Without You I'm Nothing

i feel as though sandra is her own best inside joke. thats kind of the only way i can describe her self-representation here. irreverent and "hip", yet irrelevant and totes lame. her stories, recited with an odd tone described best as "ethnic", fall on the deaf ears of her black audience. we see a black woman occasionally meant to represent her, which is a CHOICE certainly. is she mocking racism, being racist, or somehow doing both? while i think there is a clear satire of these appropriating faghag proto-rachel-dolezals, if we consider her comments outside of this film, its probably one of the options that includes her being racist lol. yet, despite that fact, i am endeared to this film - not her (important distinction): the songs are well done (though the selection is suspiciously... "ethnic" again); the monologues work to construct her character as grating in a distinctly new york way (though without the juxtaposing charm found in monologues by lydia lunch or quentin crisp), which works for what little narrative there is here; and the visual quality is high. theres these vignettes featuring testimonials from people who know sandra, but those tell us less about her than her incessant references to madonna - from shoshanna's existence, to the "lucky star" repetition... like what's your problem with madge?? they were friends at this point too, in 1990, so i dont know if maybe she's trying to contrast madonna with this caricature to make her look better..? idk girl. to be fair, sandra is a very confused person. for example, she is pro-ceasefire, and yet is a PROUD pro-israeli, so i think she's just kinda low iq. oh back to the movie, uh... well, relevant to that point, it was an interesting choice to tell a story about being draped in a navajo blanket, only to come out at the end with a USA flag draped over her. is she commenting on imperialism critically or as a unifying beauty? idk... its fun, though. no exclamation mark on that, so think of that what you will.

i feel as though sandra is her own best inside joke. thats kind of the only way i can describe her self-representation here. irreverent and "hip", yet irrelevant and totes lame. her stories, recited with an odd tone described best as "ethnic", fall on the deaf ears of her black audience. we see a black woman occasionally meant to represent her, which is a CHOICE certainly. is she mocking racism, being racist, or somehow doing both? while i think there is a clear satire of these appropriating faghag proto-rachel-dolezals, if we consider her comments outside of this film, its probably one of the options that includes her being racist lol. yet, despite that fact, i am endeared to this film - not her (important distinction): the songs are well done (though the selection is suspiciously... "ethnic" again); the monologues work to construct her character as grating in a distinctly new york way (though without the juxtaposing charm found in monologues by lydia lunch or quentin crisp), which works for what little narrative there is here; and the visual quality is high. theres these vignettes featuring testimonials from people who know sandra, but those tell us less about her than her incessant references to madonna - from shoshanna's existence, to the "lucky star" repetition... like what's your problem with madge?? they were friends at this point too, in 1990, so i dont know if maybe she's trying to contrast madonna with this caricature to make her look better..? idk girl. to be fair, sandra is a very confused person. for example, she is pro-ceasefire, and yet is a PROUD pro-israeli, so i think she's just kinda low iq. oh back to the movie, uh... well, relevant to that point, it was an interesting choice to tell a story about being draped in a navajo blanket, only to come out at the end with a USA flag draped over her. is she commenting on imperialism critically or as a unifying beauty? idk... its fun, though. no exclamation mark on that, so think of that what you will.

One of those movies I simply do not know the audience of not who I could recommend it to. Like how do I even explain this movie. One this I do know though I need to watch this again

One of those movies I simply do not know the audience of not who I could recommend it to. Like how do I even explain this movie. One this I do know though I need to watch this again