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The Girl With the Pink Star Earring: The Transformational Gaze of ‘Revenge’ [Through Her Eyes]

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In my introductory Through Her Eyes column, I grappled with the rape-revenge genre and looked at how these films can be reclaimed as narratives about feminine power. Now, I want to delve into a specific example of a new kind of rape-revenge film, ones directed by women that work to create narratives about feminine power from the start.

Perhaps the most prominent example is Coralie Fargeat’s 2018 film, Revenge, a movie about power found in a bodily transformation in reverse, while also speaking to the need for a more nuanced portrayal of sexuality. I believe Revenge adopts what I’m calling a transformational gaze— a gaze that actively questions the spectator’s position and makes them an active participant in protagonist Jen’s objectification, rape, attempted murder, and eventual transformation—to convey Fargeat’s goal of changing how the female body is perceived and taking control of an already controlling gaze.

This transformational gaze actively interrogates the viewer’s position and forces them to rethink how they are viewing the female body as Jen’s own body transforms throughout the narrative. Fargeat accomplishes this by taking control of the spectator through the use of the camera and showing them how they are seeing Jen’s body. At times this can seem to be subjecting Jen to the male gaze, but it is in attempts to guide the spectator through a journey that makes them see the body differently. Only by utilizing the typical controlling male gaze of rape-revenge films is Fargeat able to try to take control of this type of narrative. Importantly, these quick cuts and closeups of the body are utilized later in the film when her ruined body is revealed. Fargeat begins with a predatory male gaze to set expectations of how the female body should be viewed and then subverts that expectation as Jen’s body undergoes a violent transformation.

The first stage of Revenge’s transformational gaze aligns the spectator with the sinister and consuming male gaze of Jen’s boyfriend and his friends. This predatory gaze is often seen in rape-revenge films, but it is attributed to strange men who have no relationship with the female protagonist. In Revenge, however, this threat is much closer as the gaze is attributed to her lover and acquaintances, people she presumably trusts, portraying a much more threatening reality unfolding in the vacation home. From its opening scenes, Revenge is aware of its gaze and intentional with its camera movement, utilizing techniques typically associated with the male gaze, such as viewing the female body in parts through closeup, to construct a sinister gaze that views the female body as site/sight of sexual spectacle.

The predatory gaze is first introduced as the film introduces the protagonist Jen (Matilda Lutz). When Jen’s full body is revealed, she is sucking on a lollipop and is clad in a short hot pink skirt that accentuates her long tan legs, to say nothing of how these shades of pink highlight her long blonde hair. In this short sequence, it becomes obvious that Jen is viewed in sections, with the camera focusing on the parts it deems the most sexual; in this case, her legs and lips. Jen is set up as a sexual character, ticking all the boxes of the stereotypical hyper-feminine figure before she has even said a line of dialogue. Fargeat specifically curates the idea of the “to-be-looked-at-ness” of Jen’s body through the quick cutting camera. However, instead of trying to eliminate the artifice of the apparatus and editing techniques, Fargeat makes sure to draw attention to their presence, purposefully drawing attention to how the female body is consumed.

The predatory male gaze then shifts around Jen’s rape, which is barely shown; instead, the camera focuses on the complicit man who allows the rape to occur. Instead of happening on the forest floor like in both versions of I Spit On Your Grave, Jen is assaulted in her bedroom, which constructs a further sense of violation and personal link to her assault as an intimate space is invaded. The camera views the bedroom in a long shot, showing a naked Jen getting dressed. There is no torture and egregious humiliation at the hands of a group of strangers, like what’s seen in I Spit On Your Grave. Rather it is a cold, tense conversation where a friend of Jen’s boyfriend, Stan (Vincent Colombe), demands answers and action from Jen, who is trapped in a corner, both literally and figuratively. As the conversation escalates, both stand up from the bed, and Jen tries to escape. But instead, Stan slams Jen against the glass door and begins to take what he believes is his. As he begins to take off his pants to rape Jen, the camera moves into closeup, focusing on Jen’s crotch. But now, instead of it being a moment of fantasy, it is a moment of perverse action, where the male gaze is now being implemented into violent action. However, the assault, and realization of fantasy, is delayed as another friend Dimitri (Guillaume Bouchède) enters the room.

