Just got back from the Festival International Nouveau Cinéma Nouveaux Médias Montréal.

Saw Stormy Weather, a lovely story about mental illness and comparing Belgian and Icelandic ways of coping. The Belgian psychiatrist wants her patient to stay with her, in Belgium, where she can live forever in a well-funded hospital with lots of pleasant, well-spoken, polite and slightly dysfunctional patients and be tended to by trained professionals who restrain her kindly and reluctantly when necessary, addressing her as Madame when they regretfully have to sedate her. The patient’s husband loves her and wants her to live at home with him in Iceland where there is no psychiatrist and no treatment. He’s a little dingy himself and would totally lose it if his wife were taken away from him and institutionalised. (This is a terrible movie about psychiatry, by the way. In real life it’s not nearly so either/or. Hospitals are largely for keeping mentally ill people safe, or for evaluating them (both short-term propositions), or for offering outpatient care (a longer-term proposition). There is absolutely no reason a mentally ill person like the woman in this movie couldn’t be evaluated in Reykjavik and sent home to her family and GP with some prescriptions. And no, psychiatrists do not work by selecting a single patient out of the hospital or treat them by taking them shopping and on extended field trips. If a patient is well enough to handle going into a store without freaking out they probably don’t need to be hospitalised. Also, in this fantasy Belgian hospital mental patients were allowed to stay in bed as long as they wanted to. Not in any psychiatric ward I’ve ever known!)

But, whatever, yes it’s a terrible movie about psychiatry but still a lovely movie about mental illness, and coping, or not; and about the burden of trying to act as if everything were okay when it isn’t. Highly recommended. Even if you have no interest in mental illness, the Icelandic scenery is beautiful. (Plus it meets the Alison Bechdel lesbian criteria.)

A little while ago I mentioned Matchstick Men in the context of a theme of older men paired with much younger women that had become rather tedious. Well, Matchstick Men starts out as a totally refreshing movie about mental illness. I was thrilled to see Nick Cage up there on screen representing me: visibly unhinged, dependent on meds, and getting by. Even getting by rather well. Then the dénoument ruins everything. Go ahead and see it anyway: it’s rather more likely to be playing in a theatre near you than Stormy Weather is.

Does anyone have any suggestions for movies about mental illness? Or psychiatry? I don’t want a movie where mentally ill people are simply mildly eccentric and flourish when someone is nice to them. Someone who flourishes is not ill.

I never saw Girl, Interrupted. How was that?

[originally transmitted by e-mail October 14, 2003]

I got feedback and help here too, though not as abundantly as for laundry.

My favourite suggestion for breaking the monotony was Irréversible, a movie I actually saw when it came out last year. It’s notorious for its brutal, nine-minute rape/murder scene. Mark had warned me in advance so I kept my eyes closed for that bit, but the soundtrack was pretty gruesome all by itself. Overall what I noticed about the movie was its sophomoric frat-boy obsession with anal sex, and its mysterious (to me) equation of anal sex with sadism. The person who embodied evil was nicknamed La Tenia (tapeworm); he was a gay man who hung out in a gay bath house called Le Rectum; he was a top (sexually dominant in anal sex); which meant, quite naturally in the world of the film, that he was essentially a sadistic rapist; and his essential identity as a sadistic rapist meant that he was a danger to all women everywhere.

Yes, this is a different view of sexual relations than the one shown in Lost in Translation. But, um, not the kind of different I was really looking for.

Other suggestions, more on track:

-The general one to carefully research movies before going to see them. Not really my style. I’m not looking to be protected from bad movie-going experiences, and I like surprises.

Underworld
-Features a woman in the lead, but from what I can tell there aren’t any others.

Bend It Like Beckham
- Features women and girls in all sorts of interesting relationships. Lots of gorgeous shots of girls practicing on the field. Highly recommended: yes, there is an unfortunate love triangle featuring a man, but it doesn’t dominate the film.

Bound
- Two women, unambiguously lovers. Fun to watch, lots of people really like it, but I found it just a teensy bit dull.

Prey for Rock and Roll
- A bisexual rock musician in the lead trying to figure out what life in rock means for her at age forty. A tryst with another woman. Don’t know anyone who’s seen it, but will definitely be giving it a whirl. Thanks for the tip!

White Oleander
- Six women, five of whom stand in parental or quasi-parental relationships to the sixth, so it scores high on the Alison Bechdel rating scale. But the closer the relationship the mothers have with the daughter, the more they fail her. Motherly love is inherently flawed and poisonous and covetous and may not even exist. The three most motherly women are insanely jealous - either sexual jealousy, seeing competition with the man in their lives, or jealousy of other mothers. Our little heroine finally finds herself when her mother lets her go to pursue her future coupled to a safe and bland young man. Gag.

Please keep the tips coming!

[originally transmitted by e-mail October 3, 2003]

The last three movies I’ve seen (Lost in Translation, The Good Thief, Matchstick Men) all featured middle-aged-to-old men in intimate relationships with women much, much younger. None of the relationships included orgasms. Two of the three movies included “try it, you’ll like it” advice on parenting from experienced men.

