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#18 From: "Tara Maginnis" <thecostumersmanifesto@...>
Date: Sun Jan 6, 2008 8:38 pm
Subject: Tara Maginnis & UAF
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This is a general notice to my message boards to let everyone know that
I have quit UAF in order to provide caregiver services to a member of
my family in California. I will be working half time at Diablo Valley
College as a costume design technologist beginning tomorrow. I want to
once again tell folks that my old UAF job is open, now permanently, and
to ask that interested parties go to the UAF HR site to learn more
about applying for this job.
https://www.uakjobs.com/applicants/Central?quickFind=61061 Right now
all that is listed is the spring semester job, but it is likely that
the application process will be similar once the full time job is
posted at https://www.uakjobs.com I wish to stress that the UAF Theatre
faculty are a highly supportive and cohesive group that respects a
costume designer's role, works well together, and shares space and
resources well. The working space is good, and only the outside
weather really sucks

#17 From: "Melissa" <MelissaDaleWW@...>
Date: Thu May 17, 2007 7:00 am
Subject: Casablanca in 30 seconds re-enacted by bunnies!
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http://www.angryalien.com/0506/casabunca.asp

I thought all of you would get a kick out of this.  The host site
http://www.angryalien.com/  has many other 30 second movies, a couple
that we watched in class this semester.  I was amused. ^_^

~Melissa

#16 From: "Melissa" <MelissaDaleWW@...>
Date: Mon May 7, 2007 5:10 am
Subject: Singin' in the Rain
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While I knew the song quite well, I never knew what 'Singin' in the
Rain' was about.  I loved how such a big fuss was made over movie stars
even in the silent age.  And the parodies of the silent age was
wonderful.  I didn't feel like the plot was too cheesey, but I still
can't swallow the big 'modern' song and dance numbers.  They don't
pertain to the plot at all and for me feels like a big waste of time.

Other than my problem with the 'modern' numbers in the middle of the
film, this movie was very funny.  A great popcorn flick!

~Melissa Nelson

#15 From: "Melissa" <MelissaDaleWW@...>
Date: Wed Apr 25, 2007 8:15 pm
Subject: Response to M*A*S*H*
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While I can't say I can pick a favorite out of the movies we have
watched so far (I love them all) I think I have enjoyed MASH the most.
I really enjoy movies that are based in war times but don't focus so
much on the battles, but how people cope with being in such a high
stress situation.

I appreciated the randomness of this movie, jumping from the OR in the
main camp to another camp in Japan to a football game (where'd they get
that nice field in Korea?).  At times this movie had a sense of
absurdity (akin to Airplane! since that is the only thing that comes to
mind right now), but didn't feel too slap stick.  I still felt like
this whole plot was actually plausable.

Now I am excited to go and watch the sitcom.  I had seen an episode or
two before and was surprised to find that the theme had lyrics in the
movie and written by a 14 year old kid no less!

#14 From: Tara Maginnis <thecostumersmanifesto@...>
Date: Mon Apr 9, 2007 6:47 am
Subject: Re: Red Shoes
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As Lermontov says, "Not even the greatest magician in the world can produce a rabbit out of a hat unless there is not already a rabbit in it"  He sees they are valuable artists,and so he sicks them into the making of "the red shoes" like sticking a rabbit into the hat.  Then when the red shoes pops out the way it does everyone is surprised but him.

imachuchu <imachuchu@...> wrote:
Okay this is being posted very late, but I still remember the movie (I
think). I loved the manager, his ability to bring order to the chaos
and immediately see the value in people. He was able to see the worth
in the composer and that the dancer was as capable as she was. His
devotion, he called it his religion, to ballet was more then a bit
unbelievable but served fine for the movie. As for the two main
characters, they served their purpose but didn't do anything for me. I
also really enjoyed the beginning where we see just how crazy a
production is. Overall a good movie, a classic, but was overshadowed
in my mind by other movies we have watched.




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Department of Theatre, University of Alaska Fairbanks
Website: "The Costumer's Manifesto" at http://costumes.org
Theatre Department Web Site: http://www.uaf.edu/theatre

#13 From: "imachuchu" <imachuchu@...>
Date: Mon Apr 9, 2007 6:28 am
Subject: Red Shoes
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Okay this is being posted very late, but I still remember the movie (I
think). I loved the manager, his ability to bring order to the chaos
and  immediately see the value in people. He was able to see the worth
in the composer and that the dancer was as capable as she was. His
devotion, he called it his religion, to ballet was more then a bit
unbelievable but served fine for the movie. As for the two main
characters, they served their purpose but didn't do anything for me. I
also really enjoyed the beginning where we see just how crazy a
production is. Overall a good movie, a classic, but was overshadowed
in my mind by other movies we have watched.

