Julie’S Slide Into Depravity

Julie’S Slide Into Depravity
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By Paul Stokes
28 May 2002 • 12:01am

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James Ducker

9 Jul 2022, 2:43pm

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Luke Slater

9 Jul 2022, 2:43pm

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9 Jul 2022, 2:43pm

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© Telegraph Media Group Limited 2022

Janet Charlton's descent into a life of sexual promiscuity began when her four-year marriage to her business partner ended.
The change from suburban wife to single parent led her into the world of escort agency work, often a euphemism for prostitution. She met Danny O'Brien, a businessman with a proclivity for unorthodox sex , who responded to her internet advertisement.
To keep him happy she had sex with strangers in country car parks so he could watch. She once had sex with 10 men in a sauna club as he looked on.
Charlton, 36, is the eldest of two daughters of Herbert Kenny, 60, and his wife Beryl, 58, from Middleton, Manchester.
After taking her A-levels, she went to Huddersfield Polytechnic for a two-year course in business studies. She left six months before the course ended. She worked in tele-sales, becoming a branch manager, and met Tony Charlton at Christmas in 1991.
They married in 1993. He took over a printing business and she became a partner in the firm.
Their daughter Amy was born in 1997 but the couple separated soon after her second birthday. Charlton bought a house at Golcar, near Huddersfield, West Yorks, from her divorce settlement.
She then signed up as an escort girl with an internet-based agency. She had full sex with three out of four clients who responded and was paid £50 an hour. "I realised it was not quite right, but I couldn't see any harm in it," she said.
She met O'Brien, 41, after he left a message inviting her to a "swingers' resort" in Jamaica. They immediately "hit if off", so she and Amy moved in with him 10 miles away at Midgley.
Problems arose through his obsessive behaviour. Denise Dugan, who worked there as a cleaner, said: "He was fastidious and could be difficult. She was good for him because he was too serious and she was fresh and bubbly."
But Charlton blamed his appetite for depraved sex for putting strains on the relationship and ultimately for provoking her into killing him.
Jane McNamara, 35, a friend, said Charlton told her when her marriage was crumbling that she was bored and admitted that she was working for an escort agency.
"I don't think she realised what she was getting into," said Mrs McNamara. "She was naive."
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Close Call

Production:
A Prime Media Pictures presentation. Produced by Jeff Fahey, Jimmy Lee. Co-producer, Angie Lee. Directed, written by Jimmy Lee.

Crew:
Camera (FotoKem color), Luc G. Nicknair; editors, Luci Kwak, Brian J. Cavanaugh; music, Steven Chesne; production designer, Karen Ipock; costume designer, Angela Hadnagy; sound (Dolby Digital), Adam Joseph, Eric Naughton, Jong Rim Won; sound designers, Galen L. Senogles, Steve McCarty; supervising sound editor, Senogles; stunt coordinators, Peewee Piemonte, Julie Michaels; folk dance choreographer, Kim Eung Hwa; line producer, Fred Cobar; assistant directors, Bert Christman, Joshua Vancil, Scott Innuno; casting, Steve Helgoth. Reviewed at Raleigh Studios screening room, Los Angeles, April 9, 2004. No MPAA Rating. Running time: 91 MIN.

With:
Jenny - Annie Lee
David - Philip Moon
Becky - Faleena Hopkins
Elliot - Jeff Fahey
Joanne - Christina Ma
Tanya - Angie Lee
Ricky - Frayne Rosanoff
(English, Korean dialogue)

