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This is like the most misinterpreted movie of the year - partly because
it's hugely marred by bullshit plot exposition. Everything the
characters say is wrong.
The curse was never passed on through sex. It was created through
the act of strapping the heroine to a wheelchair. She was thereby
forced into a variation on the 'trading places' game, being made to
trade places with (what turns out to be) the boy's nude mother. Jay
never figures out that the boy was simply using this weird ritual as a
means of 'safely' acting out his incestuous fantasies - essentially
strapping the devouring-mother itself to a wheelchair. But this standard
Oedipal mother stuff was successfully displaced onto Jay, allowing the
boy to maintain a comfortable domestic life with mommy.
In a subsequent mirror-image encounter, Jay imagines herself as an
exaggeratedly battered rape victim - because that's how everyone has
been treating her. This is the logic across the film: 'it' is always an
unbearable realization of Jay's latest fantasies, be they fantasies of
herself or of her prospective sexual partners.
Greg's death is treated elliptically because he didn't actually die. Jay
simply perceives him as a useless mother-fucker, sucked dry of his
Lifeforce. Did Jay herself break the window? Signs point to yes.
People have complained about the beach scene for showing too much, but
it is showing exactly enough for us to call bullshit on it. Explicitly
showing what everyone believes happened makes it all the clearer that
Jay simply scratched Paul's abdomen while she was flailing around.
That's not to say that "it's all a dream", but it is absolutely a doofy
shared fiction that explodes the instant the older, skeptical Greg turns
his back.
This is all to say that the film is a fairly boring story of a girl who
secretly wants to fuck her dad. The actually-interesting content is in
the depiction of the other side of 8-Mile as a 'dark world', where they
break into an apocalyptic future version of their own home - stripped
bare and dilapidated. And even then, it's just expressing the
rudimentary idea that suburbanites are insulated from 'the harsh reality
outside'. I didn't like it.
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