i imagine that the audience is a bunch of adolescent boys with large red glasses. much like this guy:
quite frankly, i don't entirely understand the obsession with star wars. but then again, i put fried eggs on everything and have an unnatural fear of orchids, so i shouldn't be one to talk.
I'm not sure I have enough objective distance from the boy in the photo to critique the appeal of Star Wars, but I can't imagine being surprised by its crossover into burlesque. In the third movie, Carrie Fisher is wearing a bikini made out of gold and forced to give lap dances to a morbidly obese mobster while he eats space prawns. If that's not burlesque, then I don't know what is.
ReplyDeletepoint taken! perhaps i ought to be more surprised by increasing attention to star wars in academia? though part of the strangeness of those movies, for me, is the really "traditional" clothing they make women wear. natalie portman is clothed in middle eastern women's clothing sans veil when she's not wearing combat clothing. so you can be (1) demure and covered, (2) shooting at people!, or (3) an enslaved, exploited, and barely clothed dancing wench.
ReplyDeletethe content is there (and in pretty much every movie excepting pixar films), but i don't think of star wars fans as the people who populate burlesque clubs. maybe this is more a sign of the increasing acceptance of burlesque as ... not really all that racy? if the new york times can write an article on it, it ain't an underground "artform" or political/sexual "borderland" anymore.
pretty soon, we'll have some burlesque version of "dancing with the stars" or something. i would watch that.
p.s. - you clearly wrote this because you wanted to type "space prawns."