Saturday, April 5, 2008

Oops...She Did it Again:The Britney Discourse

I'm gonna be a tad scholarly now.

Pop star Britney Spears appeared to have truly hit rock bottom after an infamous standoff incident at her Los Angeles home in early 2008. The singer refused to hand over her youngest son Jayden after a standard visitation with her two boys supervised by a court-appointed monitor. Spears reportedly locked herself up in a room with Jayden and only after police officials by car and helicopter, fire trucks, and two ambulances appeared on the scene, did she finally relinquish control of the children to ex-husband Kevin Federline. Spears was then promptly put on a gurney with hand and leg restraints, an ambulance taking her to a facility where she would be hospitalized for evaluations. This situation and its aftermath highlight competing discourses surrounding fame and how Britney as a subject and object circulates throughout popular culture.

The question on everyone’s mind in light of a string of disturbing events involving the star seems to be, what or who is responsible for Britney’s Breakdown? Recently it has become common practice to “diagnose” Britney Spears. Other celebrities, fans, anti-fans, media pundits, journalists, etc. have created competing narratives of the origins of her private-made-public spectacle. These narratives are based in both fact and fiction as she exists in reality and cultural imagination simultaneously. The discourse of media representation seems to be the most salient for fans and stars in the entertainment industry to understand Britney and the trajectory of her fame. ‘The Media’ is said to have invaded Britney’s privacy as stalkerazzi archive her every move on camera. The paparazzi as a re-envisioning of the panoptic gaze produce a system of constant surveillance on the pop tart. Many highly visible celebrities agree, citing the repressive force of photographers in spaces where they are not normally sanctioned. Subsequently, this gaze on Britney for public consumption induces an ‘acting out’ in her private life.

Spears is then constructed as a victim of an institutional power and a fetishistic desire for her “to be looked at” and circulated as an image. The media is seen to precipitate and profit on her downfall by judging her actions incessantly. This criticism and microscopic reporting of her daily existence propels the “Leave Britney alone!”[1] mentality amongst Britney advocates. It is important to note that conversations in this discourse are less about Britney’s potential illegal or illicit activities, but more about the fact that we, the audience, should not be privy to them because of their location in the private sphere—we should not “look.” Instead, audiences are allowed and expected to consume the image of Spears as a victim of fame, a fallen princess to entertainment.

Yet it is precisely this construction of Britney as victim in popular opinion that is peculiar because of the nature of her crimes. Britney’s body is a site of disruption to the discourse of fame in this particular era of her stardom. This is most exemplified by the incident of Britney shaving her head. In contrast to the idea of biopower producing docile bodies, Spears’ body proves time and time again to be not disciplined.[2] Her deviant body resists the self-regulation that should occur because of even the potential of being watched, yet Britney does not adhere to this. Therefore she has to be restrained both figuratively and literally.

The image of Britney’s literal restraint in the beginning anecdote portrays her as a threat to not only others, but more importantly a danger to herself. Here Britney’s fame can also be considered through the lens of a discourse of mental health. Her erratic behavior has created a conversation in the public around her mental competency where actual clinical diagnoses are being offered to explain her breakdown.[3] Is she bipolar? Did she shave her head during a manic phase? Does she have multiple personalities? Is she suffering from post-partum depression? These questions circulate within the Britney spectacle when before her controversial actions (getting hitched in Vegas for 55 hours for example) were simply seen as media ploys to saturate the market with her brand keeping her current in the eyes of popular culture. In the aftermath of the mini-hostage situation with her son, she is placed in the psychiatric ward of a hospital. This is crucial because Britney has completed stints in rehabilitation centers such as famed Promises for substance abuse. So the trajectory of a Britney diagnosis has gone from “fame whore” to drug addict to legitimately mentally ill, where even Dr. Phil comes to visit her in the facility—and later does ample press about the meeting to the disdain of Spears’ own family.

