Because they will tell it like it is.
Post-screening Sundance Q&As are frequently gushy affairs, sometimes to the point of awkwardness… But last night’s The Killer Inside Me conversation veered off-script in a big way. The first question came from a woman in her 60s, who demanded to know how the film made it into the festival at all. She then proceeded to berate Sundance for the decision, her tirade going on for about 20 glorious seconds, during which it elicited some applause and far more jeers from the crowd. She then stormed out of the Eccles Theater. Director Michael Winterbottom, meanwhile, stood nonplussed at the dais. “Any … other questions?” the moderator asked.
The matter of the movie aside (it’s based on a Jim Thompson novel – I mean Stephen freaking King thinks he was over the top and he is not wrong!), it seems to me that women of my generation are shockingly easy to shut up. How many times have I or women I know chosen to just sit in passive silence, all the while seething on the inside with all these things we’d love to say, just in case verbalizing our true feelings would make us “look bad”.
We don’t want to be that crazy lady who yells at people, we don’t want to sound bitchy, what if someone makes a funny about hormones and periods, what if everybody laughs, it’s not nice to hurt people’s feelings, oh God people are going to judge me, etc.
And then there’s my mom’s generation – less educated, less privileged, less traveled, less almost everything. Except for balls. Piss them off and they will take. you. down. Maybe it comes out of fighting for everything that women like me take for granted coz it got served to me on a platter. If it’s age related, on the other hand, I can only hope it’s contagious.
Meanwhile, I want video of the Winterbottom takedown! Do not fail me, internet!