We really enjoyed Yorgos Lanthimos’ POOR THINGS. The story of an adult woman with a baby’s brain discovering sex. Emma Stone is particularly good at landing the funny-peculiar-ha-ha moments in consistently surprising ways. As it unfolded in all its weirdness and wonderfulness I did have, at the back of my mind, Daniel Riccuito of The Chiseler’s objection that this was a film about child rape, dressed up in science fiction to provoke sniggery laughs.
It never felt true. I did feel that screenwriter Tony McNamara, adapting Alasdair Gray’s novel — he also co-wrote Lanthimos’ THE FAVOURITE — enjoys writing misogyny and swearing and sweaty misogyny perhaps a little too much to make the film’s gender politics critique quite as sincere as it would like to be. But why ISN’T it a film about the rape of an infant, when on the face of it, it seems to be?
Arguing that Emma Stone’s Bella Baxter is proactively sexual isn’t enough, because there’s the concept of an age of consent. I think the film’s best defence is one of metaphor. The film can’t REALLY be about a baby’s brain transplanted into an adult’s body, since that isn’t a real thing in this world. So I take it to be about a woman discovering sex and male attitudes to sex, with the sci-fi angle as a making strange technique. Stone herself, no dummy, has said it’s about “a woman without shame.”
Of course there’s no logical reason, even within the film’s fantasy scenario, why Bella develops mentally at an accelerated pace, why shame doesn’t impact her the way it impacts the rest of us when we first, more or less traumatically, encounter it. We’re just expected to go with all that, and the florid and unreal environments and costumes help guide us in not being too literally or logically-minded.
It is perfectly clear that Mark Ruffalo’s sleazy rake is an exploiter, and that Ramy Youssef and Willem Dafoe’s characters would like to think they’re behaving ethically but don’t quite know how — Dafoe’s Baxter has some really bad examples of parenting to draw upon, and Youssef’s McCandles is young and naive in thrall to him. We might or might not find this pair forgivable: the movie can still work either way. McCandles reacts to Bella’s burgeoning sex drive with Victorian nicety and the slight squeamishness accorded to the sex drives of people with learning difficulties even when they might outwardly attractive: this behaviour feels not quite age-appropriate because we’re used to thinking of such people as childlike. Which they’re not, in key ways. Of course Bella supposedly IS. But she’s a kind of child that doesn’t exist. For the story to work, she could just as easily be a robot built from some lifelike material or grown from a seed. She’s a movie innocent on a picaresque journey — no more an infant than Candide.
(I guess I’m saying that if you don’t think about the film, it isn’t offensive, and if you overthink it, it isn’t offensive, but if you stop in the middle ground you’d be entitled to find it very offensive indeed.)
And the film looks extraordinary — the design is ludicrously rich — here are production designers and team chatting about it:
Every time I see these folks talking I realise there’s even more STUFF in the film that I hadn’t notice — mostly I was overwhelmed by the shapes and impression of crazy detail. The mostly-horseless carriage is the thing I keep thinking of when I try to recall the film’s inventiveness.
How this thing got made is in itself a wonder, and one that should give hope to lovers of mad film.