After the incident at the home, the judge in her custody case promptly gave full custody to Federline. Most recently Spears has now been identified as not only unfit to parent, but not capable of taking care of her own well-being—her father was granted conservatorship over her estate by court officials. Here, discourses of the family and the law work together to undermine Britney as a subject and to increase her visibility in the media. Yet her reprimands are not a result of her position doing the work of a celebrity, but rather from actions in her personal life made public. She is discussed in the media as a bad and more so, a negligent, mother.[4] In fact her inability to parent is used to further the claim of Britney’s victimhood. Indeed, it is said that because of her childhood fame and regressive maturing in the public eye, that she has a stunted conceptualization of raising her own children. All of these competing dialogues surrounding Britney’s fame serve to place Spears in a distinct subject position as victim (in some way or another) of the pitfalls of a hyper-visible existence. Regardless of locating where responsibility lies in Britney’s Breakdown, the multiple narratives by multiple viewing positions of her subjectivity in the spotlight, serve to display how discourses of fame can function in a postmodern moment.



[1] Made famous by YouTube personality Chris Crocker’s emotional commentary on the star.

[2] Indeed, the very function of public relations is to package a product in favorable ways for consumption. Interestingly, Britney fired her famous publicist Leslie Sloane before this incident.

[3] The current US Weekly cover image is of Spears and her battle with mental illness.

[4] Interesting because this is validated by an absence of paparazzi photos of Spears and her children together, instead of a presence of them within the discourse of fame.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Randomness at 1 am

A person who shall remain nameless prompted me to list my Top 10 sex scenes in film (in no particular order). Here they are:

1. Ghost: Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze. Definitely the romantic one of the bunch. All of that clay swirling around...oozing sensuality!

2. Unfaithful: Diane Lane and Olivier Martinez. Sure she was cheating and that's like, bad. But their chemistry was undeniable.

3. An Officer and a Gentleman: Richard Gere and Debra Winger. Uniform sexy!

4. Cruel Intentions: Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe. This one has a lot to do with the soundtrack...Colorblind is a hot song.

5. Love and Basketball: Sanaa Lathan and Omar Epps. It was just really sweet and aww worthy.

6. Y Tu Mama Tambien: Does it matter who? The whole movie was sex. And other important things. But lots of sex too.

7. Jason's Lyric: Jada Pinkett and Allen Payne. I'm from Houston, it was filmed in Houston. The Bayou has a whole new meaning for me after seeing this film.

8. Disclosure: Demi Moore and Michael Douglas. It was only oral and in the rest of the narrative he sues her for sexual harassment in the office. Still in the moment, it was a liberating scene for females. Very Sharon Stone.

9. Do the Right Thing: Rosie Perez and Spike Lee. You never really saw anything, but simplicity (and ice cubes!) were the key on a hot summer day.

10. Disappearing Acts: Sanaa Lathan and Wesley Snipes. I really like this film a lot. And the refrigerator scene.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Inside Mimi's Mind

I love Mariah Carey. She was my introduction to true Pop music in the early 90s. I enjoyed her inevitable high notes that only dogs can hear at the end of her songs, her use of words she probably got from a thesaurus by her bedside for lyrics, and honestly just the way she lives in a world totally separate from reality filled with like, a lot of butterflies. How else can you explain album titles like Daydream, Rainbow, Charmbracelet and now, E=MC2? The chick is completely delusional. New evidence of this can be viewed below:



This is the music video for the first single off her new album called "Touch My Body." The song is not at all spectacular, but then again, neither was "It's Like That" and The Emancipation of Mimi is one of her best albums. So I still had hope for her. Until I saw this travesty of a video. Here is my brief running commentary:

:00 A VW Bug pulls up in front of a mansion. I wonder who lives there...
:15 Mariah opens the front door in her underwear. CompuNerd gets a little nervous, she's like, so HOT.
:27 ...And she still can't act.
:45 Obligatory ephemeral shots. Look at all that wind, it makes her hair so flow-y!
1:21 What is this video about exactly?
1:38 A wittle spanking for the bad wittle dorky boy
1:46 Hair touching!
1:50 Animal cruelty, anyone?
2:18 ...and cue Star Wars!
2:58 I'm starting to think she has lice.
3:05 Is anyone else hoping she gets hit in the face with that frisbee?
4:02 That Mariah, she's so tech savvy!

