My copy of Alan Moore and Melinda Gibbie’s kiddie porn comic Lost Girls, about the sex lives of Dorothy Gale of Oz, Alice (from Wonderland) and Wendy Darling of Neverland is on back order from Amazon. I was hoping that this book would serve as the final capstone in the “let’s reimagine our childhood characters in sexual ways” trend. I haven’t read the whole thing, but from what I have read Moore and Gibbie really get to the bottom of the psycho-sexual aspects of these characters, while also exploring the bounds of sexuality in their medium.
The trend does not end there, any more than deconstructing superheroes ended after Moore invented and perfected it in Watchmen: Larry Clark, the nation’s foremost creepy old man, is doing his own take on Peter Pan, called The Blood of Pan.
Clark spilled the beans to some blog called The Style Council and they describe it as such: “Imagine if Peter Pan had been a fucked-up teenage vagrant with a permanent hard-on [and] Wendy had been a cum-drenched junkie living in Brooklyn.” Imagined!
Ol’ Uncle Larry has been in New York doing some casting. “The script is very, very dark and it is very good, and I was just in New York talking to Mickey Rourke about playing Hook,” he told the blog. Mickey Rourke and Clark-brand underage hotties? Holy shit is this a magnificent recipe for disaster.
I tend to like Larry Clark’s movies more often than not, and I think that there’s nothing really wrong with his treatment of adolescent sexuality, even if his lingering camera can sometimes make you feel unclean. Still, this concept has been done to death – hell, even the last (excellent) live action version of Peter Pan addressed the story’s sexual element in a shockingly overt way. What will Larry Clark bring to the table besides the general sleaze? I guess I’ll find out – the guy’s movies are always worth seeing.
And hey, when are they going to give Clark a Harry Potter movie? It could be the first film ever based on slashfic.