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Monday, January 02, 2006
Memoirs of a Geisha
Posted by Bill Benzon on 01/02/06 at 05:37 PM
I want to take a break from theorizing and engage in a bit of practical criticism. I went to see Memoires of a Geisha with mixed expectations: gorgeous, but flawed plot. My expectations were met. While I was having doubts during the film itself, after thinking about it I concluded that there was something about the whole setup that seemed like high-class mud-wrestling. In ordinary mud-wrestling—so I’m told—bikini-clad women wrestle in a pool of mud for the entertainment of patrons at the bar. Here the women were dressed in gorgeous silks and, while there was some physical combat between them, the fighting was mostly over power and position in the geisha world. Some of the sets were gorgeous as well—though I don’t know this for sure, it looks like some of the scenes may have been shot in the Japanese garden at Huntington Gardens in LA.
Has anyone here seen the film? Do my remarks make any sense? That is, do they answer to anything you saw/sensed in the film?
I often read several reviews of films, especially ones I find problematic, in an effort to account for my impressions. I’m certainly not the only one who’s bothered by this film, though I’ve not seen anyone else compare it to mud wrestling. Here’s a URL to the IMDB entry; it has a bunch of links to reviews:
http://tinyurl.com/bzj7c
I agree. One big cat fight. Sexist, Orientalist tripe. I got dragged into it by relatives I was visiting for the Holly Daze, and I couldn’t stop squirming and sighing with the desire to walk out. Dragon ladies and hot exotic sex-toy-girls. Hentai writ large, with bluish filters. Oh wait, hentai girls look white. Okay, hentai from the other side then. But the central character did have blue eyes--a remarkably unremarked-upon miracle--just so the largely white audience could relate a little more. And ugh, the terrible, terribly vague English they spoke--not like Chinese speakers of English (which might at least have fit the nationally inappropriate actors) nor like Japanese speakers of English--just like lazy old Hollywood depictions of chop-chop Asian talk. Anyway, a sad example all around of the stalled state of race relations.
Let me push just a little further. The movie uses exoticism to mask support for male subjugation of women. And asks us to believe that the women wouldn’t want it any other way.
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