#12 From: "imachuchu" <imachuchu@...>
Date: Mon Apr 9, 2007 5:26 am
Subject: Re: Response to Sunset Boulevard
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Joe Gillis was representative more of the average person. He wasn't
valiant, only helping out the aging Gloria when she offered huge sums
of money, wasn't incredibly smart, he admittedly described himself as
  "a hack writer", but in the end was able to break away from his vices
as we all wish we could (it did cause his death however). As for Max,
I think he loved her not as a human, but as the actress he made her to
be. He could let her fall, even if the world wanted her to. So instead
he locked her away inside the house and in her own delusions. Finally,
"believable" is redefine not what this movie is. It is an obviously
fictitious story with overblown character, but the thoughts and
feelings of them are what we relate to and what makes the film so
effective.

--- In thr334movies@yahoogroups.com, "Melissa" <MelissaDaleWW@...> wrote:
>
> I was totally creeped out by this movie.  Gloria Swanson did a
> wonderful job of giving Norma that crazy eyed gaze that makes me want
> to shudder and shrink away.  I didn't connect that much with Joe
> Gillis, he seemed kind of flat to me and very dumb for sticking around
> as long as he did.
>
> Also I didn't find it believable that Max would stick around playing
> butler to Norma when he basically made her career.  Sure he loved her,
> but in reality would he really just sit around and watch as the woman
> he loved toyed around with other young men.
>
> While watching this film, I kept wondering if this was Stephen King's
> inspiration for writing Misery.  The whole idea of keeping someone
> under lock and key to write you the story of your dreams is a very
> chilling idea.
>

#10 From: "Melissa" <MelissaDaleWW@...>
Date: Mon Apr 2, 2007 5:44 pm
Subject: Response to Sunset Boulevard
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I was totally creeped out by this movie.  Gloria Swanson did a
wonderful job of giving Norma that crazy eyed gaze that makes me want
to shudder and shrink away.  I didn't connect that much with Joe
Gillis, he seemed kind of flat to me and very dumb for sticking around
as long as he did.

Also I didn't find it believable that Max would stick around playing
butler to Norma when he basically made her career.  Sure he loved her,
but in reality would he really just sit around and watch as the woman
he loved toyed around with other young men.

While watching this film, I kept wondering if this was Stephen King's
inspiration for writing Misery.  The whole idea of keeping someone
under lock and key to write you the story of your dreams is a very
chilling idea.

#9 From: Tara Maginnis <thecostumersmanifesto@...>
Date: Wed Feb 14, 2007 11:11 am
Subject: A GENERAL TIP ON MOVIE PAPER WRITING
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I've just spent about 2 & 1/2 hours on the notes for the first paper I've graded (a good start at a paper as it happens), and ran into a thing that, as I recall, plagued nearly all my students last time I taught the class.  I should have remembered to tell you all about this, but after 2 &1/2 years, memory fades about the nature of 2-4 page movie reviews, so I forgot.  Ignore the fact that I've got all caps in spots below, this is because I've cut and pasted this from my notes to another student, and I do my notes in caps.
 
Most of you will, as you write your review, bounce confusedly between describing your film in the present and in the past tense.  This is because most papers you will write in other classes use a good deal of past tense, so your brains keep wandering back to past tense.  However, movies exist in a continuous present tense BECAUSE A FILM BY IT'S NATURE EXISTS ANEW AS ONE WATCHES IT EACH TIME.  SO, FOR EXAMPLE WHEN ROGER EBERT writes ABOUT THE FILMING OF CITIZEN KANE HE writes OF ORSON WELLES IN THE PAST, WHEN HE writes OF THE FILM'S STORY AND CHARLES FOSTER KANE, HE SHIFTS TO PRESENT TENSE.  YOU CAN SEE THIS HERE: http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19980524/REVIEWS08/401010334/1023 and I really reccommend you  read this review as a model of how a really great film critic writes a review of a classic film.  BASICALLY, ORSON WELLS LIVED, AND DIED, BUT KANE LIVES STILL, AND THE ACTIONS HE PERFORMS IN THE FILM HE PERFORMS IN A "PRESENT" THAT OCCURS EACH TIME THE FILM IS SEEN, MUCH AS SHAKESPEARE the man IS DISCUSSED MOST OFTEN IN PAST TENSE, BUT HAMLET IS IN THE PRESENT AT ALL TIMES.  EACH TIME the play is read or played HE LIVES, KILLS,  AND DIES ANEW.  So for future reference keep this in mind when you are writing. 
 
