Militarism, Misanthropy and the Body Politic: - Brunel University
Militarism, Misanthropy and the Body Politic: - Brunel University
Militarism, Misanthropy and the Body Politic: - Brunel University
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In <strong>the</strong> second scene, Hiller <strong>and</strong> his comrades enjoy a quiet moment while<br />
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watching television from big lea<strong>the</strong>r arm chairs in <strong>the</strong> base’s lounge. The scene contains<br />
some hyper masculine insignia—<strong>the</strong> emblem of a gryphon over <strong>the</strong> doorway <strong>and</strong> a<br />
bomber on <strong>the</strong> back of Jimmy Wilder’s (Harry Connick’s) T-shirt. Hiller heads toward<br />
<strong>the</strong> locker room <strong>and</strong> Wilder tags behind. There are reasons why Wilder, as a fighter pilot,<br />
would be wearing a fanny pack <strong>and</strong> a longer object from his belt. These accoutrements<br />
also serve an evocative effect, however. Hiller turns <strong>and</strong> faces his locker, which is placed<br />
at eye level. Wilder cups his h<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> places <strong>the</strong>m below Hiller’s buttocks. He says, “I<br />
like <strong>the</strong> one knee approach. I like <strong>the</strong> bootie to be right where I can have it because <strong>the</strong><br />
bootie....” Hiller drops a small box containing a wedding ring, <strong>and</strong> Wilder picks up <strong>the</strong><br />
box, opens it <strong>and</strong>, on bended knee, shows it to Hiller saying, “Steve, this is a wedding<br />
ring.” Ano<strong>the</strong>r man in uniform walks in on <strong>the</strong> couple, grabs a cake of white soap, raises<br />
his h<strong>and</strong>s, palms outward, <strong>and</strong> leaves: a moment that serves, as Rogin points out, to riff<br />
on President Clinton’s “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” 25<br />
The next scene continues to trade on a fascination with <strong>the</strong> buttocks of African-<br />
Americans. It opens upon a strip joint where we see Jasmine performing. She is wearing<br />
a shiny red bra, fea<strong>the</strong>red wrists, <strong>and</strong> g-string; <strong>the</strong> camera is framed three inches below<br />
her buttocks <strong>and</strong> slightly above her neck. The singer on <strong>the</strong> soundtrack’s song coos, “Fly<br />
it, baby. Try it, baby,” carrying forth <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>me of military aviation <strong>and</strong> sexual<br />
experimentation. A cutaway to <strong>the</strong> bar shows a fully clo<strong>the</strong>d man <strong>and</strong> a stripper with a g-<br />
string watching television on bar stools, with <strong>the</strong>ir backs to us. The stripper leans<br />
forward, <strong>and</strong> her bottom <strong>and</strong> lower back seem very available to onlookers. Jasmine enters<br />
a dressing room. We see her from her right side, <strong>and</strong> she’s changed into very high heels, a<br />
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