I was so disappointed by this book; I enjoyed reading this book. Leaving aside the fact that the cover has a TV on it when it’s a book about female desire and the movies (why a TV? Why not a cinema screen or a VCR? And it’s an old fashioned TV, so don’t come at me with “streaming is how we watch movies now”, anyway I digress) the essays are far less to do with cinema and desire and more to do with desire, prompted by the cinema.
I guess I was expecting more technical, analytical essays, stuff like: I find this character attractive - why? Is it because I’m told to by society and how does the film continue this? Is it how the character is written? Filmed? Is there a difference when films are written/produced/directed by women/queer people vs those films directed by old white men? Is it the actor themselves and the elements of their personality that they bring to the role? What happens when “desired” actors age, or play roles that are seen as unattractive or undesirable?
Maybe a handful of these essays covered these topics to some extent. Most were very personal responses to a moment of desire felt by watching a film. While these were interesting, they weren’t really what I expected and honestly didn’t seem particularly enmeshed with a love for film (again, with a couple of exceptions) or an analysis of why - why this character, why this film, why this moment? Just a summary of the scene or outfit or a projection of how they felt the character felt.
Once I got my head around the fact it really wasn’t what I thought it was going to be, I did enjoy it. There’s some heartfelt writing here; some lovely emotional revelations and epiphanies.
However, the essays were very repetitive in structure: “I feel different; I see something on film which feels right; I pursue this later in my life but won’t mention film much again; I achieve a level of acceptance of myself/happiness; thanks film!” This is only the fault of the editors or those who commissioned so many similar writers, but could have been avoided if a few more objective/academic/technical essays had been included with the mix.
The diversity of writers and their talents is to be applauded, the end product, not so much. With the exception of the last few essays in the book, the next time I want content on female desire and film, I’ll listen to Thirst Aid Kit (again).