I finally saw The Incredibles. It was good enough for a Saturday matinee. It looked good, the soundtrack was lively, the action was entertaining. But I was a little perturbed by some of the messages that the movie seemed to be espousing. Maybe it is just me because Sujan didn't feel quite the same way that I did.
But this is what I saw:
The three definite Jewish characters were either lawyers or a bumbling teacher. The money grubbing insurance boss might or might not be Jewish so I'll give the movie a pass on that one.
The dad Incredible has been emasculated and is rudderless. The damn society has cut off his balls and now he is miserable and doesn't know what to do with his life. His wife is all too happy to send him off to his soul crushing office job everyday in a quest to keep him in line. He wants to do something that matters, she wants him to be part of the system that makes him miserable.
All wives are doubting nags. Mrs. Incredible nags her husband the entire movie and picks on his life goals. Sam Jackson's wife is too busy nagging him about a ruined dinner to notice that their city is being attacked and he needs to help.
Even when Mrs. Incredible is running around and beating up bad guys in the second half of the movie, she momentarily stops to look at how big her ass has gotten in a mirror. What is that all about?
At the end, when the kids are finally allowed to excel amongst their peers and not hide their special abilities anymore, the boy becomes a track star. The girl? For all of her new found confidence, what do the writers reward her with? A boyfriend! Hooray!
And, of course, screw those damn mediocre kids who are ruining it for the smart, athletic kids.
The whole thing felt like a conservative's wet dream. Woe is the privileged white male. What victims they are. Boo hoo.
A scene from The Incredibles.
2 days ago