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posite sides of a two-sided, full-length mirror. This time the<br />
face each man sees is his enemy’s, but also his own.<br />
Speaking of Mexican standoffs, the next director who seems<br />
to share my kink is Robert Rodriguez. Take a look at Desperado,<br />
his sequel/pseudo-remake of his own cult-indie hit<br />
El Mariachi. The weapon-as-object-of-lust theme translates<br />
easily from culture to culture in cinema. As one character<br />
says of the protagonist, who carries his guns in a guitar case:<br />
“He sat that thing on the stool beside him as if it were his<br />
girl.” Rodriguez is not subtle in this film, and I love him for it. It<br />
stars heartthrob Antonio Banderas, described by his fan sites<br />
as “the Ultimate Latin Lover.” Rodriguez pairs him with the<br />
sexy, sultry Salma Hayek, and I do mean pairs.<br />
Here’s how the major sequence of the first act unfolds. First,<br />
Rodriguez’s camera lingers over Banderas’ beauty, as our<br />
hero shaves, puts back his hair, and dons his best jacket. Hot.<br />
To go out and pick up a girl? Yes and no. His intent is to kill just<br />
about every inhabitant of a seedy Mexican bar. He does, with<br />
verve and oodles of choreographed, Woo-esque gunplay. As<br />
he walks away from the bar, the lone survivor stalks him unseen<br />
through the daytime streets. Or so we think.<br />
The bad guy catches up to our hero just as sexy Salma enters,<br />
in a midriff top that causes a car accident as she crosses the<br />
street. She sees the gunman coming from behind, and at the<br />
last moment, our hero sweeps her out of the way, turns on<br />
the assailant, gets shot in the arm, and ends up on the ground<br />
Action-film directors have figured<br />
out what I—the slobbering audience<br />
member—want: a visceral, physical<br />
experience which is akin to sex.<br />
on top of him, with the bad guy’s guns pressed under his own<br />
chin. The cum shot: Our hero shoots him, blood sprays everywhere,<br />
then Antonio swoons into Salma’s arms. Honestly, if<br />
that isn’t all an analog for sex, I don’t know what is.<br />
Act two opens with a beautiful S/M scene between the two<br />
of them, where she tweezes the bullets out of his wound in<br />
sadistic fashion, scalds him with hot water, and plays with<br />
needles, while they make repartee. In the next scene, she<br />
looks through his guns and finds one that looks remarkably<br />
like a strap-on dildo, and he says that she can have it. The list<br />
goes on. Did I mention I love Robert Rodriguez? There’s even<br />
a sequel, Once Upon a Time in Mexico—check out Salma<br />
and her garter full of knives. Oh, baby. Rodriguez directed the<br />
aforementioned Sin City, as well. The next time I go to see<br />
one of his films, I may as well bring a Pocket Rocket vibrator<br />
in my purse. (Provided it isn’t SpyKids 4, of course.)<br />
No discussion of modern action would be complete without<br />
mentioning Rodriguez’s compadre, Quentin Tarantino, a man<br />
so influenced by John Woo’s work that upon seeing A Better<br />
Tomorrow he started wearing a skinny tie and trench coat<br />
like Chow Yun-Fat in the film. The look—though not the suppressed<br />
but inherent sexuality—of Chow’s characters surfaces<br />
in Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction. Tarantino,<br />
I think, appears to have some sexual hang-ups himself, and<br />
he repressed them deeply for his first several films, where he<br />
investigates violence as violence (what a concept!).<br />
We get a taste of the lewd from him in the cheesy, over-thetop<br />
flick he and Rodriguez did together, From Dusk Till Dawn,<br />
which features Salma Hayek doing one of the hottest stripper<br />
acts on film (though note, again, no actual tittie shot). But<br />
despite that foray, Tarantino’s gunplay and bloodshed don’t<br />
read, for me, as sublimated sex, so much as an actual fascination<br />
with pain, humiliation, and violence.<br />
That is, until his magnum opus in two parts, Kill Bill, in which<br />
every sexual impulse Tarantino probably has ever had comes<br />
exploding out like the snakes from a joke can. (The Pussy<br />
Wagon. The nurse outfit right out of a fetish fantasy catalog.)<br />
The film is structured as a kind of Debbie Does Dallas of violence,<br />
in which each fight scene (sex scene) involves more<br />
important characters than the previous, coming ever closer<br />
to the big finish in which yin meets yang, Debbie meets Mr.<br />
Greenfield, and the Bride confronts her former-lover/killer,<br />
Bill.<br />
In one of the early sequences in the film, Uma Thurman’s<br />
character (called “the Bride”) fights another<br />
female assassin—this is the standard girl-ongirl<br />
scene in a porn flick, which is a warm-up<br />
for the guy-on-girl action. When the Bride visits<br />
renowned swordmaker Hattori Hanzo and<br />
he shows her his swords, the music that plays<br />
can only be described as a light love theme. A lilting, wordless<br />
vocal, this is the music that should be playing when a<br />
hero sees his love interest for the first time, or when they<br />
first fall into bed together. Instead, Uma stares lovingly at a<br />
rack of swords. She reaches hesitantly for one, shy, nearly<br />
fumbling like the eager ingénue at a man’s belt, but then her<br />
grip tightens on the hilt, and in ultra-close-up she slowly but<br />
firmly glides the blade several inches from its sheath. She<br />
could just as easily be gliding down the jockey shorts of some<br />
young lover, letting his boner stand up.<br />
There’s more. The sexual themes run the gamut from the disgusting<br />
to the uplifting, from the apparently regular rape of a<br />
comatose woman by hospital employees to the life-changing<br />
experience that procreation can be, even for assassins. The<br />
action ranges from orgiastic, as when the Bride kills off the<br />
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