Monday, January 12, 2015

The Passive, Female Protagonist

It seems that from Snow White to Twilight, filmmakers remain afraid to produce a single, female protagonist less passive than Oliver Twist.
Snow White spends her days in wait for “her prince to come.” When she discovers that the queen plans to kill her (evil, female characters can make their own choices . . . think about it), Snow White merely flees--and only at a man's command.
Deer rescue her while she cries helplessly in the woods. I’ll repeat that. Deer rescue her.
They take her to a cottage owned by some dwarves, where she cooks and cleans for them because . . . what else would she do? Get revenge on an evil queen and reclaim her rightful kingdom?
Bella, that girl from the Twilight series? I met fish sticks with more gumption than her. She can perform not even the least significant act, despite her role as her story’s protagonist.
Bella’s goal? To serve as a the perfect girlfriend for a super-powered vampire (male, lest you wonder).
Filmmakers seem to believe that female audiences want to experience vicarious helplessness and rescue. I want to disbelief those filmmakers.
The novel and upcoming movie Fifty Shades of Gray features a female protagonist who exists only to confirm the attractiveness of a “powerful,” male character who ties her up, whips her, and takes her sexually (the politest way I can state that).
The female characters, to include the protagonist “Baby Doll,” in Sucker Punch, perform many heroic feats—in Baby Doll’s imagination. In “real life” her ability to dance in a sexy outfit proves her only ability.
Perhaps most ridiculous: the movie Showgirls, which features a female protagonist and her goal to dance naked for rich men.
I hold nothing against the idea of an attractive woman in a skimpy outfit. My Internet history would confirm as much. However, it disheartens me that Hollywood shies away from the notion of an active, female lead with a goal beyond rescue, objectification, and/or servitude.
Writers often confuse a “strong, female character” with someone who can simply beat other characters to a puddle of snot.
I don’t mind a tough girl (as my own novels demonstrate) but a “strong” character must possess goals, motives, personality, history, something more than fists and hips.
Fantasy movies, novels, and comics prove guiltiest in this regard.
Until recent history (and in only select portions of the world), women couldn’t choose their paths. They tolerated for thousands of years a world in which they faced few options beyond “rescue” by a wealthy man.

Times thankfully changed. Modern stories must become modern.


(Thanks for reading. You might notice below that I changed the schedule for my blogs. I will, because of the number of projects on my plate, only produce a short story for this blog on Mondays. Fiction Formula will switch from Fridays to Thursdays. I apologize for any inconvenience, though I . . . doubt this will rock anyone's existence. Thanks again!)

I publish my blogs as follows:
Sundays: Movie reviews at moviesmartinwolt.blogspot.com
Mondays: Short stories at martinwolt.blogspot.com
Tuesdays: A look at the politics of the entertainment world at EntertainmentMicroscope.blogspot.com.
Wednesdays: An inside look at my novels (such as Daughters of Darkwana, which you can now find on Kindle) at Darkwana.blogspot.com
Thursdays: Tips to improve your fiction at FictionFormula.blogspot.com

Thursday, January 8, 2015

A Letter to Kim Jong Un

                Listen here, you cheese-eating motherfucker. You do not threaten the United States of America, land of the armed and completely insane. We will stomp your booger-sized ass.
                A few generations ago, Japan decided to piss us off. The result? They created a monster named Godzilla to represent us, to express America's freaking destructive tendencies, the country with whom they started a war.
                 Oh, and one day, your "citizens" will realize you're just some fat midget with a big mouth. When that day comes, they will roast you over a spit. Enjoy that.


(Thanks for reading. You might notice below that I changed the schedule for my blogs. I will, because of the number of projects on my plate, only produce a short story for this blog on Mondays. Fiction Formula will switch from Fridays to Thursdays. I apologize for any inconvenience, though I . . . doubt this will rock anyone's existence. Thanks again!)

