Showing posts with label Margaret Atwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Margaret Atwood. Show all posts

Sunday, April 8, 2018

April Sunday Corner with Lee Liberman: The Handmaid’s Tale, Season One




Genesis 30:
And when Rachel saw 
that she bore Jacob
no children, 
Rachel envied her 
sister and said 
unto Jacob, 
“Give me children, 
or else I die… " 
And she said, 
"Behold my maid Bilhah; 
go in unto her, 
and she shall bear 
upon my knees, 
that I may also have 
children by her. "

Margaret Atwood’s enduring 1985 novel retold on HULU will debut Season Two on April 25. The following is a review of Season One, already celebrated with Emmys, Golden Globes, and other awards. Show creator Bruce Miller (above), Colin Watkinson (cinematographer) and the early input of Reed Morano (director of the first three episodes and herself a cinematographer) have recreated the novelist’s vision of an America subverted by a religious cult with the same creepy authenticity of the novel. The headquarters of her dystopia (“a bad place”), Gilead, is Harvard, which began as a Puritan theological seminary in Cambridge, MA, 1636. Atwood takes us back to our 17th century Puritan roots and witch trials, and by inference, to misogyny through history. Misogyny darkens our thoughts still with ongoing threats to abortion and birth control and conflicts with theocratic Muslim regimes. Although Atwood penned her novel during the Reagan-era ascendance of the Christian right and Moral Majority, the story stays current.

Atwood (above) has said she did not include anything in her novel that has not already happened in real life or that may not be happening somewhere now. (Paying tribute to Atwood’s imagery, women demonstrated against anti-abortion legislation in several states and WDC in 2017 dressed as Handmaids; see photo at bottom.) Its resonance has led the novel to have been translated into 40 languages, made into film, opera, ballet, and couture fashion too.

The still-life color palate of Gilead is photographer Reed Morano’s distinctive contribution and its painterly quality gets trapped in your head like a memorable Vermeer (although relieved by flashbacks to pre-Gilead times, filmed naturalistically with hand held cameras). What sticks most is the deep red of body-shielding Handmaids’ cloaks  —  the color of prostitution, menstruation, the scarlet letter of adultery  —  and red lines of women under duress.

The premise here is of an unlivable America ruined by unnamed environmental catastrophes. Population and childbirth have plummeted, many adults are barren. Fundamentalist Christians have staged a coup, massacring U.S. leaders. To control reproduction, the regime segregates women according to their value — the fertile ones become Handmaids, parceled out as temporary property, fertility slaves, to powerful men and their barren wives for childbearing.


The Handmaids are indoctrinated by ‘Aunts’ who teach conformity and obedience alternating praise and torture (below).

Marthas are the domestics, Unwomen are designated to clean toxic waste; Gender Traitors (gay persons) are killed or tortured, and Jezebels are assigned to brothels for powerful men. Gilead is a curated place, says director Miller — inorganic and intentional.

The Handmaid of our tale, Offred, is played by Elizabeth Moss (Mad Men, Top of the Lake), choking us on Gilead and herself. Named for her “Commander” Fred, she is now ‘of’-‘fred’ (Joseph Fiennes, of the irresistible Shakespeare in Love ). Fred’s wife Serena Joy (Yvonne Strahovski) had been a gifted televangelist in the cult that brought about Gilead. She is now neither serene nor joyful having made no gain from the revolution. It insures that she sits mostly at home knitting for the child from her handmaid — an agent of her own oppression.

This apocalyptic Brave-New-World is qualified by Atwood’s intention to arouse sympathy and worry for her characters. In order to get inside Offred’s head, the camera smothers her closely. The effect is to convey the sense of claustrophobic entrapment by commander Fred and wife whose modus operandi is the holier-than-thou of a Mike Pence and a Phyllis Schlafly. Offred says, “Handmaids are two legged wombs, that’s all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.”

This is borne out by the most pious event in Gilead (above and below), a monthly ceremony recreating the biblical imagery of Jacob, Rachel, and her handmaid Bilbau. Fred reads a Bible verse; Offred lies between Serena Joy’s legs, her head in her mistress’s lap while Fred deposits sperm in Offred — a tableau filled with suppressed rage, jealousy, and shame.

A fourth character figures here, Fred and Serena Joy’s young driver, Nick, (Max Minghella). After months of the Handmaid’s failure to conceive, Serena Joy faults her husband and arranges for Nick to stand in for Fred during Offred’s fertile period. It leads to pregnancy and Offred’s first genuine emotion since her capture.

From here on, the action moves from her desperation to stay sane to hope and thoughts of escape. The novel and first TV series ends with uncertainty about the fates of Offred and the family of her own from which she had been abducted — Luke, her husband, who has made it to Canada, and their daughter, Hannah, now a captive of Gilead.  (Shown below, on the run before capture.) 

