52 FILMS BY WOMEN VOL. SEVEN - SOME REFLECTIONS
When I started a blog in 2015 writing about fifty-two films
directed by women, I didn’t expect to be doing so eight years later. Much has
changed. I am writing this on 29 October 2023, Day 108 of the actors’ strike in
Hollywood, led, aptly enough, by a woman (Fran Drescher), over which on-screen
talent seek better rewards, a new system for paying cast members of streaming
shows, and better protection for actors’ work against artificially generated
digital doubles. Film reviewer friends in the UK, no longer able to earn money
interviewing big-name stars, are feeling the pinch. I’m also writing this less
than twenty-four hours news broke that Friends star Matthew Perry was found
dead in his bathtub, aged fifty-four. In the real world, specifically in Gaza
and Ukraine, much worse things are happening.
Yet, in the somewhat narrow realm of the entertainment
industry, there are signs of improvement. This week, in UK cinemas, there are
four new releases directed by women: 20,000 Species of Bees, Typist
Artist Pirate King, Cat Person and the straight out of
the box hit, Five Nights at Freddy’s. Next week, there will be
three: How to Have Sex, The Royal Hotel and Bottoms.
The week after, another three: the Cannes prize-winner Anatomy of a Fall,
The Marvels and Give Me Pity. On 17 November, Saltburn.
On 24 November: Girl, The Eternal Daughter and Wish.
These are simply titles, in the case of Bottoms, Anatomy of a Fall, The
Marvels and Saltburn, these are films I am looking
forward to watching as much as any franchise film from or work by a
well-regarded male auteur. Admittedly, there are far fewer films directed
by women released in December and beyond as Hollywood studios adjust their
release schedules, but more and more, the female voice and female experience is
represented on screen.
There is no doubt that the success of Barbie –
worldwide box-office gross $1.4bn – is a symptom of a changed production
environment and perhaps a catalyst for more films directed by women. Although
both Greta Gerwig (Barbie) and Emma Tammi (Five Nights at
Freddy’s) benefited from IP awareness of their films, their
demonstration of a ‘safe pair of hands’ means that studio executives won’t have
to think twice about greenlighting films directed by women.
Film directors are one thing. Film producers quite another. There
has been a backlash against one female producer in particular, Kathleen
Kennedy, accused on ruining Lucasfilm’s output on the large and small screen – Indiana
Jones and the Dial of Destiny attracted particular ire. To those
trolls, I say, male producers are far more culpable in acts of destructive
interference. Back in the 1980s, my friends and I would dread any film produced
by Dino de Laurentiis, as evidenced by Conan the Barbarian, the Amityville
Horror sequels, and Flash Gordon. Producers Avi Lerner
and Neal H. Moritz fill me with an equal amount of dread. Let us also not
forget those arch corner-cutters Menachem Golan and Yoram Globus of Cannon
ill-repute. Kennedy does not deserve the amount of online abuse directed
towards her. Sometimes a franchise has simply had its day.
For all of the awards given to women directors, for all the
box-office success of their films, there is still the struggle for their
cinematic follow-up. Where are new films by Lulu Wang, Lorene Scafaria, Chloe
Zhao, Julia Ducournau and Patty Jenkins? Not to mention Jennifer Kent, Karyn
Kusama, Jordana Spiro, Susanne Bier, and Adina Pintilie? Some of these women
have moved into television where it is easier to be recommended for a project
than generate one. Real success – real parity – will be seen when women
directors are discussed as auteurs as readily as men. There are only a handful
of women – maybe five handfuls - whose status as auteurs is uncontested. Chantal
Akerman, Andrea Arnold, Kathryn Bigalow, Jane Campion, Gurinder Chadha, Sofia
Coppola, Claire Denis, Nora Ephron, Debra Granik, Mia Hansen-Love, Jessica
Hausner, Joanna Hogg, Nicole Holofcener, Lucretia Martel, Sally Potter, Lynne
Ramsay, Kelly Reichardt, Angela Schanelec, Celine Sciamma, Lynn Shelton, Carla
Simon, Agnes Varda, Alice Winocour and Chloe Zhao are on my list. For the rest,
we still require a change of critical discourse.
Real change will also be signified by the right of a woman
director to fail. Hollywood did not smile kindly on Penny Marshall and Penelope
Spheeris when their projects under-performed at the box office; after the
opening weekend returns, studios dropped the Penny. I hope that both Gerwig and
Tammi will be allowed their failures in the light of past successes. Similarly,
Maria Schrader, whose film, She Said, about the investigation
into the abuse committed by producer Harvey Weinstein, somewhat underperformed.
I was heartened to be on a transatlantic flight recently and a fellow passenger
– I should call her a fellow traveller – chose to watch it.
There is another potential game changer that renders efforts
to comment upon gender equality in filmmaking pointless, namely individuals
born female who refuse to identify as women. Halfway through a review of the
film Blackbird Blackbird Blackberry, I found myself unable to
consider it for inclusion in this series because its director, Elene Naveriani
does not identify as a woman. This is their right. In so doing, they place
themselves out of a central binary debate about achieving gender parity. Last
year, I read a deliberately provocative list by a male writer declaring The
Matrix to be the greatest film directed by a woman, or in this case two
men, the Wachowski siblings, who subsequently identified as women (though not
in 1999). Gender is considered to be divisible from sex for reasons that have
been well argued. Indeed, this is sometimes the subject of films by women, for
example, 20,000 Species of Bees. In trying to achieve change, as
the actors’ strike has proved, collective solidarity rather than fragmentation
of an oppressed group is required.
There is one compelling reason to have written a blog about
films by women. The films themselves are so good. Seeking out films I might not
ordinarily choose to watch has unearthed to-date an unending series of
pleasures. Having one deciding factor makes it easier to choose what to catch when
attending a film festival. This is not to say I ignore other films, but I am
now more likely to discover films of the high quality of The Apartment
with Two Women or Dreissig than not.
In deciding whether to continue this blog, which ultimately,
given feedback, is more of a personal record than anything of wider interest, I
shall do so for an eighth cycle, so long as Bitlanders.com will host me. As far
as the mainstream is concerned, interest in this subject will rise and recede.
I should like to continue to reflect on trends. I hope, like many people around
the world, for a satisfactory end to the Actors’ Strike and for peace in the
Middle East and beyond.
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