***REVIEW RATING : NC-17 (18 IN BRITAIN) for scenes of extreme violence , constant sexual references and an insulting and high-handed tone of voice***
The debate about female equality here in the west has got tired and stale, everybody knows all the arguments, and it bogs down into long-winded stuff about the need for more child care provision and glass ceilings and gender pay gaps and having-it-all discussions (you can have it all, no you can’t, you can if you re-introduce the concept of domestic servants – ah, yes, then you can! – but see how the domestic servants are all low paid women… aw heck…). The economic arguments are still all there – how many publicly quoted companies have women CEOs? – Well, if you really wanna know, 12 of the Fortune 500 companies. That figure rockets up to 25 out of the Fortune 1000 companies.
So that’s on one level. A whole category of argument, and that goes on and on and on.
But there’s a whole other level.
There’s an amazing throbbing gushing onrushing river of misogyny which flows on unabated throughout this planet of nine billions humans. A quick riffle through any recent newspaper will get you trafficking of females, female genital mutilation, stoning of women, etc. But I never watch the news, it’s boring. Let’s watch a movie instead. Crack open a tube of liquid gold, and settle back. I’ve been shopping on the internet and I found some movies which look pretty interesting.
So, in no particular order, I got IRREVERSIBLE (2002) – let me read out what this review says…
It was also noted for its excruciatingly-long, almost-unbearable, nine-minute real-time beating and anal-rape sequence - shot with a static camera - of Alex (Monica Bellucci) in a deserted Parisian underpass tunnel lit by a reddish glow, by a stranger
What’s that? You don’t wanna see that one? Oh, okay. What about ICHI THE KILLER (2001)… er, it says “A wild parade of murder, mutilation and sexual violence. The BBFC were unamused, demanding 3 minutes and 15 seconds of cuts before granting it an "18" in 2002, the most cuts to an 18 rated movie since 1994. The Board took umbrage with what they called "erotically explicit violence" which "could have a harmful effect on certain viewers". They stated that the violence against women "seemed to have no function other than the pleasure of the onlooker."
Hmmm, no good? Okay… what about The Human Centipede (2009).. here’s the review…
In his horrific midnight movie, two American girls Lindsay (Ashley C. Williams) and Jenny (Ashlynn Yennie) traveling in Europe on a road trip experienced a flat tire at night in the rain, and came into contact with demented retired Nazi-Germany surgeon Dr. Heiter (Dieter Laser) at his luxurious modern villa. After drugging the drinks of the two girls, and tying them up on hospital beds in his basement operating room….
No? Man alive, you’re hard to please. Okay, well, here’s another French movie, you usually like those..Inside (2007)… the review says
À l'intérieur is written and co-directed by Alexandre Bustillo offers only a few minutes of introduction before launching into a melee of intense violence and gore. It tells the story of a pregnant woman whose husband has recently died in a car accident. On Christmas Eve, a she prepares to go the hospital to give birth, a strange woman appears at her home and attempts to take her unborn child. Throughout the night, the stranger violently terrorizes the pregnant mother…
No ? Then I suppose "Tumbling Doll of Flesh" (1998) by Tamakichi Anaru is gonna be right out. Shame, this one sounds really good. Listen :
a Japanese shocker about three thugs who sexually abuse,torture and dismember a young woman whilst filming their horrible actions. Typically twisted Japanese porno sickie that offers plenty of sadistic sexual violence and grisly gore.There is no plot to speak of,just plenty of hard core sex scenes and lots of blood.The special effects are quite impressive-the dismemberment of Japanese porn actress is shown in unflinching detail
Okay, I could go on. But what do you make of this quote from a movie fan site?
I had some pretty high hopes for Philosophy of a Knife (Andrey Iskanov, 2008). Like, really, really high. When I chose it for review, I was assured it was “fucking brutal.” Of course. How could it not be? The DVD case cover alone depicts the image of a naked, disemboweled, curiously nipple-less woman bound and gagged with nothing but barbed wire as the shadow of a scalpel-wielding surgeon looms ominously. The back of the case proclaims the film as “truly one of the most violent, brutal, and harrowing movies ever made.” It sounded like it was right down my alley. IMDB user reviews said – nay, promised – I would walk away feeling violated from the sheer level of gory blasphemy.
