I had about half a post written about my sometime contentious relationship with veganism (I am vegan), PETA, food justice, and a whole mess of other stuff, but then Renee had to go make an excellent post about the frequent failings of PETA and too many other animal rights orgs and activists in recognizing the history of dehumanization of people of color. The comments are still going strong, and I should probably wade through them before throwing my hat in the ring of related ish.
So instead I will finish up this post about my special feelings towards Violent Movies. Specifically, GORY movies. I love them. Sometimes.
There’s a lot of talk these days on my corners of teh interwebz about Inglourious Basterds, Quentin Tarentino’s latest, an ahistorical revenge fantasy filled with Jews gorily killing Nazis. Quentin Tarantino is not Jewish, so far as I know, nor is the fictional head of the Nazi-vanquishing title outfit played by Brad Pitt. Brad Pitt is supposed to be part American Indian, however, which is why he and his Basterds like to scalp Nazis. This all rings a little…problematic to me. I’m also not here to defend the film (which I haven’t seen) or QT’s oeuvre, which is also problematic, to say the least. I am just here to discuss the fact that I find the idea of Eli Roth beating the bloody hell out of a Nazi with a baseball bat to be rather appealing. I’m planning to go see the thing–get a large popcorn and soda and (hopefully) enjoy the hell outta some air conditioning for a few hours. Setting Nazis on fire? Sounds good to me. As my internet friend Sabotabby wrote:
It’s a movie that has Brad Pitt killing a bunch of Nazis in brutal and historically improbable ways. Either you read that and go “DUDE, AWESOME” or you don’t. I think you know by now which camp I fall into.
I got into a brief discussion about “torture porn” with another internet friend earlier today, prompted by a discussion of said film. He said that it was “torture porn” and thus vile. He thought torture, and thus “torture porn”, was inexcusable. I think that torture is inexcusable. “Torture porn” is a made-up nongenre that links together often very disperit films based upon the vague idea that they eroticize or sensationalize or just depict graphic acts of torture (or other gory violence) for the audiences viewing pleasure. Everything from Hostel to Saw III (et al) to Funny Games has been widely referred to as “torture porn”, despite their widely varying intents and treatments of violence.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Back to my defense of Inglourious Basterds against charges of evilness by virtue of being “torture porn”.
Revenge fantasies that involve oppressed people torturing their oppressors are all fine and well, So far as I’m concerned. They can be cathartic, they can be healing, they can be a lot of fun (at least for those of us who can distinguish between fantasy entertainment and reality, which hopefully those of us who are grown-ups can.) Even besides the oppressed/oppressor context—fictional graphic violence can be can be cathartic and otherwise enjoyable for a variety of people for a variety of reasons. I don’t think I’m so special a snowflake that my love of gore is wacky and subversive whereas all those other (probably dude) people are just sick. Fuck that.
I hope that most of us at Feministe are in a s/m sexually fantasies are not bad (0r good) in and of themselves. Violent movies of the thrill-ride/cathartic horror variety are a similar thing. If I hadn’t loaned my copy of Men Women and Chainsaws out and never gotten it back, I could look up some pertinent quotes. One thing I know from doing phone sex and talking to countless cis straight-identified men watching (non-torture) porn is that the subject of identification in a given text (or film) may not be the one the author(director) intended or that a critic might expect. We know what they say about making assumptions, don’t we? So I won’t judge anyone for liking “torture porn” or any other maligned violent genre in and of itself.
People across a lot of different demographics like violent movies. Not just teenage boys, or grown men who think like the stupider of them as marketers have historically led us to believe. I’ve been fascinated by gore ever since I used to sneak peeks at the boxes in the horror section of the video store when I was a little kid. I’d have nightmares. I wondered what could possibly happen in these terrifying, anything goes, sometimes X-Rated (Wizard of Gore!) monstrosities. When I was older and actually started watching “real”, adult, horror I was sorely disappointed in how…crappy and boring most of it is. But I do enjoy a good, creative bloodbath, and I don’t think the art of depicting (fictional) violence is anything to sneeze at.
So, It annoys me time and time again to read stuff like the following, from Entertainment Weekly’s cover story on the Watchmen movie:
Snyder hopes the female fans he gained from 300 (and Gerard Butler’s abs) will watch Watchmen, too, though it’s hard to imagine that they’ll be buzzing about this film in the same way. ”I think its human themes appeal to all,” says Malin Akerman, whose character Silk Spectre is a knowing commentary on the obligatory superteam-sexpot heroine. ”But I do think men will have a much easier time swallowing all the violence.”
Hi. I’m a woman. I want more violence, pls, and I don’t give a fuck about Gerald Butler or his abs.
I was thrilled a couple months later when my friends at Entertainment Weekly (I‘ve been a subscriber for, like, over a decade. They’re my friends.) ran an article about how OMG, we were all wrong! the horror movie audience is generally actually slightly more female than male (just like the population overall is slightly more female than male, but lets not push things!) Of course the article had to posit theories as to why this bizarre fact could be. Including that it (wait for it) gives them an excuse to cuddle with their boyfriends. I’m fucking barfing right now, No, I am, really. I just did it again. Also, can we just note that it’s a cliché as old as cinema itself that dudes like scary movies cuz they give them a chance to squeeze the hand of their ladydates. But these are DIFFERENT, GENDERED grabby motivations, cuz dudes are just cuddling cuz they wanna score.
In any event, I’m excited for the main subject of the above-mentioned EW article, Diablo Cody’s Jennifer’s Body. It is supposedly gory, it’s both written and directed by women (a rarity in mainstream of the genre, or in Hollywood at all,) and it’s named after my favorite song on Hole’s classic Live Through This album. So: I’m going. I have this almost charitable project going of trying to make one-sided peace with Diablo Cody, who wrote the thing. I want to support women in the film industry, I especially want to support current/former sex workers in the film industry who have written popular books, especially since one day I would like to be them. I want to be able to forgive her for subtitling her memoir Candy Girl “A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper”–implication being that all those uneducated trashy stereotypes are “likely”. Unlike a witty blogstress such as herself who seems in interviews to have been more engaged with her work as an anthropology project than as a job. I hope that all those reader reviews I’ve seen on Amazon about how patronizing she is when discussing her coworkers, how above other sex workers she posits herself as being are inaccurate…because while I thought Juno was extremely overrated, I would love to have this movie actually be good! I wanna get behind the ex-stripper with the Oscar! I’m not hating!
But I am digressing.
I know I’m not the only one here who appreciates some splatter. Why do we like it? Why do you like it? And even more interesting, why do some people find it upsetting that we do?