Aspects of the norm in any culture are expressed and reinforced in small, subtle and pervasive acts of acceptance. There are innumerable ways in which our cultural norms are transmitted, with public media an important part of the whole. My intent here is to use a personal critique of the Oscar-nominated film “Manchester by the Sea” to illustrate how we are led into unconscious acceptance and reinforcement of cultural norms.
First, let me say that media do not, for the most part, create norms or cause cultural change. The media, including the artists who work in the media, reflect more than create subjective reality. Films are created at least in part with an intent to make money. They will only do that if they appeal to a significant part of the available audience. The best way to ensure that is to reflect the feelings, attitudes, ideas, and perceptions the audience already holds. Films that challenge our perceptions may achieve critical success, but rarely achieve box-office success.
Also, it is entirely possible for a film to be artistically successful but culturally problematic. When that happens, it is useful to point out both the artistic quality and the cultural problems. Failure to do that, in my opinion, reinforces the expressed norms and inhibits cultural change.
“Manchester by the Sea” is in many ways a very well made film. There is some remarkable acting, though I did not find Casey Affleck’s performance equal to the over-the-top hype that so many reviewers seem intent on propagating. It’s a solid performance, but hardly revolutionary. And the film is not without its flaws. I was especially disappointed in the script over all. Despite some nice moments of dialogue and character interaction, the story is slow to get started, keeps wandering off into side stories that are never adequately resolved or clearly connected to the main thrust of the narrative. And the resolution at the end of the film seems hurried and not well developed. The final decisions of everyone involved seem nearly a deus ex machina rather than a clear consequence of the characters’ earlier choices.
But the larger objection I make to the film is not about the quality of the production. In fact, the quality of the production actually exacerbates the problem I have with it; for the higher the quality of the art, the easier it is for us to overlook the cultural issues it raises and the problematic norms it reinforces.
The film’s characters, who are faithfully and authentically portrayed, represent a privileged masculine norm that goes unrecognized and unquestioned. The men are uncommunicative, shallow and misogynistic. The female characters are all treated badly, either directly abused, or ignored and dismissed, or left hanging in unfinished side stories. The 15 year-old boy, Patrick, is sleeping with one girl and plotting to sleep with another; and his uncle blithely and without comment agrees to keep everything a secret so that the girls’ parents don’t find out about the sex and the girls don’t find out about each other. Patrick’s mother is presented as unfit to raise him because she is portrayed as a frightened, somewhat dim-witted and hysterical woman under the sway of a “Christian” fanatic in a side story that is unnecessary, stereotypical, and unexplained. Lee Chandler blows off his ex-wife’s attempt to come to terms with the past in a particularly cruel way and the whole thing is just passed over, providing no closure and no attempt at understanding. Several smaller female characters are introduced for a moment to offer criticisms or critiques or some small incident, but their contributions are either ignored or trivialized.
And the men don’t fare much better from this version of what it means to be a guy. Lee’s brother apparently never told Lee just how close to death he was, nor asked his permission to assign him as guardian for Patrick, nor provided any clue as to how that could be managed. Given Lee’s emotional state and the conditions of his life, those failures are cruel to both Lee and Patrick; and have the potential for absolute disaster. While that is part of what creates the core conflict in the film, it is never addressed honestly for what it is. Lee and Patrick communicate mostly through grunts and shrugs, although Patrick often seems the closest to an adult in the room; and most of the really consequential communication Lee has with his brother’s friends and associates seems to take place off-screen, while the on-screen exchanges are fraught with unspoken emotions. This, we are to accept, is how these men communicate. And that’s true, but the possibility that that might just be the real problem here is never explored and nothing about it ever changes.
I bring all this up not because I want anyone to not see the film. As I have said, it is over all a well-made film, with much about it that is worth seeing. And the characters, however flawed, are portrayed honestly by talented actors. I am really talking here about culture and how norms are established and reinforced.
Day by day, we all encounter situations where we are presented with examples of cultural norms in action. We see advertisements all around us for cosmetics for women and power tools for men. We see magazine articles that propose to tell men and women separately what the other really wants and how to “win” them. We click on a FB link because we are teased by a sexy body or a provocative headline. A co-worker tells us a joke involving a dumb blonde woman or a grotesque caricature of a “Mexican.” And we hear people “man-splaining” and “white-splaining” and “straight-splaining” why things are as they are. And if we do not, whenever possible and safe to do so, point out the cultural norms inherent in those things, or fail to say why they are a problem, then the normalcy of them is reinforced. Every time we fail to question the logic in the ads, every time we buy the magazine and read the articles without response, every time we click on the link or smile politely at the joke or fail to see things as they really are, the norms are reinforced.
I know that movies are fiction. I know that they are portraying real things. And I know that we are all capable of convincing ourselves that we have the maturity, the insight, and the self-awareness to consume these things without being corrupted by them. But cultural norms aren’t fixed by our opinions of our own virtues. If there are things about the culture that you feel need to change; if you believe that women, non-whites, people of other nationalities or religions or ethnicities, the disadvantaged and disenfranchised need to be included, given equality of representation and opportunity, and given a chance for economic equity; then the culture will need to change. And cultures are most permanently changed by the small, everyday reactions we have to the constant onslaught of normative messages.
Do you think that our culture is too violent, too warlike, too quick to attack and too slow to seek more peaceable solutions to our problems? Then look for the violence in your own life, in your entertainments, in your myths and heroes. Acknowledge that it is there and question its place in your life and in the culture. And look for the opportunities you are given to choose the peaceable route.