Oh, and as for your papers outside of this class, you may find it useful at times to write about past events in the present as well, in the style known as "New Journalism" because a story is often more arresting when told in the present. (No you don't have to read all of the following article  if you don't want to.  It is just an example of how you can write about a past event using present tense) :
 
"MUSHROOM MAGIC"
So it's six am, wet, cold, and still nearly dark, and I'm getting dressed: long johns, jeans, denim shirt, vest, waterproof boots, big leather fleece lined coat, wool beret. And I'm still cold in my bedroom. What have I got into? Why did I slip and say "yes" when Olga invited us to her dacha to pick mushrooms, a dacha incidentally without electricity or running water? What am I doing?
 
I'm packing the protesting cat into a basket with a cheese cloth cover, as my Russian roommate, Mila, and I lift heavy packs of food, sheets and clean socks onto our backs and we head out the door. We run to the bus with the cat complaining loudly, and catch it as it is rolling away. Our busmates, bleary eyed and heading for work, are amused by our vocal basket, and look enviously at our heavy clothes, the sure sign of an excursion to the country. It is mid-September, the height of the mushroom season, and most of them would rather be with us, heading to the woods. Russians love mushroom hunting, and going to the country, and it's usual this time of year to see whole families dressed in wet clothes triumphantly returning after a days outing with huge baskets of colorful fungi riding home on the Metro.
 
I however am still not too sure. On to the Metro, cat quiet now, across town to Ploschad Lenina and the Finland station. We meet Olga there looking curiously fashionable in front of the huge two story black and red railway map of the northern rail lines. Olga is in matching black stretch pants, with a red sweater and earrings and red rubber boots. Even her bag of supplies is in matching spotless red and black. On the great map the red letters marking our station have dropped off, as if we are going to a place that no longer exists. In actual fact it bears the uninspired name "78 Kilometers" and is almost two hours by crowded commute train. In the cold wet morning I am still wondering if it is worth the trip.
By ten am we are walking, walking, walking with packs that make my neck hurt and my head pound, down a muddy road that looks like someplace nice in central Alaska. There is every sort of small and mid-size conifer, as well as lots of birches turning gold. Pretty old wood houses like those you see in Western Washington or Southeast Alaska line the road, and are punctuated from time to time with a new addition of a fancy brick "castle" put up by one of Russia's new grand bourgeoisie. The traditional country sound of chain saws slice the air like gunshots in the quiet void. Olga apologizes for the chain saws, complaining about their noise, but It seems to city-living Mila and me that we haven't heard such quiet in weeks.
 
The cat, sensing our journey is nearing its end, begins demanding to be let out. We cross a highway decorated with rusting steel monuments to some long forgotten Soviet general. We wander through construction sites for four story brick palaces that would cost a million or two back in the states. And then we are there, in a perfect green wood, with a gorgeous little pine cabin with porch and wood stove, flower garden, cooking/picnic shelter, well, garden shed, and an amazingly clean outhouse. On being let out, the cat, who has never been outside our apartment before takes one look at the trees, and flowers and grass, and all this natural beauty and hides under the house in agoraphobic terror.
 
I however am charmed. Olga goes to draw water from the well, Mila tries to coax the cat to come out, and I run around photographing everything: Olga, the outhouse, the neighbor's chickens, the cabin. We unpack and make lunch, and the cat comes out to get her share. When she is cozily locked into the room with the stove, we head out, baskets on our arms and knives in hand, to hunt mushrooms. Mila and I know nothing at first, and have to keep running back and forth to Olga to ask "Haroshee eelee ploka?" (Good or bad?), but we get smart quickly, and soon wander off on our own, periodically having a group meeting to rest and have Olga double check our finds.
 
How to describe the feeling of hunting these funky looking little fungi? It sounds so tedious on paper. I never had the slightest interest in it before...and here I am, knife in hand, at one in spirit with my primordial foremothers. Guys tell you sometimes that that's the feeling they get while hunting deer or ducks or something, the sense of being like a cave man. Mankind in his pre-technological-industrial state, doing what as human animals they were designed to do: Eyes on front of head, hands with opposable thumbs, the ultimate hunter-gatherer predator for an omnivorous diet.
 
