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Necessary Nudity (in movies)

04.30.07 | art/books, commentary | 11 Comments

1) I am for free speech (free as in “paid for by a soldier;” nothing is every really “free”).

2) I am for self-censorship (though if you’d heard what Sally was parroting last night, you might not believe that).

1a) I am for movie directors directing whatever the heck they want.

2a) I am for my being able to edit the movies I see.

On Friday night, Dick and I watched Children of Men, edited, courtesy of our ClearPlay DVD player. If I am mistaken about any plot points, I apologize; the editing our filter does is smooth, but it is obvious when something is omitted. Children of Men is a bleak dystopian flick about a future when no women get pregnant and there is great immigrant, etc, unrest. It was moving in that a few characters sacrifice much to protect the woman, Kee (get it, she’s the key), who is pregnant and needs sanctuary.

What I quibble with is what they chose to show and neglected to show about her pregnancy and post-pregnancy. In the scene where Kee reveals her pregnancy to the hero Theo, she strips completely. This is meant to be the opposite of pornographic — a celebration of fertility and maternity and beauty. And it might have been, if another image of fertility and maternity and beauty had accompanied it.

After Kee labors and delivers amid gunfire and hostility, she and Theo are on the run, including in a small boat at the very end, for the rest of the movie. Several times, the baby cries; sometimes her crying is a counterpoint to the gunfire and music. Sometimes, the baby is hungry! Upset! Needing her mommy! What does a mother do when her baby cries? She nurses her. She reveals her breast to her crying child and succors her, comforts her. Not once in that stretch did Kee nurse her baby.

Now, if someone informs me that it was my ClearPlay DVD player that selectively edited this, it’ll go in the trash today. But I don’t think this is the case. What I think is that we have a supremely screwed up sense of what is appropriate.

One of my favorite movies, A Room with a View, has some necessary nudity in it (despite what my scandalized sister might say). Upon meeting George Emerson for the first time, Freddie invites him to come for a swim in a pond. They strip, and jump in. Spot and Cecil surprise them and get an eyeful of some male private parts (hmmm, I should watch this again in light of the circumcision debate; I’m rather uneducated in some matters).

This is nudity at its finest — an expression of joy in nature and innocent fun and unstuffiness, and … If we could have some more of the right kind of nudity in film, perhaps we could dispense with the gratuitous kind.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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