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The Extreme, R-Rated Thriller That Destroyed Batman's Body
By Robert Scucci
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As somebody who spent years working the graveyard shift, I can tell you first-hand that a questionable sleep schedule eventually catches up with you and forces some serious lifestyle or occupational changes. My sleep problem had a simple fix, like avoiding caffeine in the afternoon and sticking to a rigid nap schedule. I still wear one of those cushy sleep masks so I can experience total darkness during those nights when 12:00 am quickly turns into 3:00 am, and I need to catch a solid REM cycle in a pinch.
Christian Bale’s Trevor Reznik in 2004’s The Machinist, on the other hand, is well past the point of saving, and there’s no way a cozy cup of Sleepytime Tea is ever bringing him back. Bale looks the part of a tormented man whose demons have consumed him from the inside out in The Machinist, famously losing 62 pounds on a crash diet of water, apples, black coffee, and sometimes whiskey. Appearance aside, his portrayal of an insomniac slowly losing his grip on reality is one of the best I’ve ever seen, and The Machinist still holds up as a perfect psychological thriller over 20 years later.
We’re Gonna Need Something Stronger Than Camomile
The Machinist wastes no time establishing its conflict through Trevor Reznik, who has barely slept in a year and toils away at the machine shop where he works. It’s immediately clear he’s not all there, his wandering mind leading to a brutal workplace accident that costs one of his coworkers an arm. In his near-constant delirium, he has frequent run-ins with a coworker named Ivan (John Sharian), who nobody else can confirm exists. This becomes a serious problem because Trevor insists Ivan distracted him, causing the accident.
Outside of work, Trevor lives in squalor and moves through life in a daze. To distract himself from his own internal machinations, he spends time with a prostitute named Stevie (Jennifer Jason Leigh), and frequents a nearby airport diner, where he exchanges pleasantries with a waitress named Maria (Aitana Sanchez-Gijon), for whom he seems at least romantically interested. As Trevor gets to know Maria better, he’s introduced to her son, Nicholas (Matthew Romero), whose presence triggers disturbing visions of his past.
As Trevor’s mental state continues to decline, he grows increasingly paranoid and distracted. His constant state of mental flux eventually costs him his machinist job, sending him further into his spiral. Fully convinced that Ivan, Stevie, and Maria are conspiring against him, Trevor sets out to discover who’s pulling the strings, and who’s been leaving the Post-It note on his refrigerator with an incomplete game of hangman scratched onto it.
Worth Its Weight In Christian Bales
By now well known for his willingness to undergo extreme physical transformations, Christian Bale goes all in with his portrayal of Trevor in The Machinist. He reportedly dropped to 120 pounds during production, then had to gain roughly 100 pounds in about six months to prepare for his portrayal of Batman in Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight trilogy, which kicked off in 2005.
Insane physicality aside, Bale is fully dialed in as a man who has completely lost himself to the silent grief eating away at him, his repressed memories resurfacing as his mental faculties hit a dire low point he may never recover from. The stress seen in his face in every single scene is palpable because he’s living it. I’d imagine that smelling the craft service on the production lot during principal photography helped fuel the illusion more than we’ll ever realize.
Experiencing everything from Trevor’s fractured perspective, we catch a glimpse of a world that’s pale and tinted green, as if the decay he feels at his core is projected onto his surroundings. It’s a grim depiction of what can happen when you live in a constantly heightened, sleep deprived state, clocking every single interaction as one loaded with ulterior motives, as if everybody is trying to expose you for committing some heinous act in the past that you only vaguely recall.
The next time you find yourself tossing, turning, and worrying about how much tomorrow is going to suck if you can’t get a few unbroken hours of sleep before dawn approaches, just throw on The Machinist for a dose of perspective. You’ll be glad that the car backfiring outside your bedroom window, waking you briefly before you drift back to slumberland, is the worst of your problems after spending time with Trevor.
As of this writing, The Machinist is streaming on Paramount+.
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The Bear still doesnt know how to write romance
Whenever The Bear introduces a new female character, I pray she doesn’t become a love interest for one of the male leads. Not because I hate romance, but because I specifically hate the way The Bear does romance.
The clearest offender is Carmy’s (Jeremy Allen White) relationship with Claire (Molly Gordon). A childhood friend who re-enters Carmy’s life, Claire is less a real human character than she is a walking self-help book for Carmy. She spends almost every moment she’s on screen talking about him: her memories of him, his mental health struggles, his relationship with his family. In theory, she has a life apart from Carmy — her defining character trait outside of being his girlfriend is vaguely “nurse” — but in watching The Bear, you wouldn’t know it.
Usually a great performer (see: Shiva Baby, Oh, Hi!, and more), Gordon is reduced to two modes here: luminous love interest hanging onto Carmy’s every word, or calming therapist. She’s not the only Bear character to meet this fate. As The Bear builds Ever staffer Jessica (Sarah Ramos) into a possible match for Richie (Ebon Moss-Bachrach), it replaces her level-headed expertise with empty platitudes designed to ground him. (Season 4 line “honesty is sanity” made me want to drive my head through a wall.) Elsewhere, Richie’s ex-wife, Tiffany (Gillian Jacobs), acts as a similar pillar of support.
Their heads constantly askew, their eyes lit up in adoration, their mouths always ready to offer up an eager laugh or some cornball advice, these characters morph into The Bear‘s single idea of a Woman In Love. Now, The Bear‘s standalone episode “Gary” offers a new addition to this pantheon: Sherri (Marin Ireland) from Gary, Indiana.
