Sexy Chick Stalking Syndrome

Actress Anna Faris of “Scary Movie,” “Bad Teacher,” and (let’s redeem her a bit) “Brokeback Mountain” admitted on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon that she stalked an ex-boyfriend. Faris, who’s publicizing her new romantic comedy “What’s Your Number,” uses her stalking story to charm, nay, even to boost her sex appeal. Her story gets laughs from her host and their studio audience and is getting play online (video up on HuffPost and elsewhere).

I don’t mean to judge Faris — I think it can be positive for shiny Hollywood stars to talk about these very human moments. But the delighted, knowing guffaws in response speak volumes. It’s safe and fun to see what Faris did as amusing, titillating, identifiable (we’ve been there too!), and harmless. What gets lost is that she was confessing to a moment of great darkness in her life, when she listened to Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” over and over again (you’ve got to be pretty down if you’ve got PF on repeat) and couldn’t stop herself from tracking down the guy who’d once given her a promise ring. He probably was in a pretty low place himself. Contrary to our fantasies, research shows few men take any pleasure in being stalked, no matter how “hot” their pursuer.

Miss Havisham

I’m reading Great Expectations to get insight into the Miss Havisham effect. Recent research suggest pining for a lost love can be a physically addictive pleasure, so perhaps that’s what kept her wearing that wedding dress all those years.

Dear Lemon Lima

I first heard about Dear Lemon Lima at the Woodstock Film Festival last year, but missed the screening. I finally Netflixed it this week. A powerful and delightful story of a teenage girl in Alaska who turns her longing for her self-absorbed ex-boyfriend into a triumphant victory in their private school’s Snowstorm Survivor competition. The film explores the strange (but common) mix of romanticizating and stereotyping of Native American culture and, of course, unrequited love. I can’t wait to watch it with my daughter when she approaches tweenhood.

Tabloid

I had a rare night out by myself at the movies and watched Tabloid, the new doc. by Errol Morris. It’s about Joyce McKinney, a former beauty queen who chased the man of her dreams, Kirk Anderson, to England in 1977 after he left her to become a Mormon missionary worker. She herself became the obsessive target of the London tabloids after she was accused of kidnapping him and jailed. The press reported that she tied him to a bed in a cottage in Devon and raped him. According to McKinney, Anderson was her fiance, and she tied him up to help him overcome the impotence-causing inhibitions and shame he had from growing up in the repressive Mormon church. What ensued, she said, was “three days of fun, food, and sex.”

The documentary illuminates one of the major themes of unrequited love and romantic pursuit: What is the truth? McKinney, a vivacious and gregarious Southerner, is startlingly faithful to her story: that Anderson loved her back but was the victim of brainwashing by the Mormon Church. She never married and has spent her life writing her tale, which she’s titled “A Very Special Love Story.” Anderson refused to be interviewed, but his absence from her life speaks volumes: He either couldn’t, or wouldn’t, be the prince in her fairy tale — and at worst he was her victim.

Errol Morris is a filmmaker intrigued by obsessive personalities who hold fast to the flawed narratives of their own heroism. I’m thinking of McNamara in The Fog of War. McKinney is much more charming, though. As a journalism professor, I was also struck by how Morris juxtaposed McKinney’s stalking of Anderson with the British tabloid’s stalking of her. At first she basked in press attention (as she does in the documentary itself). But when The Daily Mirror digs up salacious bondage photos of her, she feels violated and betrayed, charging that the paper merely stuck photographs of her head on another woman’s nude body. The body, she protests, has breasts “like fried eggs,” nothing like her own.

As it turns out, McKinney isn’t happy with the documentary either. She’s appeared at a number of prerelease screenings, heckling and protesting the film.

Broken Heart Art

The Museum of Broken Relationships, based in Zagreb, Croatia, is on tour, showing the world various real life break up artifacts the lovelorn donated to the museum. For many of the heartbroken, giving away certain objects associated with their ex lovers liberates them “from the haunting memory of the past, giving them a fresh chance to start all over again,” said Drazen Grubisic, one of the founders of the museum. Here’s an article in the NYT about the tour and the museum’s web site.

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