Do you think our culture makes second-class citizens of our women? Look in your own life for the small things you do or fail to do that are consistent with that. Recognize how your own life has reinforced those things in you. Know that you are not immune, and that changing the culture requires constant checking in with ourselves to see how we are falling prey to norms we claim to disdain.
Do you want to support equal and fair treatment of non-whites, non-Christians, and the LGBTQ+ community? Take note of your own internal reactions. Do feel you afraid, even slightly, in encountering the other? Can you acknowledge that the racism or xenophobia or homophobia of the culture that has raised you has affected you, that you are not completely free of its influences? Can you recognize and own those times when you have behaved badly, perhaps without intent or awareness, but badly all the same?
And did you go to see a film like “Manchester by the Sea” and not at least make note of the fact that what you just saw was filled with misogyny and male privilege and a cultural perspective that is exactly what we need to change? And did you say anything?
Art is one of the most powerful purveyors of cultural norms. Film has a way of drawing us into the reality it seeks to portray. Indeed, the suspension of disbelief, the acceptance of the terms a film sets for itself is central to its success. But after the viewing, take the time to talk about more than just whether Casey Affleck is the best thing since Brando, or who might get the Oscar nod, or how interesting and beautiful the cinematography was. Talk about what the film has to say about all of us as human beings, and what it has to say about what is normal in our culture. Then ask yourself what you want to do about it.
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WAITING FOR THE PUNCHLINE – AND WANTING TO PUNCH SOMEONE
In Politics on March 29, 2020 at 11:01 amWe have relied, for the past several years, on the network and cable comedy shows to help keep us sane in these difficult times. Often, it seems as though John Oliver, Trevor Noah, Stephen Colbert, and the other late-night hosts have been a more reliable source of the truth about what’s happening in this country and the world than the main stream media.
And yet.
And yet.
Now that all the shows have been put online without audiences, I have been unable to bring myself to watch them. I see the Daily Show videos, the Colbert monologues, and I can’t bring myself to watch them.
I can no longer allow myself the luxury of relying on comedy to get me through this. It is too great a privilege.
I am a 72-year-old white male, retired, living at home with my wife, who is also retired. I can afford to sit at home and laugh through my anger and fear. I’m not being deprived of a wage that was already less than a living wage. I don’t have to figure out what to do about my children. I have books and television and radio and my cell phone and my computer. I can be isolated and not alone. I don’t have to go to work every day and risk my life. I don’t have to strip off my clothes before entering my house, then deny myself and my family even the simplest intimacies.
I am fortunate and I am privileged.
I even have reason to believe that even if I got sick I could afford testing and treatment.
My wife and I are social-distancing, self-isolating. We go out only to pick up a few things at the grocery store, where she goes in because she is younger than I and all the advisories say that I am more at risk if one of us gets infected. She is also required by family obligations to go out more than I. Of course, we must assume that if one of us were to become infected it is most likely that we both would.
Still, we follow the protocols. We clean everything that comes into the house. We leave groceries on the porch until we can sanitize the packages as best we can. We wipe down the mail. When we go for a walk outside with a friend, we stay 6 feet apart. We wash our hands frequently. We have reviewed all the guidelines. We live in a rural community where the virus has not yet been shown to be present, but assume it is only a matter of time.
We do this not simply because the government or the CDC or WHO or anyone else has required it, but because we want to be as safe as possible and we want others to be safe as well.
We worry about our sisters and brothers, our children and grandchildren, our friends and neighbors, many of whom may be more at risk than we are.
We live in ignorance of the facts. Like everyone else, we cannot really know the extent or location of the virus because testing is not being done as broadly or efficiently as it should. Was that dry cough a reaction to my blood pressure medicine or was I sick? Is there always a fever, or could I have been carrying the virus asymptomatically? Were our grandchildren infected before the schools were closed; before their soccer practice or games were suspended?
Will the measures now, finally, being taken mean that this crisis will be behind us by summer or still with us at Christmas?
How long? How much?
And that is why I cannot look right now at the comedy.
I’m too angry.
I can no longer laugh at Donald Trump. I can no longer see his daily displays of ignorance, pettiness, self-aggrandizement, lack of empathy or compassion, attacks on anyone and everyone who dares to suggest he might be wrong, might do better, might have some genuine responsibility to something other than himself, and not feel frightened for the future of our country, our democracy, our way of life.
I am way past the time to allow myself to believe that black humor, trench humor, can help us. These are dangerous times; not just because of the coronavirus, but because we are witnessing the willingness of the people in power openly and wantonly to destroy the Constitution in order to enrich themselves with both money and political power.
While we sit in our houses or suffer through our lives in the shadow of COVID-19, Our government is conspiring to stack the federal courts with unqualified, ideologically driven judges. They are arranging to give away hundreds of billions of taxpayer money to multi-billion-dollar corporations. They are stealing land and stealing the vote from the First Nations. They are carrying out petty vendettas. And they are dragging their feet on addressing the COVID-19 crisis because of unrelated, unimportant, fringe beliefs and issues. They are spinning lies and conspiracy theories and distortions rather than dealing directly with the very real issues of life and death.
And I want to go into the streets. I want all of us, by the millions to be in the streets. And we can’t be. The coronavirus has not just made us into hermits, it has robbed us of our most important power as citizens.
I expect I will get my sense of humor back. I do see some hopeful signs, good things swirling around in the chaos with everything else. I am, however, afraid that November may be too late for far too many of us. What will be left by then? And will we be able to come back from this?
We must stay engaged. We must stay afraid. We must stay angry. We must stay safe. When the doctors and the health experts tell us it is safe enough, we must go into the streets. And when the Fall does come around, we must take our fear and our anger to the voting booth in numbers that will make it loud and clear that we are not fooling around any longer.
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