While this is an interesting twist on the theme of the affair with the younger woman, it leaves me unsatisfied.

The only movie I’ve seen out of the last ten or twenty or so that met Alison Bechdel’s basic lesbian criteria…

1) The movie features at least two women
2) Who talk to each other
3) About something besides a man

… was The Core, where the two female characters (a pilot and an air traffic controller) have a two-second exchange about landing a plane.

If that’s all it took to constitute basic gay criteria for a movie (that it contain at least two male characters - who talk to each other - about something besides a woman) then all the movies I watch would be high camp.

Any suggestions for relieving the monotony?

[originally transmitted by e-mail September 28, 2003]

Alison Cummins wrote fretfully:
>
>So my question is: what does it mean to Barbara to be
>having sex when birth control is not an option and
>children are not part of the immediate plan?

I knew I could count on my list! Definitive answers from the crones (much shorter and more to the point than the question):

1) You’re confusing fiction with reality. You were watching a movie made by a man, in whose view pregnancy was an irrelevant distraction from the important, essential questions of love and identity. So he just ignored it and it never came up in the movie. Besides, it was the man’s job to get the condoms.

2) Barbara was just doing what unsupervised teenaged girls can pretty much be relied on to do in any culture at any time: run off to have sex with somebody unsuitable. There was no grand theory behind her behaviour. She was horny, pregnancy was something she hoped wouldn’t happen to her, and she may have been hoping that some variation of Vatican Roulette would get her by. Besides, it was the man’s job to get the condoms.

3) Sure, condoms were illegal in Canada in 1963 and people were being busted for possession. Pot’s illegal in 2003 and people are being busted for possession. Your point being? … Besides, it was the man’s job to get them.

[originally transmitted by e-mail April 13, 2003]

Anne and I have just been to a very sweet documentary-style fictional film set and made in 1964 (first in a series of films relating to the lecture we attended last week on themes of identity in Québécois cinema).

Ok, now the two central characters are the enchanting Barbara (18, anglophone and jewish) and her doleful, broody, critical, self-centred boyfriend Claude (20, francophone and pure-laine). They are beats or hipsters, I guess: they and their friends are either unemployed, in theatre or in journalism, they listen to jazz, they smoke a lot and wear black. Anyway, they can’t be hippies because the word was only invented in 1965. They talk earnestly about the bourgeoisie and the Revolution. Barbara’s mother isn’t thrilled about her sleeping with Claude but doesn’t appear to believe there’s anything to do about it.

1) In 1964 the Pill exists but is very new and is illegal in Canada. Condoms and diaphragms are not new but are also illegal. Abortion is very illegal.

Birth control history timeline (west/US):
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/pill/timeline/index.html

Birth control history timeline (Canada):
http://www.cbctrust.com/birth.html

Deduction: Barbara probably isn’t on the Pill. She probably doesn’t have a diaphragm or jelly either, and she certainly can’t walk into a drugstore and buy condoms.

2) Barbara lives with her parents in a nice part of town, and she’s a student. Having children right now would presumably be a problem for her. She isn’t living on a commune with a lot of trippy naked people happily imagining the revolution that will happen when her free children take over the world. (That won’t be a popular option for a few more years, anyway.)

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So my question is: what does it mean to Barbara to be having sex when birth control is not an option and children are not part of the immediate plan?

I seem to remember from my British feminist history a lot of grousing by women revolutionaries who put lots of time into marxist studies and who only years later figured out that the free love, marriage-is-a-prison revolutionary philosophy affected them differently from their male comrades. (Consciousness-raising - “the personal is political” - was invented in 1968, but that was around the time that reliable birth control became generally legal and available anyway. A little late.) But I’m afraid that at the time I was investigating feminist history I didn’t have a lot of attention or concern to spare for women feeble-minded enough to be straight.

Am I to understand that Barbara has rejected the bourgeois values of proper deportment without thinking about what that will mean for her? I’m all for Barbara taking control of her own sexuality, but I suspect she hasn’t.

I’m not worried about Barbara in particular. She’s (at least partially) a fictional character. But modern free love has been around and promoted by women since Mary Wollstonecraft (she wrote A Vindication of the Rights of Women in 1791), long before the availability of reliable birth control. Mary Wollstonecraft thought that women should have the means to earn their own livings; Barbara doesn’t appear to have many thoughts at all beyond wanting to be free and loved.

Is that what happened? Women just didn’t think? Is my fretting about birth control simply an artifact of my having grown up with it, rather like I grew up with access to education? If it wasn’t around to want, did people just not think of their actions in those terms?

Or do I have this all wrong, and the black market in birth control was thriving nicely, thank you very much?

Or was it a kind of fatalism, that birth wasn’t something you could control so you didn’t think about trying. And rather than confine oneself to one’s parents’ parlour, one would run out and embrace life, embrace the future whatever it held?

(Note that in these questions I have left Claude out completely. He is so self-centred that it probably doesn’t occur to him that Barbara might get pregnant. If she did he would think it was something she did on purpose to bother him. He certainly wouldn’t marry her. At least I hope he wouldn’t: then she’d have both of them to look after…)

[originally transmitted by e-mail April 9, 2003]