Wednesday, February 15, 2012

See! Les Nom Des Gens




Of course, the description will tell you that it's about left wing Baya who will sleep with right wing men to convince them to fight the good fight. This provocative, highly sexual approach at a summary attempting to draw many in is initially what pushed me away from Les Noms des Gens, or The Name of Love in English. In the middle of a sleepless night I gave in & decided it would a least be worth starting. Les Noms is as much about sex as Juno is about pregnancy: not really at all. The true story is a tender and critical look at patriotism & politics.

I was disturbed that Baya may turn into too much of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, but her strength as a character kept the movie anchored. Baya is the dream that you think about after you wake up. She marries illegal immigrants to get them citizenship and is impossibly well connected despite humble roots. Never before have I seen such a perfect merger of painful reality with absurdist humor. Fans of Amelie will gush over something a little more "real life" & less sepia toned.

I always think I will get so much typing accomplished when I am sick, because I'm just sitting around, right? It feels like my brain was stuffed like my nose, because I scrawled two measly sentences & crashed into bed. But watching this movie turned it back on; contrasting disturbing realities about heritage & citizenship with dreams of Paris in technicolour. Baya truly owns the movie, while Arthur is simply a vessel of a character that we explore her questions through. How do you recognize your own country? How can change actually happen?

Every line crafted with brilliance, and the way ends are tied up make you laugh & clap & shout. I would strongly recommend Les Noms Des Gens, even if you aren't a fan of the initial idea. This isn't really about sex. It's almost not even really about politics. This may be a love story, but it's to a people, not a person.


(Available on Netflic Canada)




Monday, February 13, 2012

3 Years


When I was about sixteen years old, a girl I was kind of friends with regularly got beat up. I suspect it was by her boyfriend. I'll probably never know. 

I almost didn't write about this. I'm too predictable a feminist; I get angry at all the things the media tells me to. Besides, it's like everyone knows not to beat up their girlfriends. We take it as a given. Violence is so passé, so we can go back to critiquing the role of Miranda in The Tempest & make ironic tumblrs about rape culture. It felt, & does feel, exploitative to talk about her. We shared smiles & sighs, but not much else. I had her on MSN, back when Myspace was weird and I couldn't imagine Facebook yet. I never went over to her house. We were bored of everything. She, let's call her A, was a lot cooler than me, so I justified not acting like her best friend by assuming someone else would deal with what was so obvious. It seems like no one did. Maybe she wasn't that popular. Maybe I was just looking for an excuse not to move.

Sure, maybe it wasn't her boyfriend. Maybe it was her mom. Maybe she really loved Fight Club. I only know that she got the shit kicked out of her, & that mainly happening during the periods that she was with him. 

Try asking someone you only ever exchange snide remarks about popular music with (the teenager version of pleasantries) if the guy she says reminds her of a love song (Led Zeppelin II, bien sur) caused the cigarette burns on her arms. It could have been a night of excessive drinking dares until you notice she's nervous all of the time. She doesn't eat like you, so it's not unreasonable to assume self infliction, but she never mentioned practicing TaeKwonDo like you until her collar bone is bruised... 

Here is a list of things that I care about more than the Grammys:
-Why CBC plays Nickelback before Hockey Night in Canada
-Any given article that could appear when you hit random on Wikipedia
-Why my dog gets so terrified when I blow into a bottle

But still.

A bunch of people much sassier, smarter, & with more of a following than me have already spoken out about why Chris Brown is still a dirtbag even if it was "three years ago", but I still heard people cheering someone who beat up a woman, no matter how much I turned up The Simpsons. 

Maybe you think it's okay, some big joke even, because celebrities aren't really human, not like you & I. Maybe you think whatever gets published in TMZ is fair game. I don't know. I guess this phenomenon goes both ways; it's so easy to get outraged at what you see on television. It's a convenient, safe, outlet to express disgust. On TV, you don't have to tell Rhianna, who you only kind of know, that you're worried about her. The disconnect can make the choice easy. You don't have to look anyone in the eye. If the people on TV don't like you, well, that won't happen because they'll never know you. I still don't know why I never said anything about A; I tried to justify preserving a friendship that never really existed. Like A with her boy, I just wanted to be liked. I didn't want to start crap. A was real.

Maybe it's Jesus or maybe it's a whole other kind of worship, but I never completely realized the culture of forgiveness we lived in until I heard "It's okay, he apologized" time after time after time last night. It's easy to pass off outrage as angry chickens clucking when they're mad about something on TV, but why did A decide to take back a douchebag who broke her heart & maybe two of her fingers? Good girls can definitely chaaaange him
If they try hard enough.
Nice girls forgive & nice girls forget. 

Redemption. 
Redemption. 
Redemption. 

We love underdogs. CBC decides some guy with money can give it to ex cons because it's edgy and it will get people watching. Forgiveness is okay on screen, as long as it's not in our neighbourhood, but we don't think for a second that it ever could be. Comebacks are sexy because they always involve makeovers. Falling down is just part of getting higher. I do not think that people need to be branded as evil & set away from society forever, but to accept people who have made mistakes & to elevate them to the point that they are considered entertaining are very different things. 


In school we learn websites to go to, but they're just free bookmarks we may or may not use. We need to empower communities to the point that when one points out that another is suffering, it does not feel like an accusation. There should not be shame in getting hurt. Girls need to know that it's okay not to forgive, that it doesn't make us mean bitchy people, but just more who have had their trust betrayed, and that's completely okay. Anyone who has enough love, no matter how conflicted, to try to forgive is someone who can be the pillar of our country. Truly, they can do the greatest things. We just need to teach them that sorry isn't enough.

What's three years anyway? What would you say to a man who decided his emotions were more important than a woman's face three years ago? Would you tell your best friend that he said sorry? Your daughter? Some girl you shared a break with once? What could have possibly changed in three years?

Funny, because it was also three years ago that I saw A working at Tim Horton's. I was on a date; we both smiled awkwardly. I didn't ask about any relationships. She didn't make eye contact with me. We both pretended we'd talk again. She was still much prettier than me, so she probably had lots of friends to help her through any tough times she was having, right? 
Right? 

I hope she can forgive me too. 

If you need number to call, there's a lot, but here's one that warns you about browser history. If you're a bit younger, this might be more helpful.
I was looking for a website with warning signs of physical abuse, but truth be told I didn't really find one that was very good, so I am very open to suggestions.

The image above in my own screencap from Les Nom des Gens, which is excellent.