by Doctor Science
Ever make a connection between two ideas, and now you're not sure they're *really* connected, but you can't unconnect them in your brain? And part of you thinks, "brain, you are weird and disturbing, it's just a coincidence, shut up", and another part thinks "but look at how they match! disturbingly!"
And the third part says, Let's post it to the Internet!
As I was compiling Avengers reviews for my last post and its forthcoming sequel, I noticed an article about a movie called Moonrise Kingdom by Wes Anderson. Not having heard of it before, I watched the trailer:
YouTube link
I was expecting stylized, auteur-ish humor plus romance. What was unexpected and disturbing was that the romance is between two 12-year-olds, Sam and Suzy, and that the girl looks like this:
In 1965. While she's on vacation with her family to an island in Maine. Here's how she stands out among the rest of the characters in the poster:
Now, in 1965 at least, that level of eye make-up on a 12-year-old was scandalously inappropriate in any setting other than "practicing putting on mom's makeup in the bathroom or with your giggling friends."[1] Some 12-year-old girls did manage to get out the front door wearing it, but they were definitely *not* doing so to meet 12-year-old boys. No, they were looking for older boys, if not indeed for grown men.
In the poster, Suzy (played by Kara Hayward, who was actually twelve at the time) looks creepily seductive, like a succubus. Or, of course, like Lolita:
By this point I'm starting to get a really creeped-out feeling about Moonrise Kingdom: as though Suzy is supposed to be Lolita and we (the audience) are supposed to like that idea unreservedly. I decide to find some reviews and see that they think. Since Variety did a good job with Avengers, I head over there, to find Peter Debruge saying:
Suzy proves somewhat less practical, packing several hardcover library books, a battery-powered record player and her pet kitten for the adventure.So I guess excessive makeup is supposed to be part of her characterization, but in a way that doesn't make sense if you try to imagine the person inside the character. It seems as though my gut reaction is right, and Moonrise Kingdom is coming from Sam's POV, not Suzy's. In fact, she sounds like a perfect example of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl:Opposite Sam's ugly duckling, Suzy is already a swan: She listens to French pop and paints her eyes a la Sophia Loren, suggesting the type of girl who'd be running with leather-jacket high-school boys in real life, rather than indulging an awkward, nearsighted daydreamer.
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Anderson recently told the New York Times that the girl who inspired Suzy's character was never even aware of his affections, and that explains a lot.
the Manic Pixie Dream Girl exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures.-- though Sam is more "wackily soulful", because this is Wes Anderson. And here's the poster to support it:
"From time to time, she goes berserk". Or manic, even.
So it's just ringing another change on a familiar trope, right? Except it's also doing it by having a 12-year-old character, played by a 12-y.o. actress, act more sexily-mature than she is, without any hint that this is troubling or problematic or anything other than admirable and amusing.
But what really gels my sense of unease and makes the final connection in my brain is looking at the Moonrise Kingdom IMDB page and noticing that it has two writers: Wes Anderson, and Roman Coppola. Who is, yes, named for Roman Polanski.
Yes, that Roman Polanski.
I don't think it's a plot, but I don't think it's coincidence, either. What's between the two is culture: in this case, that part of Hollywood (and the world) that sees all women, even 12-year-old girls, as appropriate fodder for male gaze, desire, and fantasy. But not for our own stories.
[1] Not to mention that pierced ears were also definitely *not done* by Nice 12-y.o. white American girls in 1965, or by their mothers. My mother and I got our ears pierced at the same time, in 1969 when I was 13 -- and it was a bit avant-garde even then.
I got mine pierced in 1969, too. I did it myself with a needle and an icecube. My mother wasn't shocked, but that's because by 1969 so many fundmentals were under attack that a fourteen year old piercing her own ears was not a big deal.
Now, if I had done it three years earlier...
Posted by: Laura Koerbeer | May 23, 2012 at 10:29 AM
It feels as if you are conflating two issues: the sexualization of 12-year old girls, and the fact that the filmmaker got 1965 wrong. The former, it seems to me, is real; the latter is so routine as to be not worth mentioning. As a historian, I take anachronisms in movies for granted - some more annoying than others (even to the point of unwatchability), some merely idiosyncratic. But hardly noteworthy.
