January 8 - The Stepford Wives
Though largely remembered as an
allegorical story about the patriarchy of the suburbs and backlash against
feminism, The Stepford Wives is also a story of one woman’s paranoia and
persecution. Joanna Eberhart is an aspiring photographer who moves from lively
New York City to quaint Stepford with her husband and kids. Her husband,
Walter, claims they agreed on the move together, though Joanna doesn’t quite
remember it that way. Joanna is determined to preserve her individual identity in
the face of suburban conformity and the pressures to be a housewife and mother,
but soon finds that forces, even her own husband, are conspiring against her.
One by one, her friends are transformed into typical Stepford Wives, in their
long and frilly frocks, with an undying devotion to cleaning, mothering, and
offering up sexual pleasures to their husbands. Joanna is increasingly alone,
and soon the sinister Men’s Association comes for her too.
A sort of feminist Invasion of
the Body Snatchers, The Stepford Wives taps into a broader fear of
the loss of self and ties it to the constricted role of women in the white
suburban upper-middle class. The movie works great as a Twilight Zone metaphor –
of course these sleazy husbands would prefer a robot who fulfills their every
whim than a human woman with a will of her own – but it manages to stretch that
premise to film-length through its character work. When Joanna discovered her
best friend had become a robot, I gasped, even though I knew what was coming.
And the movie never lets you forget that the men, in their shock, despair, and
eventual complicity, are arranging to have their wives murdered by their own
doppelgangers. It is dark and chilling stuff, and through it all Joanna is a
striking protagonist, determined, persistent, and increasingly bold in her
desire to hang on to herself.
I was honestly surprised to find
this received middling reviews at the time from feminists and workaday film
critics alike. Today, it feels like a stone-cold classic, socially-conscious
horror done right. Maybe I’m just a sucker for ‘70s film-making – that shot-on-film
warmth, those clothes, those lingering shots – but I think this one stands the
test of time.
The
Talent: The
rare film where the director is the least famous guy involved. You probably
know screenwriter William Goldman from his novel The Princess Bride. The
movie is based on a book by Ira Levin, who wrote another tale of wifely
distress, Rosemary’s Baby. The acting talent are all an interesting
bunch, but I was especially impressed by leading lady Katherine Ross, who throughout
her prolific and lengthy film career has appeared in some of my favorite films.
She’s Elaine in The Graduate and Donnie’s psychiatrist in Donnie
Darko!
Subgenre:
Social
commentary horror, sci-fi horror
Story
Type/Archetypes: Doppelgangers,
body snatchers, town with a secret
Sense
of Place: Much
is made of how safe Stepford is compared to Joanna’s former home in the big
city but of course it isn’t terribly safe for Joanna, who misses the noise, the
bustle, the activity, and not being murdered and replaced with a robot
lookalike. Is this one of the first horror movies to locate its horror
distinctly in the American suburb? And of course, with the horror coming from a
recognizable locale, we also have it coming from within the home and the
family. The greatest threat to Joanna is her own husband.
Mood:
Very
much a solving-a-mystery horror, with lots of gathering of clues and eerie menace
as we see Walter and his fellow Stepford husbands behaving very strangely
indeed.
Are
there heroes?: For
a lot of the film, it’s Joanna’s friend Bobby who’s the most active. Bobby has a
big personality and an off-color quip for every situation, and she’s certain
that something is wrong in Stepford. She and Joanna have a great dynamic.
Who
are the monsters (and why are they scary)?: You’ve got to love a film where
the men are the bad guys, and they’re bad because they would prefer women not
be human beings.
And
where’s the audience?: I think we’re firmly in Joanna’s corner, though occasionally
we sneak a glimpse around the corner to see what Walter’s up to. But this is very
much a classic Hollywood film, so we maintain a bit of distance from the goings-on,
like watching a parable on stage. When it comes time for Joanna to meet her
fate at the hands of the robot with her face (but not her breasts), we look
away.
This
movie will freak you out of you’re creeped out by…: Suburbs, men
Is
it a metaphor for something?: Yeah, see above. This one isn’t subtle.
Is
there a twist?: I
mean, in the same way there’s a twist in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
What
kind of ending is it?: Another bummer. Joanna and the other Wives soft-focus
glide through the supermarket in their Stepford best. The new couple, Stepford’s
first Black family, bicker at the edge of the screen, suggesting that Joanna
will not be the last.
The
girlfriend’s rating (i.e. how much would this upset my girlfriend?): Rated PG, for men.
But
how gay is it?: It’s
certainly a misandrist film, and I of course was rooting for Joanna and Bobby to
run off together. It’s always a little strange when they talk about their sex
lives and beaus; Bobby has big dyke energy. On a different note, I can absolutely
see lesbians ironically reclaiming Stepford fashion someday.
And
did it fit the daily theme?: I knew this was going to be a bit of a
cheat. I almost watched this film in high school with some pals but, to my
disappointment, my friend brought over the terrible ‘00s remake, which is campy
indeed. There are moments that feel like they ought to be humorous – like when
the Stepford wives, reluctantly attending a consciousness-raising group, rave
about their favorite cleaning products. And there’s a certain tragic camp to
the final supermarket scene. But this is a surprisingly dark film.
Goth
Queens / Best Character?: No Goths in Stepford, but Bobby is joining the spunky
best friend who meets a nasty end hall of fame, right next to Impetigore’s
Dini.
Watch
this if you enjoy: The
Twilight Zone, the ‘70s, hating the suburbs
Girlfriend’s
Corner: I’d
always assumed that The Stepford Wives was a kind of misogynist movie, but it
turns out that’s because I was going off a very wild assumption about it: I
knew that the wives were ultra-conformists, but that’s literally all I knew,
and I assumed that that meant the movie was blaming the titular wives for not
imagining futures beyond the staid suburban one they knew.
Nope!
Turns out they’re robots or aliens or something and the movie is a second-wave
feminist critique of the conformity and lack of ambition or choice affluent
society demands of women. That is much cooler than what I was still assuming,
even if it’s clearly a text from The TERF Wave of feminism. Wish I’d watched
this one!
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