not of the crudeness of robbery, but of royalty awaiting tribute.
they always get what they want.
(of course, what they don’t tell the journalists, is that the robberies? they’re just public relations - society did so love a god damned show, from its women, most of all. it was their bit of fun, because they’d set the necessary wheels in motion a long time ago - rearranged the complex financial networks that once siphoned money from bottom up, now tangled to pour it all back to the society to whom they truly belonged to in the first place.)
any last words?
they all smile simultaneously at that. one last thing - there’s no need to thank us.
Maran is a nightmare in human form. When out searching for a victim she has the shape of a black fog, able to get through the tiniest keyhole or a crack in the window. She targets sleeping males and, taking the form of a young woman, she will sit across the man’s chest and ‘ride’ him. This renders him unable to move and gives him dreadful nightmares, and sometimes Maran will kiss him, giving him bloody sores around his mouth.