Bombs Away

One of the disturbing things about getting older is that all of your cultural references become obsolete. I’ll mention Leave it to Beaver, and get blank stares. Or I’ll suggest someone look at the colors of the Fillmore posters, and, once again the stare that says, “Wha’?” and, “You’re old.” Today I mentioned Pablo Ferro’s incredible title sequence for Stanley Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb and had a similar reaction. I love Ferro’s explanation that refers to the sexuality of the scene. Others might skirt the issue, or suggest the viewer can determine his or her own meaning. Pablo states blatantly, “Everything we do is always very sexual. A B-52 refueling in midair? Of course! It’s sexual.” The combination of the wonderfully immediate typography, easy listening music, and documentary footage creates a pornographic and sensual experience. Okay, maybe not hot, hot, hot pornography, but certainly sensual.

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2 Responses to “Bombs Away”

  1. Seth Johnson Says:

    Perhaps the best film of the late 20th century.

    And, to continue the theme: even the names of the characters are sexualized. Mandrake. Muffley. Buck. Turgidson. Ripper. King Kong. deSadesky.

    Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. And the purity and essence of our natural bodily fluids.

  2. Sean Says:

    Seth, you’ve watched this with a keen and hard eye.