if there was any film that would have slapped hard on the face of American moralistic values and the western culture and the influence on their kids, then it was Little Miss Sunshine.
there is this thing in which i believe...if u want to show someone a mirror show him such a huge large mirror that the person gets a little terrified...! u know its like when society starts thinking that a few things are not to be seen or shown in society...its only then when u exaggerate more and show it back to them, they are a little shaken from their grounds. Something what the Urdu writer Sa'adat Hasan Manto used to do! To show the naked face of human dignity, he depicted his characters and stories with such rawness that it was almost frightening for society.
somehow i find a strange parallel with Manto's stories, when the last sequence of "Little Miss Sunshine" comes - the little 7 or maybe 8-year old girl - to everyone's complete disbelief starts doing a striptease act. Man...would you believe that...but then if u see all those little girls in the beauty pageant, you feel as if "what is being done to htese little souls?" - in the first place why is there a beauty pageant for 5 to 8 year old girls...? but such is the state of the state of America that anything like this is passed as a part of a so-called "mature" society..and to counter this - there was this stud sitting there, to whom Olive's father asks? "are u a parent?" and he casually asks "first time in the pageant?.. to which the father doesnt have a reply!
i almost thought that, that guy was a child molester out there for hunt, but looking at Olive's performance...where everyone almost walks off, he s the one who genuinely stands up and applauds the performance...
(i maybe wrong in this interpretation but thats how i thought bout it)...
hail sunshine guys...!!! its a beautiful film...
and then there are these wonderful one-liners:
- You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work... Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.
- Dwyane: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap-high school and everything-just skip it.
Frank: Do you know who Marcel Proust is?
Dwayne: He's the guy you teach.
Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh... he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that...
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