This is where the sequence shifts from sexualizing Jen’s body to making the male body grotesque. As Dimitri stares at the scene in front of him, the camera moves to a closeup of his mouth, slowly chewing chocolate and marshmallow, a nauseating mash of sugar that grinds underneath his teeth. Aside from the quite literal metaphor about consumption, his body is presented in a similar way to Jen not to sexualize him, but to make his body grotesque. If the spectator is to revel in closeups of perfect legs, stomachs, and breasts, then they must revel in closeups of the grotesque, too. As the camera cuts to a medium-long shot, the spectator is now aligned with Dimitri as he leaves the room and shuts the door behind him, sealing Jen’s fate.

This refusal to show more than a few seconds of her rape is Revenge’s most unique quality. The majority of rape-revenge films, including both versions of I Spit On Your Grave, spend agonizing minutes showing a woman’s torture and rape, reveling in the destruction of her screaming body. In these moments, the male gaze is most prevalent as the spectator is often invited to align their perspectives with the rapists, which can make them active participants in the woman’s rape. However, Fargeat moves away from the violent spectacle and instead has the spectator identify with the complicit man, who witnesses the beginning of the rape then leaves the room. The spectator is denied seeing the violation of Jen’s body and is instead made complicit to the act, rather than active, which changes the usual gaze utilized in these moments. The focus shifts from the sexualized female body to the grotesque male body, openly questioning the need to revel in a woman’s rape and torture to justify her eventual revenge; the spectator does not need to experience 20 or more minutes of rape to understand how violating it is to be raped.

Up until this point in Revenge, the spectator has been implicated in Jen’s objectification and assault. The camera works to align them primarily with the male characters as they take what they want from her. However, the spectator’s gaze is thrown into turmoil after her rape as they are introduced to her ruined body and are more aligned with her perspective; no longer is she the hyper-feminized lolita figure of the film’s beginning, but an abject body oozing blood. This is not to say that her body is ruined when she is raped. Rather, it is ruined when she is pushed off a cliff by Richard. Her body is impaled on a tree, a phallic branch penetrating her perfect stomach, as if she hasn’t been forcibly penetrated enough. She miraculously survives the fall and in attempts to care for her wounds, Jen performs self-surgery. She then brands herself with a beer can to cauterize the wound, leaving her stomach scarred and marked with the image of a giant eagle. Even though her body is in the process of transforming from the image of hypersexuality to the image of trauma, the camera does not let the spectator look away from her injuries, as if to say, “if you wanted to look at her when she was sexualized, you must look at her in this state, too.”

There seems to be a contradiction in my argument here as Jen’s transformed body is still undressed; wouldn’t it seem to be a sexualized body because it is not covered up? Fargeat addressed this in an interview, saying:

From the beginning to the end, she’s in a way the same person; she just inhabits her body in a different way and uses it in a different way. I wanted her body to be the center of the story from the beginning to the end. That’s why it was also important for me that she doesn’t cover up in the second half. I didn’t want to convey the idea that she was going to be strong because she now has clothes on.

Jen may be undressed, but it does not mean she is sexualized; this undressed body that is covered in dirt, and adorned in a tattered bra, shows a form of empowerment in the seemingly eroticized, or at least naked, body. The final reveal of her body solidifies this fact as the camera unapologetically shows every inch of her body, rather than the quick cuts seen in the beginning. It mimics the male gaze seen in the beginning of both versions of I Spit On Your Grave, but in the case of Revenge, her body is presented differently in terms of aesthetics. The camera slowly circles around her body while moving up, fully revealing this new version of her body. The spectator is shown every angle and inch of Jen’s “new” body, which bears no resemblance to her previous body except for her pink star earrings. This small reminder shows us that, even through the transformative rape-revenge process that typically renders the female protagonist into a totally different being, Jen holds onto a part of her past self, which illustrates that there is no need to completely let go of femininity to show power. As she begins to hunt her prey, we see through her eyes as she places binoculars to her face. This perspective, paired with the image of her transformed and quasi-weaponized body, shows that she is now in control. She is on her way to enact her revenge.

