used to be my favourite movie I mean it still is in so many ways but looking back with my ‘now-eyes’ the bright glare is transphobic and I’ve stopped squinting eyes wide open I’m open! I’m open! every scene with Finkle/Einhorn the reveal of Mr Knish physical comedy timing gold but it bums me out, man. The '90s were a great time, man sometimes transformative, man also sometimes extremely unkind– we reminisce imperfectly. Decidedly unheroic as he saves, there is our hero, Ace, subtly stating trans = other = fear = shame Ace, so kind to animals a vegetarian emancipator prince but he still had a cry and a vomit after realising what had really been jamming into his hip Einhorn’s torrential off-camera pee-break her apparent no-wipe no-pantyhose-pull-up eyes wide open it's too easy to find an ‘other’ Forget the crotch of it all recall the crux of it all Finkle/Einhorn wasn't trans underneath Finkle was a criminal stole an identity to neatly vanish inside a revenge fantasy - not a true-self arrival. I used to gather torn-out teen-magazine posters dozens taped across my walls to hide inside Jim, right up there with Leo we fit like a glove I said "no, spank you" so often I said it'd be my first tattoo on my idiot 6th form bum. So, would you like a cookie, son? Laces out! Untied perceptions need navigating; can’t we be altruistic? I wonder how Jim feels about it now eyes wide open We’re open! Here’s hopin’!
Ace Ventura: Pet Detective
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