Season One reprises the essence of Margaret Atwood’s novel and ends like the novel with uncertainty. Atwood has collaborated with Bruce Miller for the next chapter in her characters’ lives, thus the new HULU series is a joint literary and media event.

As a footnote, one can’t help ruminate on the historically repetitive, seemingly endless parade of violence against women. Environmental causes have been put forward in the case of The Handmaid’s Tale, and there are genetic rationales: men oppress women because they can.

My own view puts these together with the thinking of British scholar Steve Taylor; he wrote in Psychology Today ( 8/2012) that women’s sexual power, perceived as inability to resist arousal in the face of temptation, affronts the male need for power and control. Misogyny, then, cut loose in civil or environmental disorder, may be revenge for testosterone-driven sexual drive.

The above post was written by our 
monthly correspondent, Lee Liberman.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

PAYBACK: Jennifer Baichwal's film of the book by Margaret Atwood explores debt, revenge and restitution -- from Albania to Florida tomato-pickers and the Gulf oil spill

How good to have -- in the midst of our monthly (if not weekly) documen-taries on the dire state of the planet Earth, so far as continued life for human beings is concerned -- a new one, PAYBACK, that is actually artful in its combination and use of subject matter and methodology. We might expect as much from Jennifer Baichwal, the woman who earlier gave us Act of God (the struck-by-lightning movie), Manufactured Landscapes (a documentary in which TrustMovies was somewhat disappointed) and the bizarre-but-eye-opening, not exactly a bio-doc Let It Come Down: The Life of Paul Bowles.

Ms Baichwal's method (the filmmaker is shown at right) is usually to come at her subject sidelong so that we're into it eventually but not perhaps in quite the way we would have initially imagined. Here she takes Ms Atwood's words literally, having the author speak to us from readings she gave in her original 2008 Massey Lecture Series or, more impromptu, sitting in her home and speaking quietly to the camera. That this does not last long is all to the good for Ms Atwood, as fine a writer as she is, is not much of a speaker. She tends to drone, so the little bit we hear is plenty.

What Ms Atwood (shown above) has to say, however, is urgent, thoughtful and well worth hearing and wrestling with. So Ms Baichwal gives this to us via talking heads (like the disgraced and formerly imprisoned Canadian media mogul Conrad Black, below)

and laboring bodies (the men, below, who pick tomatoes for a large Florida-based company). Prisons and prison life are also explored -- from the point of view of a wealthy man like Mr. Black and what he experienced, as well as from that of an immigrant/repeat offender.

In her most moving segments, Baichwal goes out to a man in prison, a drug addict who, as soon as he gets out of stir, goes right back to the same drugs and crime -- and so ends up behind bars again. His lament and sorrow for the pain he has caused an old woman whom he robbed (he tells us she was even a Holocaust survivor) seems hugely like a payback of sorts.

The filmmaker treks down to our gulf states to explore the left-overs from the BP oil catastrophe (above), and we hear from Casi Callaway of Mobile Baykeeper about the damages (some of them-- the use of chemical dispersants -- made worse by BP's post-spill actions). The film also spends a good deal of time in Albania, showing us the ongoing ramifications of a blood feud (this will seem very familiar to those who've recently viewed The Forgiveness of Blood) between families, one member of which is shown below. As usual, Baichwal seems less interested in any hard and fast investigation or where the truth might lie than in an even-handed plea for understanding between the participants. Good luck.

Early on, Ms Atwood takes the old cliché that crime does not pay, and tweaks it into something more meaningful to the times in which we now live: Crime does not pay its debt to society. Until it does, until it is forced to do so, we're on a downhill path away from justice and the necessary social good, and into... I shudder to ponder this.

A cynical friend of mine once told me that the entire history of civilization can be reduced to three words: Slaughter for tchotchkes. The still from the movie, above, reminded me of this idea and then of the documentary's choice of debt examples: political, moral, spiritual and financial. (I wish more time had been spent on the idea of the many ways that debt plays into the world's current financial crisis, but I guess Ms Baichwal's time and/or choices were limited, or perhaps Ms Atwood did not cover this subject at any length in her lectures or book.)

In any case, Payback (85 minutes, from Zeitgeist Films) opens this Wednesday, April 25, in New York City at Film Forum. (Click here for screening times and/or to purchase tickets). To see other currently scheduled playdates for the film, with cities and theaters, simply click here.

Note: Both Atwood and Baichwal will be making personal appearances at Film Forum on opening day, April 25, at the following screenings:  6:30pm and 8:20pm. In addition, Ms Baichwal will appear in person on Thursday, April 26, at the 8:20 screening.

All photos are from the film itself, 
except that of Ms Baichwal, which 
comes courtesy of The Walrus Magazine.