Fargeat does not see clothing as an item that connotes sexuality vs non-sexuality. An unclothed woman can still have agency and power without becoming a sex object; Revenge offers a more nuanced portrayal of sexual power that doesn’t just come from seducing men. Jen’s body is exposed, but instead of being beautiful and immaculate, her body is a reminder of her past sexuality and the new ruined body; her wounds are exposed, not hidden which is why this version of the abject body is so different from previous rape-revenge films. Her bright pink earrings serve as a reminder of her femininity; no matter what she experiences, these symbols of her past gleam underneath her blood-soaked hair. Her sexuality should not be viewed as shameful or something that needs to be erased. Instead, sexuality is wielded as a weapon.

While I have used the transformational gaze to discuss how the camera has the spectator view the female body in Revenge, this term could have a dual meaning when applied to the subgenre to describe how both the spectator and female protagonist transform while viewing these more recent rape-revenge films. These stages of Revenge’s transformational gaze exemplify how it is a film that functions within existing conventions to create something that reflects a more current cultural moment. In this era of #MeToo and #TimesUp, Revenge marks a shift in how women-directed horror films depict rape and revenge in a different light.

It is not only about spectacle anymore but also about confronting previous methods of exploitation; and more importantly, rewriting them for a more contemporary context.

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‘Amityville Karen’ Is a Weak Update on ‘Serial Mom’ [Amityville IP]

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Twice a month Joe Lipsett will dissect a new Amityville Horror film to explore how the “franchise” has evolved in increasingly ludicrous directions. This is “The Amityville IP.”

A bizarre recurring issue with the Amityville “franchise” is that the films tend to be needlessly complicated. Back in the day, the first sequels moved away from the original film’s religious-themed haunted house storyline in favor of streamlined, easily digestible concepts such as “haunted lamp” or “haunted mirror.”

As the budgets plummeted and indie filmmakers capitalized on the brand’s notoriety, it seems the wrong lessons were learned. Runtimes have ballooned past the 90-minute mark and the narratives are often saggy and unfocused.

Both issues are clearly on display in Amityville Karen (2022), a film that starts off rough, but promising, and ends with a confused whimper.

The promise is embodied by the tinge of self-awareness in Julie Anne Prescott (The Amityville Harvest)’s screenplay, namely the nods to John Waters’ classic 1994 satire, Serial Mom. In that film, Beverly Sutphin (an iconic Kathleen Turner) is a bored, white suburban woman who punished individuals who didn’t adhere to her rigid definition of social norms. What is “Karen” but a contemporary equivalent?

In director/actor Shawn C. Phillips’ film, Karen (Lauren Francesca) is perpetually outraged. In her introductory scenes, she makes derogatory comments about immigrants, calls a female neighbor a whore, and nearly runs over a family blocking her driveway. She’s a broad, albeit familiar persona; in many ways, she’s less of a character than a caricature (the living embodiment of the name/meme).

These early scenes also establish a fairly straightforward plot. Karen is a code enforcement officer with plans to shut down a local winery she has deemed disgusting. They’re preparing for a big wine tasting event, which Karen plans to ruin, but when she steals a bottle of cursed Amityville wine, it activates her murderous rage and goes on a killing spree.

Simple enough, right?

Unfortunately, Amityville Karen spins out of control almost immediately. At nearly every opportunity, Prescott’s screenplay eschews narrative cohesion and simplicity in favour of overly complicated developments and extraneous characters.

Take, for example, the wine tasting event. The film spends an entire day at the winery: first during the day as a band plays, then at a beer tasting (???) that night. Neither of these events are the much touted wine-tasting, however; that is actually a private party happening later at server Troy (James Duval)’s house.

Weirdly though, following Troy’s death, the party’s location is inexplicably moved to Karen’s house for the climax of the film, but the whole event plays like an afterthought and features a litany of characters we have never met before.

This is a recurring issue throughout Amityville Karen, which frequently introduces random characters for a scene or two. Karen is typically absent from these scenes, which makes them feel superfluous and unimportant. When the actress is on screen, the film has an anchor and a narrative drive. The scenes without her, on the other hand, feel bloated and directionless (blame editor Will Collazo Jr., who allows these moments to play out interminably).

