But sometimes, even a mundane mind can’t help but resort to hollow shouts against certain so called commentators of popular culture. What’s more, they show their vanity by stressing on their over-the-top belief system and try to incorporate that system on every wordy essay they decide to ejaculate in the process of their intellectual masturbation. Like for instance, I happened to come across this particular article. And needless to say, the wonderful woman considers herself, and am sure quite proudly, as a feminist. And true to her clan, she also proves to the world, how anal and uptight the community can be.
I don’t know, whether it’s their inherent insecurity or their everlasting desire to connect everything with one single thought process, but when I read something like this in one of the most prestigious publications of the world, I can’t help but snort.
“The director Christopher Nolan features heroes grieving their wives' tragic demise in a good number of his films: Memento, The Prestige and Inception. But he's not alone: Hollywood films contain more dead wives than Bluebeard's basement."I am sure Ms. Gregory had a nice day before writing this. Walking down the wet stony London lanes lazily avoiding a drive to feel the wind slap her face. And then quietly typing the words on her laptop with a smirk on her face thinking that she has successfully done what feminists of the 21st century have been mentally conditioned to do --- Find out any single pin hole of an opportunity where the subject in question, even remotely signifies objectification of the female species.
Imagine a man writes a story about dreams and the prospect of stealing them, of manipulating them, of being a slave to them and trying to create a time line between the complex structures of dream and reality. Where buildings and townships go upside down, where mirrors face each other in an attempt to visually represent the concept of infinity, and then imagine a woman or a man (lest I objectify) sitting through all this, and thinking “why did he make the wife die and show the man growing emotionally”. It takes talent, to reach such levels of myopia.
The problem is, when these people watch anything that gives them the right to analyse or judge, they can’t decide which role they should take. For if they watch a film from the point of a normal viewer, they would start feeling a little run-of-the-mill I guess. “It’s a fantastic film. And so says everybody. But what about feminism?” And it gets ridiculous at such humongous levels that the ridicule ceases to invite a chuckle anymore. For am sure they would watch Kill Bill, which is perhaps the exact opposite situation where a woman is shown struggling through her emotions after the loss (in a way) of her husband, and come up with something like “Oh, Tarentino is trying to use his films to show women as a part of violent fantasia.” And perhaps some of them, who haven’t yet reached the levels of bullshit as the others, would probably ask their children to not watch it because of the violence and gore, while they scratch their heads to find an “insult to feminism” angle to it.
And it’s not like they don’t know what they are doing.
“I don't want to sound like I'm down on any film or filmmaker in particular, just this godawful trope. Inception is an intelligent, thoughtful film that self-reflexively challenges ideas about narrative. But sometimes it seems like enjoying popular culture and being a feminist seem mutually exclusive. I don't want to have to turn my feminism off in the theatre just so I'm not niggled by the fact that….”So it is a switch right? And every time she sits down to watch a movie with her preconceived notion worn loosely on her sleeve, rest assured it’s “turned on.” And then of course she shows off her ability to see both sides and talks of the mutual exclusivity. Well, if it is, then I don’t know what the point of the article is in the first place. And if it is as she says “sometimes” then those “sometimes” come a little too often for comfort.
If anyone thinks that finding such convoluted points in a movie that took ten years of imagination, and hard work that these pseudo idealistic uptight pieces of pop culture analysts can not even dream about, is intelligent writing, then I am happy being a daft prick. For they will sit and read Lord of The Rings or watch Jerry McGuire, and just before they are going to gasp in wonder, they would stop and start objectifying anything and everything because they are that damn passionate about thrusting their so called thought process, just to show the world that they are different.
But then, how would one truly expect them to appreciate something like Inception. After all, it’s about dreams.