It was supposed to be a fun video. Look at all that fun she had! Wow, what a blast that set must have been. It's almost as if she was 12 again...oh wait.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

It's official...

Justin Timberlake ROCKS MY SOCKS. This is a still from his upcoming film with Mike Myers and Jessica Alba titled The Love Guru. To be released Summer 2008. My life is now complete.

And the Oscar goes to...

Nobody. At least nobody you'll give a second thought to because this year's Academy Awards were probably one of the most boring and forgettable I've seen in my tradition of watching the event. And the ratings sucked. I believe there are three reasons why:

1. Jon Stewart. I have to confess that I'm not one of those hip youth who think Jon Stewart is "like, so cool, and like, I totally get my news from him because he's so funny and smart!" Call me an old fart but give me my elderly white men on network television (or my gay hottie Anderson Cooper on CNN). Give me Babwa. Even give me Regis and Kelly. But Jon Stewart...he just doesn't do it for me. Eh. And when he utilizes satire on The Daily Show that's just dandy. But don't host my Oscars and present the same thing, albeit remixed, for a completely different audience. The Oscars are about spectacle and excess. Feeding the narcissism of the Hollywood elite blindly and uncritically. That's why we have people like Billy Crystal, Steve Martin, Whoopi Goldberg--I would even take Robin Williams--to host the event. Entertain me with a performance and not a cynical stand up routine.

2. Too predictable. Power of elimination and the way most of the winners swept the rest of the Awards season makes for a snooze fest. Did anyone really think Daniel Day Lewis wasn't going to win Best Actor for There Will Be Blood? Besides Johnny Depp lovers (he will get his day in the Oscar glow, I promise people. Just not when he's an effeminate pirate or singing serial killer)

3. Who are those people again? As my roommate frequently prefaces certain statements in our household, "I'm not xenophobic but..." I love the Foreigners. I watch subtitled films. I bow down to Jean Luc Godard. But doesn't it just seem a tad odd that all of the acting awards went to people from outside of this country? Remember the last memorable time something like this happened with Roberto Benigni? Remember his exuberance as he balanced on chairs finally coming to the podium to receive his Best Actor nod? Remember how we never heard from again? Marion Cotillard...I hope I'm not talking to you now.

Ultimately the 80th Anniversary of the Academy Awards suckage has everything to do with Miley Cyrus. No really, I'm convinced. That creepy Disney product of a child star who will end up with multiple personalities in t-minus 10 years, either from switching to Hannah Montana blonde hair too much or hearing her dad singing Achy Breaky Heart...toss up. Why was she there again anyway?

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Britney's parents release statement

Source: TMZ

The following statement was released to CNN's Anderson Cooper by Jamie and Lynne Spears, Britney's parents:

"As parents of an adult child in the throws of a mental health crisis, we were extremely disappointed this morning to learn that over the recommendation of her treating psychiatrist, our daughter Britney was released from the hospital that could best care for her and keep her safe. We are deeply concerned about our daughter's safety and vulnerability and we believe her life is presently at risk. There are conservatorship orders in place created to protect our daughter that are being blatantly disregarded. We ask only that the court's orders be enforced so that a tragedy may be averted."

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

So Heath Overdosed...

...on painkillers and sedatives. I wonder if somewhere out there on a planet and galaxy unknown to mankind, Tom Cruise is jumping on couches and saying "I told you so!"

"Accidental Overdose Killed Heath Ledger"