Mushrooming is like that for women. Slowly, and delicately you pick your way through swampy wet thickets, crouching to avoid getting jabbed by dry branches. You hear your friends, by the snapping of twigs nearby, but you don't see them till you come upon them. You meet a strange old man, carrying a knife, and you don't worry. You know what he's there to hunt...and besides you have a knife too. At your feet is a whirl of hundreds of colored fall leaves, broken branches, mud and swamp grass. Somehow in this kaleidoscope you have to see the one dot of color that is slightly different, or the one curve of brown muck that curves up not down, among hundreds in every square yard. And you can do it. Somewhere in the mists of time when human genes were mutating out of the other apes, we got the one that allows us to sort through millions of pieces of visual information in seconds to find the one piece that doesn't match. And, according to studies on human processing of visual information, women got a double dose of this particular trait.
 
So I stomp for four hours, ankle deep in mud, not merely content, but genuinely thrilled. Amazement racks my brain...how can I do this? With no training? I just look at a picture of chaotic leaves and branches and muck and mire, all in shades of green and brown, and I see the tiny curve of brown in the leaves that bends a millimeter or two more roundly than the brown leaves curling around it. It is like in a dream, when you discover that you really know how to fly by just concentrating on flying. I imagine myself as an ice age woman, foraging for food, and calling this ability magic, and it seems to me to be magic still. Alone in the fog shrouded woods, with only the crackle of branches to let you know anyone else is there, you don't need hallucinogenic toadstools to have your imagination run riot.
 
And the mushrooms themselves look like hallucinations out of a 1960's LSD fantasy. Once you uncover them and dig them up they have amazing shapes. One sort looks like striated apricot colored versions of the pillars in the Frank Lloyd Wright Johnson and Johnson building, others like missiles, tables, phalluses, ping-pong balls, Gaudi smokestacks, and a whole gamut of umbrellas. Mostly the poison ones look most interesting, so you can leave them alone to look beautiful. Here in Russia however, there are the Russula family of edible mushrooms, which are perfect white ones with bright red, pink, green, lilac and maroon tops in all sorts of sizes and shapes. The Russian name for them is "Seeroyejhka" mushrooms, which means "Fresh-eatable" so you can use some of them to decorate salads (Russians never do-salad here is a small plate with a few slices of vinegar covered cucumber and tomato). They also have the advantage of being truly easy to spot.
 
After four hours, we have no more room in our baskets and head home. At the dacha we clean and double check our finds in the picnic shelter. It is an amazing amount and variety of mushrooms for such a short trip. We sort out the "Beilee" ("white"-Porcini ) and "Podberiozovik" ("below birchtree"-Birch Bolete) for drying at home, then divide the others in pots into "Seeroyejhka," "Gorkoshkee" ("bitter"-Red Hot Milk Cap), and "Masliyonok" ("Oily"-Slippery Jack) types for later boiling. I find an ancient mildewed chart pulled out of a magazine with the names in Russian, Ukrainian and Latin and take notes and draw pictures, for reassurance that what we did today was scientifically rational and not just Mother Goddess magic. The cat grows bolder and wanders outside, crouched low to the ground as if she expects the sky to fall on her at any minute. We make dinner and it does, pouring buckets outside. We, warm as toast with our wood stove, munch bread and soup, and the cat comes in wet, and thrilled at her own adventure outside.
 
The next morning, a family of Olga's friends drop in for a day's mushroom hunt. Dad, with glasses thick as the bottoms of Coke bottles, can't see them too well, but the Mom is a self proclaimed wizard of mushrooms, and is only too happy to enact the role of group leader and mushroom guru. She triple checks our finds of the day before, and tells Olga about the proper methods of boiling them. Then we head off. Moving in a large group is less satisfying or effective than hunting alone, so half way through the day we split into smaller groups to later reconvene at the dacha. When we return, we find the cat happily playing outside with the little girl, and a bunch of poison mushrooms in her basket. Apparently, even the "poison" ones have use in small quantity as drugs for migraine and arthritis, and she'd gathered some young ones for her mom to dry and make into medicine.
So we clean, and sort, and boil. Dinner is served, and we bid goodbye to the family. We shout "Schoolia!" out the door, at the cat, who now doesn't want to come in, she's so happy to be outside hunting bugs. So we go for a walk to the lake to watch the sun set over the smooth reflective black of the water.
 
