“Let me try and be as direct as I possibly can with you on this. There was no relationship to repair. I didn’t intend for Harvey to buy and release The Immigrant – I thought it was a terrible idea. And I didn’t think he would want the film, and I didn’t think he would like the film. He bought the film without me knowing! He bought it from the equity people who raised the money for me in the States. And I told them it was a terrible idea, but I had no say over the matter. So they sold it to him without my say-so, and with me thinking it was a terrible idea. I was completely correct, but I couldn’t do anything about it. It was not my preference, it was not my choice, I did not want that to happen, I have no relationship with Harvey. So, it’s not like I repaired some relationship, then he screwed me again, and I’m an idiot for trusting him twice! Like I say, you try to distance yourself as much as possible from the immediate response to a movie. With The Immigrant I had final cut. So he knew he couldn’t make me change it. But he applied all the pressure he could, including shelving the film.”
~ James Gray
By Kim Voynar Voynar@moviecitynews.com
Male vs. Female? On Double Standards in Film Criticism
A comment on a post over on Glenn Kenny’s blog got me pondering: Do the mostly male, mostly heterosexual writers who dominate the business of reviewing films have two standards — one by which they review films aimed at women, and another by which they judge films aimed at men — and does such a double-standard go beyond the men who write those reviews to permeate the comments sections of blogs dominated by men?
Is there, as the commenter suggests, a subtle form of sexism inherent in the way in which these men give a hall pass to fantasy-fulfillment male-bonding flicks featuring guys buddying around, playing a lot of poker, and drinking a lot, and banal escapist action crap (see: Transformers and anything with the words “Fast” and “Furious” in the title) while gagging over films aimed at the more emotional, romantic sweet spot that films marketed to a female audience target? Or are those critics just writing based on their own visceral response informed by what they’re relating to in their own lives?
Sexism? Well, yes … and no.
I suppose you could call me sexist for not generally being a fan of “guy flicks,” but I swing both ways … I don’t like rom-coms much either. Film criticism is not and never will be an objective science, it’s a purely subjective art that’s influenced very much by who the writer is as a person, and even what’s going on in that person’s life at any given moment. We can try as hard as we like to judge a film purely on its objective merits, but what we respond to or don’t in a film is a very personal thing, and the job of a critic is to tell his audience not just what he liked or didn’t about a film but why, thereby giving his readers some perspective by which to judge whether to see it (or, if they’ve already seen it, whether they agree with the reviewer’s take on it).
For instance, as a mother of five I probably have a higher tolerance for family fare than some other writers might, and when I review a film like Percy Jackson and the Olympians, while I’m judging the film on its merits as film, I’m also taking into consideration the audience at which the film is aimed (my kids) and whether I think it does a good job of meeting their expectations. I’m not judging Percy Jackson against Citizen Kane or Vertigo, I’m contrasting and comparing it to other like fare aimed at the same demographic.
Which isn’t to say I think kids flicks should get a free pass on stupidity because they’re aimed at younger folk — I don’t. But I do take into account that those films are not made for the type of person who lives for seeing the latest Harmony Korine or Jim Jarmusch film at the hipster arthouse cinema. Of course you don’t have to be 13 to enjoy a Harry Potter flick, or wear a pocket protector to see the merits of the newest Star Trek, but if you’re not a 13-year-old girl you’re unlikely to find a lot to respond to in Hannah Montana: The Movie.
Take Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel which, thanks to “date nights” with my kids I got to sit through three times. Did I particularly enjoy the film on any of those outings? Nah. I paid attention to it and rolled my eyes a lot through the first viewing, dozed off and on through the second, and spent most of the third pondering how many meetings took place discussing the issue of animated animal characters running around with shirts and dresses on and no underpants, and whether the addition of girl chipmunks in minidresses with no panties underneath added any interesting layers to the discussion.
Should the girl chipmunks wear undergarments? But what kind of undergarments? White cotten granny panties? Girly day-of-the-week panties? Hipsters? Thongs? And wouldn’t some feminist writer be likely to get up in arms if the studio decided that girl chipmunks had to wear panties when the boy chipmunks don’t? These are the kinds of things you think about when you’re sitting through a film like Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel for the third time.
I’m also a fairly feminist female critic, and I have practically zero tolerance for most of the “chick flicks” that are made because women of my age, education and income bracket supposedly swoon to see them. How many films do we need to see about the ways in which people fall in love? The ways in which they fall out of love are a million times more interesting. I guess a lot of women do really get into films like The Notebook, Bride Wars, Confessions of a Shopaholic and Dear John, but I am not among their number. Does it make me sexist that I think chick flicks generally suck, or does it merely reflect that if I didn’t like banal rom-coms before, I’m even less inclined to like them or even want to see them at all in my current, in-the-middle-of-divorce, I-never-want-another-relationship-as-long-as-I-live state of mind?
I should pause here to note that I’m not speaking here of all male film critics or bloggers, or even every male-dominated film site; I’m friends with many male critics who could be said to be as feminist as I am, and if they do actually harbor misogynistic notions, they’re at least smart enough to keep the lid on it when chicks are around. But the thing is, what happens on some of the male-dominated sites is these men all get to talking about what they think about these films and there’s this locker-room mentality, and they tend to forget there are women present as well. They talk like they would if they were sitting around a poker table on guys’ night, and misogynistic as the chatter gets sometimes, it’s also kind of fascinating, in a morbid curiosity sort of way, to get a peek at what men (or at least these particular men) really think and say when they think no women are listening. It’s like they let their inner adolescents out to play there, and it’s not always a pretty sight.
I’ve gone back and forth on whether it’s beneficial for women, particularly feminist women, to read and comment on male-dominated sites. At the moment, I’m on the “yes” side of that question, because I really do think it’s helpful for the men who are commenting there to get a female perspective — even the occasional feminist bitchslapping — to remind them it’s not just a boys’ club, and to perhaps give them something to think about.
But I guess I don’t really think there’s such a double-standard among white hetero male film critics, or if there is, I think you could equally make the case that other groups — feminist women, writers for religious publications, gay and lesbian writers, what have you — could all be said to each harbor their own prejudices. There are some femme-oriented film sites out there, for instance, that seem to go out of their way to find sexism in everything; while I think it’s a good thing for women writers to call men on their bullshit when necessary, I’m not particularly in favor of spinning every story in a search of the sexism bullseye.
The real question is … is it a good thing that there are so many perspectives out there to read? Or a bad thing that some of us might find the opinions of others distasteful?
– by Kim Voynar
March 1, 2010