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Sherri is a woman whom Richie and Mikey (Jon Bernthal) meet at a bar while on a work trip to Gary. She immediately strikes up a rapport with Mikey, playing a private game of “Fact or Fiction” with him, listening to his complicated woes while nestled together in a bathroom stall, and stealing his beanie and wearing it like a middle schooler trying to get a rise out of a crush. It’s a level of blindly supportive compassion we haven’t seen since Claire Bear, and Ireland, typically a huge asset to any project, soon becomes trapped in The Bear‘s love interest archetype. (Someone please ban affectionate head tilts from the set of The Bear, effective immediately.)
While Sherri feels like she was meant to be a moment of bright connection in Mikey’s life, maybe even “the one that got away,” she really just comes across as an empty vessel for him to pour his trauma into. “What are you looking for, Michael?” she wonders. Later, when he asks permission to do a bump of cocaine, she simply responds, “I want you to be you.” It’s a series of faux-deep exchanges that even two great performers can’t sell. (It doesn’t help that Bernthal and Moss-Bachrach wrote the episode.)
That faux-deepness is what sinks The Bear‘s other romances, too. The show tries to force these deep, cosmic connections, but it forgets that these relationships should be a two-way street. Perhaps that’s why many viewers are drawn to shipping Carmy and Sydney (Ayo Edebiri). While the showrunners have affirmed that their relationship is platonic — and I personally agree with that choice — what sets this hypothetical pairing apart is that they each have such rich lives, both in their work together and their time apart. That’s because The Bear is invested in both of them as characters, rather than just using one as a device to unlock the other. You simply can’t say the same of The Bear‘s other romantic pairings, and the release of “Gary” further proves that romance is the recipe The Bear has yet to master.
“Gary” is now streaming on Hulu. The Bear Season 5 premieres this June on Hulu.
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The Star Trek Sex Scene That Was Almost Too Much For Audiences
By Chris Snellgrove
| Published
If there’s one thing Star Trek has always been weird about, it’s sex. Sure, The Original Series liked to titillate audiences, but broadcast restrictions kept them from getting too spicy. The Next Generation was comparatively celibate, to the point that Patrick Stewart would beg new writers to get Captain Picard laid. Eventually, the pendulum swung the other way: Discovery gave us an explicit sex scene that traumatized an unwilling participant while traumatizing the audience with the sight of naked Klingon breasts.
Obviously, it’s hard for this franchise to get sex scenes just right. When they aren’t offensive, they’re just downright goofy, like the time Dr. Crusher boned down with the Scottish bad boy that lived in her mother’s sex toy candle. Understandably, Star Trek: The Next Generation showrunner Michael Piller was worried about how audiences would react to a sex scene with Deanna Troi in “The Price” because fans kept writing in complaints before the episode even aired. But he didn’t get a single complaint after the episode, proving that audiences secretly loved seeing everyone’s favorite Betazed getting shagged!
In “The Price,” the Enterprise is hosting a number of intergalactic dignitaries who are negotiating for the rights to a major prize: access to a seemingly stable wormhole from the Alpha Quadrant to the Gamma Quadrant. One of the negotiators is secretly empathic, so it’s no surprise when he hits it off with empathic Counselor Deanna Troi. The two form a hot and heavy sexual relationship, one that only comes to an end when Troi must reluctantly reveal how her new lover has been secretly using his own Betazed abilities to manipulate negotiations from the beginning.
When previews for “The Price” first aired, the fandom collectively decided they were going to hate the scene where Troi takes Ral (her new bad-boy boyfriend) to bed. There are many possible reasons for this. Some fans hated to see Troi hook up with anyone but Riker, her fellow officer and one true Imzadi. Meanwhile, some fans hated to see Troi hook up with anyone but themselves. Whatever their motivation, more than a few fans decided to write to the Star Trek: The Next Generation crew to complain about the impending onscreen erotica.
“I’m Sensing Great Thickness, Captain”
This information comes to us courtesy of Michael Piller. As written in Captains’ Logs: The Unauthorized Complete Trek Voyages, the TNG showrunner later lamented that “It was never meant to be outrageous television.” Despite this, “We got quite a few letters from outraged people before it aired.” Obviously, these fans thought Star Trek was about to get downright salacious. However, this story has an unexpected punchline: Piller noted that “nobody wrote after it aired.” The implication here is that nobody, even the fans who thought they would despise it, actually hated this sci-fi sex scene.
By today’s standards, the sex scene is relatively mild. There isn’t any nudity or simulated sex onscreen, and the whole thing was more sensual than anything else. Ral gives her a hot oil foot massage, she ends up straddling him, and the two spend plenty of time baring their souls while staring into each other’s eyes. Sure, it’s not as explicit as something you might find over on GornHub (what are you doing, step-reptile?!?), but by the standards of early ‘90s TV, this scene was downright smoking.
Judging from the complete and utter lack of complaints, it seems like the fandom really enjoyed this sensual scene. The franchise might have had trouble getting things just right over the years, but it seems like the TNG writers and producers finally found the right recipe for a successful Star Trek sex scene. Just take half a cup of foot stuff, eight ounces of diaphonous clothing, and three cloves of Marina Sirtis on top. Throw in a spandex-clad exercise scene as an appetizer and baby, you’ve got yourself one hell of a meal!
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