We return home. On cue, at dusk, it rains again, and we hang our wet socks on the wood stove and towel down the cat as she runs inside. I take more notes by candlelight, but my heart isn't in it. What does it matter if it is magic after all?
 
Morning, Mila and I go out one last time to the lake. Mila takes off her clothes and plunges naked into the icy water, and I take my basket one last time to a remote glade that is covered in mushrooms of all kinds. Some I have never seen before. I wonder "are they safe?" As if on cue, a gnarly old woman, knife and basket in hand appears from nowhere. I ask her in my bad Russian what they are. "Champignon" is the reply. Rare to find wild. The sort we buy in stores in little sanitized plastic boxes at home.
 
I am late. I run to Mila, basket full after only half an hour. A day's hunt in thirty minutes. Mila says "I don't want to leave," and I agree in my head and heart but say: "we need clean socks."
 
Back at the dacha the cat won't come to us, and won't go in the basket. Olga is amused, and says "Cat not want to go home." But we pack the protester, anyway, and head for the station. On the train are dozens of others with baskets of mushrooms, dogs, cats, children, tired and dazed with the steamy wetness of the train car. You could grow mushrooms on the train it's so wet. Then it's Ploschad Lenina again, and we are in a different world. Grey stone floors, neon lights, kiosks selling nylons and a giant mosaic of Lenin addressing the crowd at the Finland station in 1917. It's like a different planet.
 
And now, on the Metro, we are the wet people in soiled clothes carrying the colorful mushrooms home in triumph, and the city-bound commuters look at us in envy, and the cat purrs in contentment in her basket.


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Department of Theatre, University of Alaska Fairbanks
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Theatre Department Web Site: http://www.uaf.edu/theatre

#5 From: "Tara Maginnis" <thecostumersmanifesto@...>
Date: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:29 am
Subject: Open Enrollment for online Costume History class now.
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Open Enrollment for online Costume History class now.

News: UAF now has open enrollment for my Spring 2005 THR 355 History
of Fashion and Dress class, which will run from January 20th to May
11th.  For More info on the class go to
http://www.costumes.org/classes/fashiondress/thr355main.htm
tou learn about how to sign up for the class for UAF credit see
http://www.costumes.org/classes/fashiondress/how_do_i_enroll.htm

What is The History of Fashion and Dress?

This course is an upper division, undergraduate, University of Alaska
Fairbanks, Theatre Department class in the history of costume.
Designed to provide theatrical costumers with a basic understanding of
major periods in Western clothing history, and a working ability to
research clothing of any culture or era, it is also geared to appeal
to the broader social and historical interests of students involved in
history, women's studies, sociology and psychology.

This course is publicly accessible by non students wishing to use the
text, discussion boards, or images for personal study.  Anyone may
view the class lectures, take part in class discussions, and do
assignments for their own personal entertainment or education.

However, in order to receive UAF credit, and regular feedback on your
work from the instructor, Tara Maginnis, you must pay UAF tuition, and
sign up for the class when it is next offered. (January 2005).

#4 From: "pyroinblack" <pyroinblack@...>
Date: Mon Nov 15, 2004 7:52 am
Subject: Coming to America discussion (aka not being a lazy git)
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Hello! This is Cassandra Johnson, and I am posting some belated
disccusion to the movie Coming to America.
Hmmm, probably the hardest thing about costume analysis for this
movie (as well as Superfly) for me was the period dress factor. That
is, when I want to make a comment about a paticular outfit, I'm not
sure if I can identify it as "african-american" style or just a
generic style of the 70's and 80s. My knowledge in that area is
somewhat limited.
In any case, my favorite part of the movie is Zamunda itself. The
kingdom is an amusing alagam of several differnt cultures including
(but not limited to) Islamic, Byzantine, romanesque, British/French
colonialism, medival europe, and of course, African.
Hmmm what else...its hard to discuss when there is no jumping point.
the film was very much like a typical fairytale, only Africanized.
That is the bulk of the formula is very western, but decorated with
a confused array of "african" trinkets. There is the loud, colorful
fabrics with geometric patterns, african animals running around
nonchalantly, and a monarchy (tribal structure in a  grander sense?)
There is also the expensive yet crude jewlery. Large, clunky, and
with little craftmanship. Hopefully this is adquate. If it isn't i
can expand.....
I guess thats it. i have other thoughts but I don't want to get
redundent since they're in my paper.

