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Nina lives
The last episode of "24" was made for Nina-ites, and for ecstatic, fulfilling perfidy.
For those of us who had been wondering about Nina (and everyone else in sight), the last episode of “24″ was a triumph for the most daring work in film offered to America in a while. More than that, Episode 24 topped even the electrifyingly brief admission at the close of 23 that Nina was the mole, and not just Jack Bauer’s ex-lover but someone ready to kill him.
If you haven’t been watching “24,” you’re lost already; but no one devoted to the show is having the suspense spoiled by what I’m saying. If you have been with “24,” you were there Tuesday night. In our house, at the end of Episode 23 with just a glimpse of Nina’s weary but still beautiful face on the cellphone (her only true love), speaking in some dangerously foreign language, there were cries of “Nina! Nina!” — as if to say, You wicked bitch, Nina, expect to die in disgrace — but also salutations: Nina! You did it! You are the one!
In other words, for Nina-ites, the discovery of ultimate perfidy and treachery was ecstatic and fulfilling. For this wraith of electronic intelligence, burnout and Prada clothes was and is one of the great femmes fatales. The actress is Sarah Clarke, and she has been vital to this thrilling show.
Thus, in the very last episode, while Jack was valiant, forceful and resolute (and there was a great moment where he nearly breaks down on hearing the false news — who tells him? — that his daughter is dead), it was Nina who was the motor of the episode. Her slightly listless air fell away, her face hardened, she fought off the last fatigue, her eyes took on a killer focus, and she moved. She was slithering this way and that, whipping along corridors (on her cellphone always) to avoid detection, going from one language to another and serenely popping anyone in her way. Even, yes, her old rival — I’ll say no more, but in “24″ there were sides and sides, and Nina was on the losing side in so many ways. But not a sweet, placid loser. And Nina lives.
In backtracking to prove her guilt, Jack thinks of the video coverage in the room where another female operative supposedly killed herself (hours and weeks ago). And there it was after electronic recovery: a fixed surveillance top-shot, yet as beautiful as one from Fritz Lang, of Nina coming into the room, swathing the woman in death, and then gazing up at the camera as baleful as the serpent caught in its first great sin — the shot of the season and one of the most piercing moments in American film. (When have you last seen or felt “movie” being used so brilliantly in a so-called major motion picture?)
There are other things to be said about the last episode that address the series as a whole: The scripting was both intricate and expansive; the camera-editing style was increasingly attuned to nerve endings and paranoid apprehension. I’ve mentioned already the way in which Nina became a fleeing object but never more dangerous. On the other hand, the culmination of the narrative was such that we saw two men (Jack Bauer and David Palmer) in situations where they were both likely to lose their wives. Throughout the dense interstitching, therefore, has been a grand design about the ambiguities of duty and family.
I doubt this is over yet. There will be another “24″ series next year, and I believe it will have one central, serial story, with Bauer and Palmer as leading figures. Who else? Well, Jack has his daughter still, of course. And he might have Nina. There was blood on her brow, and rue in her eyes. But there was a voice saying she had to be kept alive. “We need her, Jack,” said his boss. He and the rest of us. And while Nina lives, the world (I’m happy to say) is unsafe.
David Thomson is the author of "A Biographical Dictionary of Film" (new edition just published), "Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles" and "In Nevada." More David Thomson.
Taxing strip clubs for rape
Politicians are holding adult entertainment venues responsible for funding sexual assault services
(Credit: iStockphoto/wragg) It used to be that strip clubs were merely blamed for society’s ills. Now they’re actually being charged for it.
In recent years, measures have been introduced in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Texas, Illinois and, most recently, California to apply special taxes to strip clubs — specifically to fund sexual assault services. Now, even if you aren’t inclined to view erotic entertainment as the source of all evil, this might seem an appropriate aim — who wants to argue against additional support for rape survivors? It would seem even more so when you consider politicians’ and activists’ repeated claims of solid scientific evidence showing a link between strip clubs — specifically those that sell alcohol — and sexual violence.
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Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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