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<\/a>MPAA Rated NC17<\/p>\n
May Contain Offensive Language<\/p>\n
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Coming soon to a theatre near you!<\/p>\n
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Earth-shattering, tooth-loosening explosions!<\/p>\n
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Billowing, skin-scorching plumes of flame!<\/p>\n
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And thunderous, ear-piecing F-bombs detonating in a firestorm of obscenity.<\/p>\n
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In other words, the perfect summer film, thoughtfully designed and engineered for adolescents reared on a steady diet of video games and hip-hop music.<\/p>\n
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It\u2019s hard to write about movies today without writing about the obscene language that peppers film dialogue.<\/p>\n
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I got my first glimpse of the shape of things to come during one of my creative walks through a quiet residential district of Studio City.\u00a0 It was my practice to stroll along the peaceful, tree-lined streets, tape recorder in hand, hoping to capture any of the ideas that might well up from my unconscious as I shut my mind down and shut myself off from the noisy world.<\/p>\n
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It\u2019s the next best thing to a creative nap\u2014a wonderfully productive ritual that has been the subject of my wife\u2019s endless mockery and will, I\u2019m sure, be the subject of some future blog.<\/p>\n
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So there I was, lost in the world of my current screenplay, when suddenly, without warning, I was hit by an explosive burst of sound.<\/p>\n
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!<\/p>\n
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!<\/p>\n
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The sniper was an apartment dweller with an open window and what was known in those days as a \u201cghetto blaster.\u201d<\/p>\n
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This near-lethal barrage was, I later discovered, a song.\u00a0 The artists were, of course, a rap group.<\/p>\n
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!<\/p>\n
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!<\/p>\n
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I\u2019m working from memory, so I can\u2019t be certain that I\u2019ve got the lyric and its subtleties absolutely right.<\/p>\n
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I must admit I was impressed.\u00a0 I\u2019d never heard anything like it.<\/p>\n
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I am, at heart, an old-fashioned guy.\u00a0 I have this sentimental and, I\u2019m sure, unjustified fondness for old standards and their overwritten, sloppily emotional, self-consciously poetic lyrics.<\/p>\n
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You know.<\/p>\n
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Things like \u201cI\u2019ve Got the World on a String,\u201d \u201cSomeone To Watch Over Me,\u201d \u201cStormy Weather,\u201d and other guilty pleasures from hacks like George and Ira Gershwin, Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer, and so many, many others.<\/p>\n
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But I have to admit that their work can\u2019t compare to that new wave of music that nearly knocked me off my feet on that quiet afternoon in Studio City.<\/p>\n
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Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.<\/p>\n
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can\u2019t I?<\/p>\n
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Pretty sloppy stuff alongside the hard-hitting, hard-edged power of\u2026<\/p>\n
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!<\/p>\n
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!<\/p>\n
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It was not long after this that studios and screenwriters discovered a new kind of dialogue, dialogue that bore a close resemblance to the language that these rap innovators had pioneered.\u00a0 Audiences were quick to accept it, and today, they hardly even hear the obscenities that energize and enliven film dialogue.<\/p>\n
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But \u201cfuck\u201d is by no means the worst obscenity in the lexicon of Hollywood.\u00a0 There are other words used there, words too offensive to speak in polite company, but they are words that need to be spoken, so I\u2019m going to take a chance.\u00a0 I may find myself in exile like the ill-fated Paula Deen, but I\u2019m going to throw caution to the wind.<\/p>\n
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All right.<\/p>\n
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Here goes.<\/p>\n
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\u201cCorporation.\u201d<\/p>\n
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There.\u00a0 I\u2019ve said it, and I\u2019m glad.<\/p>\n
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Here\u2019s another.<\/p>\n
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\u201cDevelopment.\u201d<\/p>\n
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I know.<\/p>\n
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I know.<\/p>\n
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I\u2019ve probably lost half my readership with my use of these offensive words, but someone had to say them, and that someone turned out to be me.<\/p>\n
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I should warn those of you who are still with me that a lot of strong language will follow, and if you haven\u2019t got the stomach for it, you should sign off now.<\/p>\n
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In fact, I think\u00a0I\u2019ll sign off and save my examination of these odious words for my next blog.\u00a0 This should give you plenty of time to consider whether you are, in fact, ready to confront these loathsome and vile nouns.<\/p>\n