Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Suzy V. and I went to see the movie HARD CANDY late Monday. I'd been wary of this film, a cloistered revenge fantasy of the kind that pops up every five years or so. I was right to be. The visuals were just fine, bright hues intermixed with warm tones--often bright candy colored--and the actors well cast. But, this fucking film is gratuitously brutal, and for a film that appears to wants the audience to be inescapably confronted with the genuine costs--the horrors--of pedophilia, it's the most misogynist piece of trash I've seen in a long, long time. The brilliant, angry, psychotic teenage girl who revenges herself on a randomly chosen man guilty of 'mild' pedophilia (is there such a thing?) is nothing but a cipher as a character, a stereotypical 'angry dyke,' which utterly undermines any new, wholesome view of the real cost of pedophilia, with which the audience might otherwise leave the theater. I found the torture scene unbearable, but sat through it, hoping for redemption. At the start of the inevitable follow-up violence that transpires after that scene, I bolted from the theater, taking Suzy with me. I couldn't stomach any more. Though, admittedly, having spent the weekend acting in a film which dug up deep emotion from me, I wasn't in a mood to stomach much more than typical summer action fare, a mood I should have heeded.