As an Ohioan by upbringing, I always assumed that Midwesterners were the chattiest, friendliest folk in the land.
Until I moved to Texas.
Texans love to talk. Love it. They will chat you up anywhere, from discussing your career aspirations while at Target to dishing about your favorite place for margaritas while at the gynecologist.
It's inescapable, but it's kinda quaint, too.
Suffice it to say, even the most congenial northerners ain't got nothin' on the southern folks, y'all. The art of gab has been perfected in this neck of the prairie.
And now there are statistics to prove it.
A recent Nielsen study found that southerners are the most communicative lot in the United States, when examined purely by region. Texans average more than 800 minutes of telephone talk time per month, eclipsing other populous states like California, New York, and Illinois.
In contrast, Texas doesn't earn top honors for its text messaging affinity. My home state — and even Mississippians and Kansans, for pete's sake — whip our Texan hides raw with their zippy thumbs. Texans average a decent 500 to 600 texts per month, compared to the chart-topping texters of 600 or more in other states.
The results here, it seems, are as clear as day. You southerners still want to get down and cool the seats of your saddles.
Make no mistake about it: Texans love people. This state's got more guts than you can hang on a fence when it comes to personal relationships. It's what makes the merry go 'round.
And there ain't no need to be apologetic for that. Just don't let your mouth overload your tail.
Writer/director Sean Baker’s filmography is full of films that aim to show stories not typically seen in mainstream movies, ones that often feel so true to life that they can be tough to watch. His latest film, Anora, is similar to his previous content in some ways, but much different in others.
Anora (Mikey Madison), aka Ani, is a stripper/sex worker who works at a club in Brooklyn. Because she can speak Russian, she is assigned to dance for Ivan (Mark Eydelshteyn), who she discovers is the son of a Russian oligarch. With an unlimited supply of money, he pays Ani for sex and, enjoying spending time with her, for her to pretend to be his girlfriend for a week.
That week sees them do a lot of wild stuff, most notably an impulsive trip to Las Vegas where they — almost as hastily — decide to get married. Their elopement doesn’t stay secret for long, though, with Ivan’s parents especially upset. A trio of henchmen track them down, enlisted by Ivan’s parents to force them to get the marriage annulled at all costs.
Baker is not your typical storyteller, and so even though the film has three distinct acts, they don’t play out in ways that will be familiar or comfortable for many filmgoers. Much of the first act involves Ani in states of undress, either dancing for customers or having sex with Ivan. Although the “rich guy paying for the company of a sex worker” echoes a film like Pretty Woman, the comparison doesn’t really fit, especially because the immature, video game-playing Ivan is about as far from romance as you can get.
Whatever appeal he might have had disappears in the second half of the film when he’s confronted with his parents’ displeasure. It’s here that Baker seems to play with moviegoer expectations the most. With three goons sent to get Ani and Ivan to take back what they’ve done, it feels like Baker is going to go down the typical mob movie road. Instead, what transpires can only be described as an intense farce, with Ani resisting the trio’s efforts with all her might, causing lots of comedic chaos.
What plays out throughout the film, and especially in the final act, is a disparity of wealth. While Ani being willing to have sex with a rich guy who comes into the club could be viewed in multiple ways, it does hint at her need to make money however she can. Conversely, Ivan spends money with abandon and acts accordingly, like someone who will never have a care in the world. After much frivolity, this imbalance hits like a ton of bricks in the film’s final minutes.
Madison, who’s had small but showy roles in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood and the reboot of Scream, proves herself to be a star in this role. She owns every part of the performance, from the New York accent to the pole dancing, and she is the fire that keeps the film humming. She is especially important because Russian actor Eydelshteyn is only intermittently effective. Special note goes to Karren Karagulian, Vache Tovmasyan, and Yura Borisov, the three men who come for Ani and Ivan. Each walks the line between drama and comedy especially well.
Taken at face value, Anora could be viewed as a merely titillating and somewhat shallow film. But Baker doesn’t do anything without a purpose, which is why the subtext of the story gives the film its power, with a bravura performance by Madison to put it over the top.