Compounding the issue is that the majority of the actors are non-professionals and these scenes play like poorly performed improv. The result is long, dull stretches that features bad actors talking over each other, repeating the same dialogue, and generally doing nothing to advance the narrative or develop the characters.

While Karen is one-note and histrionic throughout the film, at least there’s a game willingness to Francesca’s performance. It feels appropriately campy, though as the film progresses, it becomes less and less clear if Amityville Karen is actually in on the joke.

Like Amityville Cop before it, there are legit moments of self-awareness (the Serial Mom references), but it’s never certain how much of this is intentional. Take, for example, Karen’s glaringly obvious wig: it unconvincingly fails to conceal Francesca’s dark hair in the back, but is that on purpose or is it a technical error?

Ultimately there’s very little to recommend about Amityville Karen. Despite the game performance by its lead and the gentle homages to Serial Mom’s prank call and white shoes after Labor Day jokes, the never-ending improv scenes by non-professional actors, the bloated screenplay, and the jittery direction by Phillips doom the production.

Clocking in at an insufferable 100 minutes, Amityville Karen ranks among the worst of the “franchise,” coming in just above Phillips’ other entry, Amityville Hex.

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The Amityville IP Awards go to…

  • Favorite Subplot: In the afternoon event, there’s a self-proclaimed “hot boy summer” band consisting of burly, bare-chested men who play instruments that don’t make sound (for real, there’s no audio of their music). There’s also a scheming manager who is skimming money off the top, but that’s not as funny.
  • Least Favorite Subplot: For reasons that don’t make any sense, the winery is also hosting a beer tasting which means there are multiple scenes of bartender Alex (Phillips) hoping to bring in women, mistakenly conflating a pint of beer with a “flight,” and goading never before seen characters to chug. One of them describes the beer as such: “It looks like a vampire menstruating in a cup” (it’s a gold-colored IPA for the record, so…no).
  • Amityville Connection: The rationale for Karen’s killing spree is attributed to Amityville wine, whose crop was planted on cursed land. This is explained by vino groupie Annie (Jennifer Nangle) to band groupie Bianca (Lilith Stabs). It’s a lot of nonsense, but it is kind of fun when Annie claims to “taste the damnation in every sip.”
  • Neverending Story: The film ends with an exhaustive FIVE MINUTE montage of Phillips’ friends posing as reporters in front of terrible green screen discussing the “killer Karen” story. My kingdom for Amityville’s regular reporter Peter Sommers (John R. Walker) to return!
  • Best Line 1: Winery owner Dallas (Derek K. Long), describing Karen: “She’s like a walking constipation with a hemorrhoid”
  • Best Line 2: Karen, when a half-naked, bleeding woman emerges from her closet: “Is this a dream? This dream is offensive! Stop being naked!”
  • Best Line 3: Troy, upset that Karen may cancel the wine tasting at his house: “I sanded that deck for days. You don’t just sand a deck for days and then let someone shit on it!”
  • Worst Death: Karen kills a Pool Boy (Dustin Clingan) after pushing his head under water for literally 1 second, then screeches “This is for putting leaves on my plants!”
  • Least Clear Death(s): The bodies of a phone salesman and a barista are seen in Karen’s closet and bathroom, though how she killed them are completely unclear
  • Best Death: Troy is stabbed in the back of the neck with a bottle opener, which Karen proceeds to crank
  • Wannabe Lynch: After drinking the wine, Karen is confronted in her home by Barnaby (Carl Solomon) who makes her sign a crude, hand drawn blood contract and informs her that her belly is “pregnant from the juices of his grapes.” Phillips films Barnaby like a cross between the unhoused man in Mulholland Drive and the Mystery Man in Lost Highway. It’s interesting, even if the character makes absolutely no sense.
  • Single Image Summary: At one point, a random man emerges from the shower in a towel and excitedly poops himself. This sequence perfectly encapsulates the experience of watching Amityville Karen.
  • Pray for Joe: Many of these folks will be back in Amityville Shark House and Amityville Webcam, so we’re not out of the woods yet…

Next time: let’s hope Christmas comes early with 2022’s Amityville Christmas Vacation. It was the winner of Fangoria’s Best Amityville award, after all!

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