Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
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The endless alienation of media.

I love the SyFy Channel Saturday night movies. The goofy effects, the giant monsters, the sometimes wooden acting, it's all a delicious cheese sandwich to help me relax into the one night of the week where I don't feel rushed to accomplish ALL THE THINGS before I go to bed. I try to judge them by what they are, and not by what I want them to be: silly, shitty movies that accomplish what they set out to accomplish, no more, and no less. Sometimes they're even pretty good.

This past week, the Saturday night movie was The End of the World. It was about a group of geeks who owned/worked at a video store specializing in disaster movies, the judgmental SO of the geek who actually owned the store, the faintly evil cousin of the geek who actually owned the store, the disapproving parent of one of the geeks who worked at the store, the disaster guru idol of all the geeks, and a bunch of extras. The extras fell into three categories: evil looters who wanted to take stuff from our heroic geeks, assholes at the mental hospital where the disaster guru had been committed, and people at the military base.

Now. Looking only at what I've written above, how many of these characters were female? If you guessed "judgmental SO" and "disapproving parent," then ding ding ding! We have a winner!

None of the geeks were women. The SO even knowing what the Death Star was called was treated as a virtual miracle, and something so hot as to make the alpha geek temporarily forget about saving the planet, because she was speaking Forbidden Knowledge, yo. She was saying things that implied girls could be geeks too, and man, that was so impossible it was like she was demonstrating super powers! The mother figure was literally introduced calling one of the secondary geeks at work and asking him how the job search was going, because it was time for him to get a real job, in the real world, amirite girls? (The SO had a similar speech.) That's how we should interact with geeks! We should drag them kicking and screaming into respectability, because no one can ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever be happy and fulfilled just being a professional fan of things. And women can't even start being fans of things. It's not allowed.

None of the extras were female. None of the secondary characters, apart from the two listed above, were female. One of the female characters was there to nag and be a burden; the other was there to be a prize and to be enlightened about how Geek Things = Man Things and Man Things = Awesome.

And here's the thing. None of these characters—not a single fucking one—had such a gendered role that their character could not have been played by a member of the opposite sex. Testosterone did not unlock the key to saving the world. Estrogen did not cause the cataclysm. You could have literally flipped a fucking coin for every single role, and cast accordingly. "Whoops, female lead, male antagonist, female love interest..." Better yet, make it a d10, and if you roll a ten, roll again for assigned birth gender, and then go from there. "Female lead, male antagonist, ftm love interest..." It would have been the same damn movie.

But they didn't do that. They went with boys and boys and boys, and an exclusionist narrative that had me saying sadly "I like disaster movies. I exist, too."

I wound up stopping the movie halfway through because the lack of female voices had become so alienating to me that I needed to wait a while before I came back and finished watching. It was an okay movie. I won't be watching it again. There's no one for me there.

Men can identify with women, and should. Women can identify with men, and should. But there's a big difference between saying "Seanan, you should have been able to identify with the struggles of the protagonist, regardless of gender," and saying "Seanan, you should have been able to accept a world that cast your gender into the role of harpy and martinet, and not felt objectified or rejected by this setting." I did identify with Owen. I did care about his story.

It was everything around him that lost me. And honestly, I'm still lost, and I've been lost too many times.

Sometimes it would be nice to be found.
Tags: contemplation, horror movies, media addict, so the marilyn, too much tv
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Ohhhh yay, my favorite soapbox to stand on and I get to share it with you Seanan!

As a consumer of movies (the bigger and noisier, the more explosions and space farers the better), and as a mom of at least one girl whose taste mirrors my own (at least in that respect - she is a person of her own strong opinions at 12), I am continually appalled by what we see on the big (and small) screens as far as gender modeling goes. </p>

Gender neutral casting? I call bullsh*t. Sure and all Katie and I can identify with some of the motivations of a male character, but when they're all - with the possible exception of one guys (Joss Whedon are you listening out there?), it's not really that neutral, now is it? Really ... ?

From the last few years worth of big budget action movies, Katie and I learned women could be: cold hearted schemers, whores, and secretaries (Bond); sex objects and support personnel (Star Trek); obscure and largely incomprehensible (Hobbit); and one of about six other male superheroes (Avengers).

It's appalling and I'm surprised Hollywood's women of power haven't stood up to demand change.

Once upon a time the movies' main audience may have been largely young white males but that was 50+ years ago. That was before Lucas handed Fisher a toy gun a said "Go get 'em." And Ridley Scott (oh I worship thee Sigourney Weaver). Also Michael Rymer. And (for fans of potboiler tv shows) Shondra Rimes.

So there's clearly a start, some progress. But like the civil rights activists learned, you can never stop pushing, because the first time we turn our backs, like Sisyphus' rock, our progress begins to fall backwards.

And that, I think, is how directors like Kathryn Bigelow, and writers like Joss Whedon (when he's paying attention) are going to make a difference: not just by making great movies, but more importantly by making them with gender parity (girls can be effective heroes and villains both, thanks) not so much an excuse for a party, but the norm for us - and our daughters - to expect.

Word.