I publish my blogs as follows:
Sundays: Movie reviews at moviesmartinwolt.blogspot.com
Mondays: Short stories at martinwolt.blogspot.com
Tuesdays: A look at the politics of the entertainment world at EntertainmentMicroscope.blogspot.com.
Wednesdays: An inside look at my novels (such as Daughters of Darkwana, which you can now find on Kindle) at Darkwana.blogspot.com

Thursdays: Tips to improve your fiction at FictionFormula.blogspot.com

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Hollywood doesn't Believe in Beauty and the Beast

You can’t help but love how hard Hollywood fails to express the idea that “true beauty’s on the inside,” that we ought to love each other for our character rather then our wealth and physical capabilities (men) or looks (women).
How do writers create a story that supports a moral premise that they, the writers, so clearly don’t believe, themselves?
I would like to clarify that I didn’t write this post in an effort to argue the pros or cons of these (supposed) superficial attractions, though I could argue:
1) It makes sense that, after thousands of years of deeply enforced gender role, a woman might naturally want a husband who can provide financially and protect her offspring, and
2) That many of the common, physical features that men seek in women support optimal childbearing.
Hollywood loves to attempt a story where we learn that beauty exists as skin-deep. We, the audience, want to hear that. We all feel self-conscious about our looks. Even those of us with perfect bodies know that time conspires against us.
However, it seems that writers and filmmakers don’t honestly believe in inner beauty.
Take the most obvious example, Beauty and the Beast (just about any version will work). The beast possesses physical strength and wealth, as demonstrated by his castle and position as a prince. The beauty possesses, well, beauty.
“Oh! But Beauty looks beyond Beast’s hideous appearance,” I hear you desperately say.
His looks never stand in question, though.
Consider the butt-ugly rich men who keep multiple, attractive, young girlfriends. Don’t suggest that women can’t get over a rich guy’s physical unattractiveness.
Sexist? Very. Don't kill the messenger.
Beast can look hideous, but that option fails to arise for Beauty.
Slightly-Overweight-with-a-Nice-Personality and the Beast wouldn't sell tickets (or so film producers believe).
Allow me to point out that if any part of this observation sounds bitter, my resentment rests vicariously. This theory works wonderfully for me, as a guy. I can always earn money or hit the gym.
This formula works poorly for women, whose physical attractiveness faces a shelf life (until humanity finally locates and deactivates the genes in our DNA that command our bodies to age after a certain, undesirable point).
You may recall a movie called She’s All That, which served as a high school version of Beauty and the Beast.
She’s All That starred a rich, high school football player (physically capable) who manages to woo an attractive girl.
Actually, the story proves even shallower than that. The guy woos the girl to win a bet that he can make her into the prom queen. The fact that the girl possesses intelligence and creativity serves as a strike against this guy’s endeavor.
We all recall that movie Pretty Woman, where a rich guy who twice beats up another guy (physically capable) manages to fall in love with an attractive woman—whom he pays for sex. Because she’s a hooker.
I think the makers of Shrek might exist as the only ones who managed to successfully stick the landing for the moral premise of inner beauty.
Name one James Bond film where James doesn’t drive an expensive car, kill a bunch of people with his bare hands, and get an attractive woman as his reward.
I can’t blame the filmmakers. Art reflects life.

True, men (heterosexual men, in any case) don’t “get the girl” just because they flash money and muscles, but we believe they do. We believe it so strongly that, even when we want to tell a story to the contrary . . . we often can’t.

I publish my blogs as follows:
Mondays and Thursdays: Short stories at martinwolt.blogspot.com
Tuesdays: A look at the politics of the entertainment world at EntertainmentMicroscope.blogspot.com.
Wednesdays: An inside look at my novels (such as Daughters of Darkwana, which you can now find on Kindle) at Darkwana.blogspot.com
Fridays: Tips to improve your fiction at FictionFormula.blogspot.com
Sundays: Movie reviews at moviesmartinwolt.blogspot.com