Men, Women & Children: A less than enthusiastic review

I saw Jason Reitman’s Men, Women and Children at the theater last week. Other reviewers have said this before me, but just to state it again, one more time: Considering the ambitions this film clearly had, it turned out to be not particularly good. Parts of it also made me angry. I have to admit that I have not read Chad Kultgen’s novel (which this movie is based on) very carefully, but from what I can tell, some of the things that bothered me about the movie seem to be just as annoying in the book, whereas others might be a result of the adaptation for the big screen.

MV5BMTAwMzc2OTgwOTZeQTJeQWpwZ15BbWU4MDg2ODA4NjIx._V1_SX214_AL_I still think the most interesting part about this movie is the exploration of aesthetic possibilities in the play with different screens and interfaces. MWC is not the first audiovisual text to experiment with this: The 2013 movie Fruitvale Station and the BBC show Sherlock have played with the visual representation of text messages, Her (2013) is another movie that toys with the incorporation of small-screen devices into a cinematic aesthetic of the digital age. Scholars are also becoming interested in this phenomenon: Not too long ago, for instance, I attended a lunch seminar with Professor Bishnupriya Ghosh (University of California) on the aesthetic of surveillance (in the manifestation of security camera feeds) in Bollywood horror movies. All in all, I don’t think the last word has been spoken in that regard, and so I am still curious about the ways in which filmmakers are trying to work through the possibilities that the interplay with different screen formats has to offer.

However, the rest of the movie left a sour taste behind. Strangely, it felt a bit like looking at the browser history of someone who is not very familiar with the internet, is deeply concerned about its dangers, but also intensely fascinated by its dark corners, which in turn makes them feel ashamed of themselves. In other words, the movie felt dirty in places it didn’t need to be, alarmist over things I felt it misrepresented, while at the same time glossing over/downplaying many serious issues that could have used a bit more in-depth scrutiny.

Two storylines in particular I would like to discuss in more detail:


One storyline that rankled me dealt with an anorexic girl who ends up in the hospital with an ectopic pregnancy after having lost her virginity in a less than romantic way. Of course, I assume it is possible for a girl to have intercourse for the first time, immediately get pregnant, and for this pregnancy to turn out to be an ectopic pregnancy. But the chance is very, very small. Only 1-2% of pregnancies are ectopic, and most of them occur in women who have been pregnant before or have suffered from an infection of the fallopian tubes – that is, usually women who have been sexually active for some time. Add to this the fact that the girl in question is extremely malnourished due to her eating disorder (she might not even have a cycle), and the chance of this particular event occurring becomes almost astronomically small. I’m listing these facts not to argue that it couldn’t happen – but to give more weight to the more important question: Why would it have to? Reitman portrays a very young girl who is caught in a downward spiral of anorexia, and who loses her virginity to an older boy who pressures her into sex and treats her with casually cruel indifference. This story in itself is sadly realistic, extremely serious (anorexia has an alarmingly high fatality rate) and it’s enough drama to sustain a movie all by itself. And yet the movie rounds up this story with an extremely unlikely medical emergency – for mere shock value, it seems –, as if the eating disorder, and the borderline sexual abuse, are not in themselves interesting enough to keep the audience hooked. And that right there is a serious problem. I get that this plotline is taken from the original novel, and maybe it’s too much to ask for a male creator to look up some statistics about female reproduction (*sigh*). But from the guy who made Juno – a movie that treated teenage pregnancy with humor and respect –  I somehow expected more.

Another storyline that didn’t sit well with me is the 15-year-old middle schooler who presumably has watched so much porn that “falls far outside the norm” that he cannot have an erection anymore when he is supposed to be intimate with a girl. There are several things about this storyline I find problematic: First, the suggestion that the porn he watches is so “extreme” that he loses his interest in “normal” sex. Aside from the problematic claim that there is such a thing as “normal” when it comes to sexual desires, the glimpses the movie gives us about his preferences show nothing but a few softcore D/S fantasies. Which leaves the viewer a little puzzled: American grandmothers everywhere admit to more risqué bedside reading since the infamous 50 Shades of Gray became a bestseller, so what’s the big deal? I can see how more explicit representation might have conflicted with the movie’s rating, but if that was the problem, then why show it at all? With the visual possibilities this movie has at its disposal, the audience could have been shown the boy’s browser history and even the search categories on a porn website – and then left to imagine the rest. This storyline plays out a little bit differently in the book, and I think this difference is important: The novel tells us that the boy is fascinated by porn with trans* actors and the idea of anal penetration, and it seems adequate that the book never really tells us what that means: It is completely credible that a young teenage boy would be confused about his sexual desires and not know yet what to make of them. It also opens up the possibility that he cannot have sex with his pretty female cheerleader friend simply because he is not physically attracted to her. In the movie, however, the theme of queer sexuality is completely erased, which leaves us with the unfortunate conclusion that the movie draws an immediate connection between porn consumption and sexual performance, and pathologizes the boy’s inability to maintain an erection while in bed with the “hot cheerleader.” No matter one’s personal attitude towards pornography, but surely we are past the belief that masturbation causes impotence.

I could go on about equally problematic elements of the movie: for instance the representation of the paranoid mother (Jennifer Garner) who runs digital surveillance on her daughter to “keep her safe,” and is portrayed as such a paranoid and hysterical character that we cannot take her seriously. Thus, her storyline turns into the case study of an individual pathology, distracting from the problem that the American public makes it seem completely socially acceptable for parents to control every part of their children’s private lives – from the proliferation of “10 rules for dating my daughter” T-shirts to the cultural trope of the “shovel talk.”

But I’ve made my point. To sum up: I cannot help but thinking that for a movie dealing so prominently with the internet, teenagers, and sex, Men, Women & Children seems weirdly out of touch with all of these.

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