#3 From: "pyroinblack" <pyroinblack@...>
Date: Thu Oct 7, 2004 3:27 am
Subject: Re: Elizabeth
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Whoops, sorry! I forgot my name isn't on here. SO yes, it is I,
Cassandra!


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> Dear Pyro, what is your name?  Would you be Cassandra?
>
> --- pyroinblack <pyroinblack@y...> wrote:
>
> >
> > Hello, just here to share my thoughts on the film
> > since an untimely
> > illness prevented such participation in class.
>
> =====
> --
> ----Tara Maginnis, Ph.D., Costume Designer & Associate Professor
> of the Theatre Department of the University of Alaska Fairbanks
> Website: "The Costumer's Manifesto" at http://costumes.org
> Theatre Department Web Site: http://www.uaf.edu/theatre

#2 From: Tara Maginnis <thecostumersmanifesto@...>
Date: Wed Oct 6, 2004 7:52 am
Subject: Re: Elizabeth
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Dear Pyro, what is your name?  Would you be Cassandra?

--- pyroinblack <pyroinblack@...> wrote:

>
> Hello, just here to share my thoughts on the film
> since an untimely
> illness prevented such participation in class.

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of the Theatre Department of the University of Alaska Fairbanks
Website: "The Costumer's Manifesto" at http://costumes.org
Theatre Department Web Site: http://www.uaf.edu/theatre

#1 From: "pyroinblack" <pyroinblack@...>
Date: Mon Oct 4, 2004 2:15 pm
Subject: Elizabeth
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Hello, just here to share my thoughts on the film since an untimely
illness prevented such participation in class. On a side note, it
was near immpossible to track this movie down. Movie gallery didn't
have it and both Blockbusters has their copies checked out. Luckily,
someone returned the library's copy this weekend. My discussion
somewhat follows the essay question presented in the syllabus, so if
i choose that one I may end up repeating some of what I say here,
however it was what i was thinking about while I was watching. I
hope you won't mind the redundancy.

   Anyways, it was hard to think citically about this movie since it
was so aestically pleasing I would forget about thinking and just
gawk. Luckily, the symbolism was pretty blantant. There was a lot of
emphasis on light and dark and color to convey mood and Elizabeth's
transformation (and state of mind).
   In the beginning of the film her clothes, hair, and demeanor was
much more free and loose. These elements become more restrained and
tighter as the movie progresses reflecting her maturation into the
role of Queen. Her clothes were also more earth toned intially, with
greens, browns, and oranges. As she progressed, the colors were the
inbetween shades of gold and light blue and greens. After a time,
she alternates between bright white, red, and black. Red is usually
worn during times of turmoil or action, such as when her lady in
waiting dies and when she is forced to make a desicion about the
war. White is used to make her stand out in certain scenes and
reenforce her dominance, such as when she is passing out judgement
to the traitors. Black and dark red are most notablly used during
turning points in the film when she increases her indenpendence,
such as when she rejects all suitors (including Robert) and after
the excutions have been made. Once again this makes her stand out
from the rest of the characters to further illustrate her growing
power and isolation. Black is also used for more foreboding
characters such as the assassin priest and the spanish ambassador,(
a traditionally "evil" color).
   Since the movie is about Elizabeth's transformation into the
virgin queen, the film relects this progression through her clothes.
I mentioned this before, but returning to that point, when Elizabeth
is unsure and passionate, this is reflected in her clothes and also,
almost more importantly, her hair. During the first half of the film
her hair is usually down, long, flowing and wild. Her clothing also
share these attributes. (In fact, although her clothing becomes more
restrained and monochromatic, there is one scene where her clothing
is reminscent of early times. the scene where she is in the boat
with Robert, falunting their relationship and a very un-queen like
manner.)Her hair becomes tighter and tighter until the pivotal
scenes where she hacks it off. The camera lingers on the shorn hair
over hands, parallel to blood or sin on her hands. She then sweeps
it off and becomes the statue-like virgin queen. In fact, I think
the scene with her before the virgin mary statue was extremely
important for establishing this link. She becomes the statue, not
only throught the use of white make-up, but through the stoic manner
in which she presented. Also, although her garb was becoming
increasingly more simplistic until this point, we see a much more
elaborate dress at the end of the film. And although this is becasue
she is famous for the elaborate dresses worn in her portrait, I
think it also illusrated how much more grander and untouchable she
becomes by the end of the film.

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