Malcolm X: Wait a minute. This was written by white folks, though. This is the white folks’ book.
Baines: Sure ain’t no black man’s book.
Malcolm X: So what’re we reading this one for?
Baines: Because the truth is laying there, if you read behind the words. You got to take everything the white man says and use it against him.
Malcolm X: Yeah?
Dottie Ingels: I spend 16 years doing nothing but thinking about them and now I spend three months thinking about myself and I feel like I’ve murdered them.
Arnold Moss: You had to travel. It’s part of your work. Kids are happy when their mother’s happy.
Dottie Ingels: No they’re not. Everyone says that, but it’s not true. Kids are happy if you’re there. You give kids a choice: your mother in the next room on the verge of suicide versus your mother in Hawaii in ecstasy, they choose suicide in the next room. Believe me.
Darius: The way I see it, chicks are the ones that want to go to outer space. That’s why they push it so hard. It’s like Adam and Eve. He was fine grooving in Paradise, but Eve wanted something scary. She wanted the fucking edge. She wanted to jump off cliffs just so she could see what it was like to fall.
Pearl Berman: You want me to say that everything is my fault. I’m not gonna do it. You think I was mean to you when you were a kid? You think I didn’t do enough for you? Well, I’m sorry, but I had a couple of other things on my mind, you know? Like a Depression, a war, and your father – God bless him – sleepwalking through your whole childhood. God forbid I should know myself the way you know yourself, that I should ask myself those questions. Like what happened to my life? Did I deserve more? Did I ever for one second get as much as I gave? God forbid I should ask those questions, because if I looked inside myself and I really saw what I shut out my whole life, what I really missed, there’d come from out of me such a rage it would blow this building apart, and it would blow you into a million little pieces and it would blow Queens off of the face of the goddamned map!
I can’t even remember the first time I saw this film, but I know I was very young. I’m not a big baseball fan. I never have been. But I love this film. I love what it represents and I love this history that is showcases. I love the characters and I love the costume design and I love the story and basically, I just love this movie.
We’re entering the third month of the Female Filmmaker Friday feature. I hope I have introduced y’all to some great cinema and hope to keep doing for a long time! The more I read about the abysmal numbers of women behind the scenes in cinema, the more I realize we need to rally around the few who have gotten to make films, make them as well-known as their male contemporaries and ignite a spark in the younger generation of women to carry the torch and not give up. If I help in that in any way, I will. That said, this week I am writing about Sally Potter’s Orlando, which I just saw for a first time a few weeks back. I used to own the Virginia Woolf book on which it is based, but somehow never read it.