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Though its makers likely never intended to remake 1958's "High School Confidential!" for a new millennium, that's what "Close Call" is. This melodrama about a Korean-American girl's slide into depravity is too inconsequential and too earnest to belong in the So Bad It's Good category; it's merely bad, and after a quick exit from theaters, it may be the subject of derision among younger Asian viewers of latenight cable.
Though its makers likely never intended to remake 1958’s “High School Confidential!” for a new millennium, that’s essentially what “Close Call” is, albeit with a bit less camp value. This cautionary melodrama about a Korean-American teen girl’s slide into depravity is too inconsequential and too earnest to belong in the So Bad It’s Good category; rather, it’s merely bad, and after a quick exit from theaters, it may be the subject of amused derision among younger Asian viewers of latenight cable.
Unlike Roger Corman’s “The Trip,” which both reveled in and pointed out the problems with the counterculture but at least had some emotional connection to its subject, “Close Call” looks and feels thoroughly detached from the sexualized youth scene it means to expose.
Beginning at the lowest moment in protag Jenny’s (Annie Lee) young life — when she’s about to hang herself in a dance club bathroom — pic winds back to what got her here, starting with her happy times growing up with dad David (Philip Moon), her accidental glimpses of porn on TV and her real estate agent mom Joanne (Christina Ma) having sex with a stranger, and mom and dad’s nasty divorce. Mom gains custody, but apparently has no time for Jenny during the SoCal real estate boom, permitting her daughter to grow up into a potty-mouthed, wild girl who freely tosses around X-rated jokes in class.
Writer-director Jimmy Lee cuts between past and present with no sense of order or dramatic sense. Worst instance has David, against character, working as a journalist in Seoul instead of living near Jenny, whom he deeply loves. After recovering from a heart attack, he is told by his Los Angeles divorce lawyer, Elliot (Jeff Fahey), that Jenny is in trouble and needs his help.
As if on cue, David shows up after an especially nasty — though unintentionally hilarious — fight between mom and daughter, reads Jenny’s drug-riddled and sex-soaked diary, and demands to take care of her himself.
True to the teens-gone-bad sub-genre stereotype, Jenny’s best friend (Faleena Hopkins) is a worse malfeasant than Jenny. Expelled from high school and dealing heroin, she and Jenny steal Joanne’s jewelry to pay for lost drugs. Pic’s eventual happy wrap-up is a howler of epic proportions.
Rather than taking advantage of the delicious chance to play a wild chick to the max, Lee remains stiff and unconvincing as Jenny. A good thesp like Moon (“The Big Lebowski”) is stuck with dreadful fatherly dialogue, while Hopkins comes closest of all to pushing her perf into pure pulp fun. Fahey (who produced) and Ma appear glum in stick-figure roles.
Pic slights what could have been interesting cultural details of Korean-American identity, while twice inserting graphics indicating Seoul locales during quickly succeeding scenes. Sets and lensing will look better in vid format than they do on the bigscreen.

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October 2, 2014
· Tagged julie paul , the pull of the moon , fall , autumn , falling
"Yes, dears. Of course leaves are all that will ever drop from above."
"Danger: High Voltage," says Kathleen Winter about Julie Paul's debut story collection, The Pull of the Moon , whose stories, she elaborates, are "masterful and sexy." In this list, Paul contemplates the nature of fall and falling with a beautiful list of recommended reads.
There is something good to be said about every season, isn’t there? Aren’t our best Canadian selves like decent parents, loving each unique season equally, but in different ways?
Well, no. We’re not kidding anyone with our nicey-nice. Who really wants another Canadian winter to descend? Even us West Coast dwellers, to whom the rest of the country directs evil curses come the fifth month of shovelling, do not welcome the impending doom.
Autumn, though. Now there’s a season fer ya. Despite the fact that autumn inevitably leads to winter, we just love our crunchy leaves, brilliant colours, crisp air, and sharp blue sky. And sweaters! We love our sweaters. Secretly or otherwise, so many of us claim autumn to be our favourite season. Even though we know better, we can’t help but look forward to the fall. We claim identity by waving a dying maple leaf on our flag.
Most of the characters in my new collection of stories, The Pull of the Moon , know better than to do what they do, and yet, they carry on anyway. They’re caught in situations where their common sense is tested, where their hearts are pulled in a few directions, where they falter. They trip over secrets and descend into comedic and tragic allegiances with neighbours. They plunge into trysts and truces without thinking things through, and put their hopes in the wrong person. In other words, they’re humans, and sometimes, they fall.
Autumn: AKA, the Fall. The descent. Icarus tumbling back to earth with melted wings. Visits to the underworld. Seasonal changes. A dying off. A beautiful release.
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Chubby Cougars
Black Teen Trannys
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