Yesterday, March 8, was International Women’s Day, a fact to which a Facebook friend alerted me. I need to mark March 8 down in my mental calendar, for outside of Facebook I saw no mention of International Women’s Day in media or online. I’d hoped I might read a reflection or two on the Opinion pages of cnn.com or The Guardian Online, or a list of outstanding and/or impactful female authors on Tor Publishing’s reactormag.com, but no. Of the media sites I frequent, only Rotten Tomatoes chose to honor the day with a list of Best Women-Directed Movies of the twenty-first century, which includes Anatomy of a Fall and Past Lives, which are nominated for major Academy Awards, and Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret, which should be.
My thoughts on International Women’s Day have been mingling with my thoughts on the Oscars, set to air tomorrow night (3/10), as when I reflect on the women in or close to the public eye who have inspired me most, they’re nearly always the women who make art — and I mean art in its broadest sense, encompassing not only painting, drawing, and sculpture but novels, poems, short stories, musical compositions of all kinds, film, and television. Female screenwriters and directors are among my pantheon of heroines. Justine Triet (writer-director of Anatomy of a Fall) and Celine Song (writer-director of Past Lives), even if you don’t go home with Oscars, I honor you in my heart.
Also among the nominees is Maestro, a biopic of composer Leonard Bernstein, directed by and starring Bradley Cooper. It might be a very good film; its Best Picture nomination and Certified Fresh rating on Rotten Tomatoes suggest it is (although, at 79%, it’s the lowest ranked among the Best Picture nominees. And I admire Bernstein’s work, especially his score for West Side Story. Yet I can’t summon the slightest desire to see Maestro, as I’ve pretty much lost patience with the oft-told tale it tells, of the Erratic and Self-Absorbed Male Creative Genius and His Less Gifted, Long-Suffering (TM) Wife. (In the 1991 coming-of-age movie Paradise, young Thora Birch, wondering aloud what the adults around her mean when they describe a female acquaintance as “long-suffering,” notes, “They never say it about men.”)
Reviewers of Maestro have mentioned that Carey Mulligan, as Felicia Montealegre Bernstein, gives a great performance (she’s nominated for Best Actress) and that the narrative does take the time to show her as a complex and interesting figure who does more than just suffer her husband’s whims. That’s good to know. Yet, sadly, history has already told the story. Bernstein’s compositions have made an impact that will last for generations to come, while the only reason anyone knows anything about Mrs. Bernstein is because she’s, well, Mrs. Bernstein, the not-quite-as-great woman in the shadow of the great man. This kind of story has been told very well, my favorite iteration being Anais Mitchell’s sublime musical Hadestown. Yet I’m just so darn tired of it, especially when Hollywood so rarely flips the script.
This isn’t to say that we never see good movies about women of creative genius. In 2016 we saw two such films, the Emily Dickinson biopic A Quiet Passion and Maudie, about folk artist Maud Lewis. Yet there’s no long-suffering man in Dickinson’s life; as a single woman, she’s free to compose haunting, profound poems, isolate herself, and slowly lose her sanity without forfeiting the audience’s sympathy or admiration. As for Maudie, even though she’s the creative one in the marriage, she’s still a put-upon wife, enduring her husband’s mercurial temper and jealousy. Biopics, of course, must at least appear to stay true to history, but the fictional depictions the movies give us of women who make art tend to be worse. Little Women (1994 and 2019) and Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) notwithstanding, there’s a long tradition of portraying their drive to create (as opposed to procreate) as wrongheaded, if not downright unnatural. Sometimes she’s a straight-up monster with ice in her veins (e.g. 1941’s The Great Lie, 2011’s Young Adult, 2023’s Tar); other times, she’s made to pay for her misguided priorities with her life (e.g. 1948’s The Red Shoes). A man may be forgiven for putting his art ahead of his personal relationships — he’s a genius, after all, and the world would be poorer without his efforts — but for a woman, it’s a deadly sin.
Yet all is far from gloom and doom in this Women’s History Month, for despite the mixed messages our popular culture sends us, women still make good art.
Tony winner Anais Mitchell, Oscar winner and nominee Billie Eilish, Victoria Monet, Ashlie Amber, Gracie Abrams, Keturah Allgood, the Shindellas, Corook, Tyla, Tate McRae, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, Rihanna, Ariana Grande, and many other ladies are still making music.
Women like Justine Triet, Celine Song, Kelly Fremon Craig, Raine Allen Miller, Sammi Cohen, Laurel Parmet, Charlotte Regan, Nicole Holofcener, Noora Niasari, A.V. Rockwell, Domee Shi, Gina Prince-Bythewood, Sarah Polley, Jane Campion, Kathryn Bigelow, Greta Gerwig, Sian Heder, Ava DuVernay, Cathy Brady, Heidi Ewing, Fernanda Valadez, Jasmila Zbanic, Chloe Zhao, and Emerald Fennell still make movies.
And Juliet Marillier, Kate Elliott, Kate Forsyth, Shannon Chakraborty, Sharon Shinn, Madeline Miller, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Naomi Novik, Saara El-Arifi, Tasha Suri, Alix E. Harrow, Katherine Arden, C.M. Waggoner, Robin Hobb, Lois McMaster Bujold, Margaret Rogerson, Jordan Ifueko, N.K. Jemision, Nnedi Okorafor, Claire North, Jennifer Saint, Natalie Haynes, Genevieve Gornichec, and many other fantastically talented women are still writing insightful and moving works of SFF.
Happy International Women’s Day from the Gray Geek Lady.