First of all I would like to establish that no I do not have smiley face panties…
I just finished a fun evening with my fellow classmates watching Tank Girl.
I was not sure what I was in for but it’s certain that nothing could have adequately prepared me for the radical artistic bombardment of Tank Girl. My first reaction after finishing the movie was the I could have appreciated it a lot more if I was watching it in Colorado.
I was disturbed by the highly sexulized bestiality of the movie. The story line left much to be desired and I felt no emotional connection to the characters. However I think that this adds to the shock-you-out-of-your-air SF element of it. One of the huge points that made Rebecca hard to relate to is that after seeing her boyfriend killed and being tortured she seemingly rebounds on a Kangaroo Man. Also, one of the shocking lines that stood out to me was when the mangaroo tells Jette, “It’s okay; I have a condom. ” Which is good with the feminism call for safe sex and planned parenthood. However he still fails to obtain the girls consent and the scene ends with much implied. (side note: would a mangaroo even have the right equipment; if you get my gist… I’m too embarrassed to bring this up in class but you can’t see me blush behind this screen.)
I feel like I am probably dwelling a lot of the sex element of the movie but it struck me as possibly the most prominent feature of the film (aside from Tank girl rocking some new rad fashion in ever scene and reminding me of the Gwen.) I was disappointed by Rebecca’s choices and really would of liked to see a more lesbian element. Like when Jette loses her glasses and suddenly becomes an apocalyptic goddess. It is also disappointing to note that the hero’s of the story are the Rippers who turn out to be simple “manamals,” as one of my fellow watchers dubbed them, who are driven by sex just like the human men.
All in all I found it an intriguing film. I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t have trippy dreams tonight… but who knows.