I finally saw “The Social Network” yesterday. It was very well made. Excellent screenplay by Sorkin, deftly directed by David Fincher. Every performance was superb. The music, by Trent Reznor, was fantastic. But I don’t give a shit, because it was about horrible people, being horrible to each other. It was like getting slapped in the face by Clive Owen in a house built by Frank Lloyd Wright with Bach’s English Suites playing on the stereo; nice feng-shui/groovy feel and all, but you’re still getting slapped in the face.
I’d heard criticism of how women are portrayed in the film. If you haven’t seen in, they are portrayed as toilets; less than human by a wide, sad margin. I can’t imagine a defense for this; Sorkin plays with ostensibly “real” words and events to construct a compelling narrative, so why not “play” with the idea of one or two three dimensional female characters? (Wait, I thought of a legitimate defense: if you are fleshed out in “The Social Network,” you’re a screaming, reprehensible shitbag, so maybe one would rather remain in the barely animate 2-D role of paper towel that exists to catch semen)
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