I like gore. I love gore. And torture. And the vicious, inappropriate use of vintage medical implements. This film seemed to have it all! Philosophy appeared to have all the makings of a truly brutal film-watching experience.
Sounds like he was really disappointed that the film didn’t live up to the hype. This other fanboy sounds happier:
Folks, trust me, Andrey Iskanov does torture, mutilation, rape and dismemberment like nobody in the genre. It’s truly a work of absolute beauty and psychotic inspiration; not unlike a Picasso painted in blood and feces
We turn our sickened eyes away from such stuff – actually, we probably don’t ever get to hear about them in the first place, who’s going to announce in the office that they saw Tumbling Doll of Flesh last night, you wanna borrow it? Nobody. I think this stuff must be bought and watched in secret.
So, let us consign the movies, where modern directors like to make movies like Irreversible and call them transgressive or essential or some such euphemism, to a special circle of hell, and retire to the library and the bookshop. Ahh, that’s better,
I see on my shelf the famous novel 2666 by Roberto Bolano. I’d like to read it , I’m fascinated, everyone says it’s great stuff, but what’s this goodreads review saying?
In the fourth part of 2666, “The Part About the Crimes,” Bolaño chronicles these deaths of females in horrific and exacting detail. Spanning nearly three hundred pages, this may be some of the most haunting, harrowing writing in modern literature, as Bolaño’s descriptions of murder, rape, and mutilation are all the more unsparing in their effect per the clinical, detached tone he employs. “No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them,” a character asserts. Incomprehensible in their brutality, it seems even Bolaño was at a loss to make sense of the (still) ongoing “feminicidios.” Later in part four, “…the inspector told him he shouldn’t try to find a logical explanation for the crimes. It’s fucked up, that’s the only explanation.”
I’m thinking – do I need this? I’ve already had the American Psycho experience, I don’t need an update. Hnh!
2666 and American Psycho are the Irreversible and Funny Games and Dogville of books. The violence against women is tricked out as art. Hey, don’t come after me with that nail gun, it might even BE art. Look at my forehead – does it say Art Professor? No, it don’t.
But underneath those books, those high profile big name books, far below, swirling and burbling around, is stuff like The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum, The Seven Days of Peter Crumb by Jonny Glynn, and the slim volume of which this vomitous diatribe is ostensibly a review, Spare Key.
In which a cute guy in his 20s has been in the psycho ward for slaughtering ten women but is then released because his doctor is experimenting on a new drug. (Keep taking the tablets, Ben! But guess what, he doesn’t. That’s a surprise.)
Like that would ever happen in ten trillion years. I mean, psychotics have indeed been released and killed again, that always makes the paper, but they weren’t inside for killing ten women. Those guys are not released. Ever. But R Frederick Hamilton, our first time author, doesn’t care about that because he wants to get to the gore . So Ben’s revenge fantasies against his mother begin to surface & take over. Why his mother? Well, it’s the usual sad story. His mother liked to do all this nasty sex and violence to him when he was just a little lad. I’ll spare you the details. But anyway, our serial killer was the real victim here, wasn’t he. It was a bad woman what done it. The brutalised son is fated to revenge himself repeatedly against his mother through his female victims. And Ben’s detailed daydreams of the happy slice, dice, meathook and Bateman-stylee soft part-meets-power-tool sessions – that’s the stuff our author really wants to write about. You get pages of that. You get your money’s worth.
Why did I read this? Because folks are inclined to say that you shouldn’t judge something until you’ve experienced it yourself I guess. Although I have no intention of checking out Tumbling Doll of Flesh any time soon.
Well, perhaps this river of misogynistic shit which floweth and floodeth everywhere one looks is the price we all pay for freedom of expression. Don’t wanna go back to the fifties, do we? No sir.
Moreover, finding myself tut-tutting at the moral depravity and swirling filth of these books and movies makes me sound like all the people I don’t want to be.
What do we want?
CENSORSHIP OF MISOGYNY!!
When do we want it?
ER, WE’LL GET BACK TO YOU ON THAT!!
This is my dilemma. One of them, anyway. Nick Lowe once asked in song:
What’s so funny about peace, love and understanding?
and now I ask:
What’s so funny about suggesting that men stop writing novels where a man chops up and sexually tortures a bunch of women?
and
What’s so funny about suggesting that men stop making movies where a man chops up and sexually tortures a bunch of women?
In fact there’s nothing at all funny about that.