At last year’s Cannes Film Festival women, actors and others, on the Red Carpet were chastised for showing off their bodily parts.
What is the Cannes Film Festival’s problem with the female body?
“Nudity has never been officially sanctioned at the festival, but Cannes’ dress code now specifies that “nudity is prohibited on the red carpet, as well as in any other area of the festival” starting this year.”
Women showing off their physical beauty are banned. Is beauty ever grotesque? Tell Michelangelo. Picasso. Modigliani. Does expression-of-beauty at an Art event have to be censored for reasons of decency? Are they kidding? Monty Python would have used them in several skits.
Now if Thierry Frémaux and his festival cohorts were closet American Christian Nationalists fetishising over various sexual conundrums, male-female whatever, I would understand.
Well, I would understand a little, not too much, because the Christian Nationalist movement in the United States, what is it a cult? A self-styled support political party? I can’t work them out. Most people can’t, other than themselves, of course. Would Christ want anything to do with them?
On the surface that group of hypocrites, aligned with a convicted felon, Donald Trump, famous for illegal sex entwined crimes, 34 of them, the man who introduced himself before his still surprising 2016 victory as a dedicated pussy grabbing self-styled celebrity.
So along with the ‘in the bar’ unwanted penis grabbing husbands of doyennes of that distinctly odd Christian movement, I have to ask: why would the Cannes Film Festival ever want to ally themselves with them?
What is the problem with beautiful stylish women on the red carpet expressing themselves anyway? It’s a film festival, one that has had some fairly revealing films in and out of competition exhibition for quite some years.
Is Hypocrisy going to be name of this age? The Age of Hypocrites. Strange that the hypocrites do seem mostly aged beings as well. Because stylish younger generations don’t seem to care how provocative their wear is.
I propose that card-carrying men in the moral majority of Christian and other forms of restrictive nationalism should have their penises checked at all doors, that is if women are going to have to endure the moral stitch-up argument over choices of festival gownery as they all head off to see films.
I mean, all’s fair in love and loonery at a film festival, right?
Semolina Pynes in Out of Competition acted out her views on the matter like this:
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