RENT Rant: Living and Dying Hollywood-style

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The film adaptation of RENT certainly has its flaws, none more offensive than that which it inherited from its source material: the death of homosexual transvestite Angel and the miraculous survival of Mimi because of the endurance of “straight” love. Of course, the medium of film manages to take things to a new level: Angel, when dying, is emaciated and covered with sores, but Mimi, although sweating profusely, looks more like she has stepped out of a sauna at the gym when it seems as though her death is imminent. That another way in which one satisfy the conservative masses, you see: let the gay man die painfully because of his HIV-infection, which is what the conservative masses believe is right and justified and, to an extent, an awful shame. In this way, the conservative masses can feel really proud of themselves for feeling sorry for the gay man who dies of AIDS, even though they’re really happy and validated when the straight girl suffering from the same disease lives.

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31 Responses to RENT Rant: Living and Dying Hollywood-style

  1. Tannen's avatar Tannen says:

    Andy Simpson quoted:
    ‘Tell me before I seek worthier pastures
    And thereby restore self-esteem
    How can you be so short sighted?
    To look never further than this week or next week?
    To have no impossible dream?’ — Che in Evita

    You seem to have missed the point of this particular song. Let’s fix that. Take the lines you’ve quoted out of context, and you can be forgiven for assuming that Che is telling Eva: “Stop being practical! Dream, girl, dream!” But take those lines in context with the rest of the song (“how long do you think this pantomime can last?”) and the rest of Evita (“she didn’t say much, but she said it loud”), and Che is saying something different. He’s saying Eva talks a good game about helping the poor, but doesn’t actually do anything to help them. That’s she’s good at acting concerned week after week after week, but deep down, she doesn’t really care, which is exactly what you’re doing – excepting your giving of money to the Mercury Phoenix Trust and telling your kids to be “careful”. Which are wonderful things to do, so good for you. Though it’d be cooler if you’d done them because they’re good things instead of because your favorite rock star told you to.

    Andy Simpson wrote:
    My “impossible dream” is to one day see AIDS, cancer, MS and so on all cured and eradicated. I want world peace. I want to see famine obliterated from the world.

    Great. So does everybody. So what exactly are you doing to accomplish this, other than whine about it?

    Andy Simpson wrote:
    Your attitude tells me that you don’t want the G8 leaders to give a small percentage of their countries money to the starving people.

    The issue that was actually on the table was whether the G8 leaders would write off some of the money some starving people’s governments owe them. How about doing your homework?

    Andy Simpson wrote:
    Critics are a very interesting bunch. They perform a service that no-one is interested in.

    1. Newspapers aren’t charities. If no one were interested in the services of critics, no one would pay to read them, and newspapers wouldn’t hire them.
    2. You know what’s lower than a critic? A guy who criticises critics.
    3. You’re a critic too, Andy. It doesn’t matter if you’re saying nice things about RENT or mean things about RENT – either way, you’re critiquing it. The only way to not be a critic is to never voice an opinion about anything.

    Anyway, since you like throwing lyrics at people, here are some more. Just for you:

    ‘While one who sings with his tongue on fire
    Gargles in the rat race choir
    Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
    Cares not to come up any higher
    But rather get you down in the hole
    That he’s in.’ — Bob Dylan

What are your thoughts?