Would you feel happier if Wes Anderson had set this in 1975 rather than 1965? I honestly can't tell.
Posted by: dr ngo | May 23, 2012 at 12:39 PM
I find the 1962 Lolita still to be far more disturbing an image than any of the images from Moonrise Kingdom (not that that negates anything about the underlying concepts). But, just as far as the imagery is concerned, Suzy just looks like a girl with some makeup on. Lolita looks like a hybrid of a sexually mature, attractive woman and a pre-(or barely )pubescent girl, and more succubus-like than Suzy. (I imagine large bat-like wings unfolding behind Lolita as she bares her fangs, once she has disarmed her prey with her hypnotic gaze. Suzy looks more like she's planning on peeing in the punchbowl, just to get back those idiots - whoever they may be.)
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | May 23, 2012 at 02:22 PM
I have no problem with associating Suzy with Lolita if we accept that Sam, like Humbert, is an unreliable narrator.
Lolita is disturbing and it should be. 'Lolita' only exists in Humbert's construction and Dolores Haze is totally overwritten by Humbert's self-serving narrative. Far too few readers twig to this.
Posted by: nous | May 23, 2012 at 02:40 PM
Most of the time I can manage to suspend my disbelief for the sake of the story. This is not one of those times.
Posted by: thebewilderness | May 23, 2012 at 04:25 PM
OT: nous, I saw Meshuggah this past Friday at the TLA in Philly. I think I left my body a couple of times. They're special.
Posted by: hairshirthedonist | May 23, 2012 at 04:51 PM
Awesome, hsh. We skipped them this go-around but were thoroughly impressed with them on the Obzen tour (with Cynic!).
Do not know how they keep it together live, but they are a tight unit and they make it easy for us to do our part. Just nod along with the hi-hat and ignore the kick.
Astral projection optional.
Posted by: nous | May 23, 2012 at 06:20 PM
From your last paragraph, you seem to be suggesting that at the heart of this is a culture that objectifies all women, such that any woman, no matter what age, is fair game and Wes Anderson is a example of that culture and perhaps, we should think twice before watching his or others movies. Is that a fair restatement?
If it is, I think the logic is a bit problematic. I'm thinking of Anderson's previous movie, The Royal Tennebaums, where the modern trappings of success and the indications of being elite are concentrated in one family, so that is taken to absurdist lengths. If you accept that is a part of Anderson's artistic core, it is kind of difficult to ask him to take something that we are virtually swimming in (the sexualization of women) and 'tone it down'. In fact, anyone who wants to have some sort of artistic fictional take can either ignore something that is around us all the time (opening themselves up to the charge that they are trivializing it) or heighten the contradictions, as it were, and then open themselves up to the charge that they are supporting it.
I've seen both Rushmore and the RTs because a student did their graduation thesis about Bill Murray (fortunately, just before Garfield) and one of the main themes of the two movies is unrequited love (Hackman's character chasing after his estranged wife and the efforts of Jason Schwartzman to help Bill Murray's character find love) From your description of the new movie, it sounds like that is the theme in spades. In addition, Anderson was flirting with the notion of an unreliable narrator by presenting these absurdist takes with a documentary approach. All these things seem to argue that taking our anger out on Wes Anderson about the way things are is a bit unfair.
The artist in modern society has the role of the court jester for the king, making sly jibes to keep him and everyone else laughing, but using his role to deliver some criticism. As such, simply ignoring the problem is not really an option. Unless Anderson wants to start presenting bromance movies with no female characters in sight.
Posted by: liberal japonicus | May 23, 2012 at 06:37 PM
Randomly focusing on the title and not the content: I once prepped a talk entitled "Why Does 2+2=4?" It was at least two hours long, so it's probably good that the official speaker managed to make it and spared everyone my musings on mathematical logic.
Damn good talk, though, if I say so myself :)
Posted by: Anarch | May 24, 2012 at 10:09 PM
Why Does 2+2=4, Anarch?
Because I'm Your Daddy and I Say It Does!
Now go back to bed.
Posted by: dr ngo | May 25, 2012 at 12:50 AM