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Fourth or Fifth Wave Feminism

Feminist Icon Reveals Herself As Closet Clarkson Fan

kellllllly.jpgCamille Paglia—who has never, ever been right about anything ever (and I swear I'm not just saying that because she flunked me in freshman year of college)—has heard the future of rock, and its name is My December.

Toward the tail end of a rant about the death of the art movie—wherein she claims that the only U.S. flick of the last few decades that can stand with the works of the recently deceased Bergman and Antonioni is the Godfather (sure, why not) and that only all six parts of Star Wars can be considered a modern classic (uh, even the Jar Jar one?)—and her favorite bugbear, the narcisscism and plastic vacuity of post-boomer America, the cantankerous old coot claims that Kelly C's "Irvine," which she heard thanks to that patron of the arts Matt Drudge, has redeemed her faith in rock music. "The spare live production, with its ascending changes and haunting ornamental guitar slides, is gorgeous," she writes. "As long as music of this quality is being made, the American fine arts will revive." Whoa, not just rock, but all of American fine arts, right up there with Winslow Homer and Vincent Gallo. Kelly might want to print this out for the next time she has a meeting with Clive Davis.

Art Movies: R.I.P. [Salon via Wired]

1:00 PM on Wed Aug 8 2007
By jharv
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