"Barbie" Review (Comedy, High Concept)
For years I have bemoaned the state of the modern theatrical climate. The shameless IP gravedigging in aim of profit has reached a point to where even the general public has grown tired, but this year, two saviours seemingly emerged in the form of Barbenheimer. I love seeing people excited about going out to the theaters and passionately supporting (semi) original, artistically inspired work, but in this case, despite all my visceral and emotional enjoyment, despite the endless parade of marketing and internet buzz, I struggle with the execution and branding of this one. I greatly enjoyed the viewing experience, but I question how much of this was earned and how much gained by force, and how much potential was lost in its style.
This is a film by and for women, so naturally there is a crucial element to it that I could not truly understand, but I don’t think I am alone in the sentiment that this film was not radical nor transgressive. For all its well intentioned concepts and jabs, it exercises its ideas firmly within broad capitalist filmmaking, only offering us glimmers of something truly insightful or bold. Misogyny is observed at the absolute surface level through cartoonish setpieces and didactic, heavy-handed dialogue talking down to the audience. As much as I can’t stand this Adam Mckay style of writing, I feel this approach could have been effective in moderation.
The construction of Barbieland, particularly the opening ten minutes or so, is nothing short of spectacular, both in concept and design. The Barbies occupy a pink paradise, a perfect bubble where they believe they have solved all gender issues for the world with the success of their brand, but one day Barbie begins to have doubts and thoughts of death so she must travel to the real world. This sequence demonstrating the perfection of Barbieland and then twisting it (Truman Show - style) is colored in beautiful camp, delicious set design, and a dance sequence so joyous it instantly won me over. Emotionally at least, I was along for the ride, and excited to see the contrast between Barbie’s colourful naivete and the dull brutality of the human world and all that could be explored there. So you could imagine my disappointment when this opportunity is promptly squandered in favor of more blatant setpieces and borderline insulting dialogue.
On Venice beach, Barbie doesn’t make it a few seconds without getting her ass slapped by some guy. Ken talks to a businessman off to corporate work who says, “Oh no it’s still the patriarchy, we’ve just gotten better at hiding it.” And on and on. With this endless barrage of cartoonish stand-ins, the dial of believability both emotionally and logically is pushed so far, separated from reality so extremely there is little hope in caring for the boilerplate characters pushing the main events (the mother and daughter archetypes) And it isn’t as if any valuable commentary is happening in place of this missing core.
The construction of Barbieland, particularly the opening ten minutes or so, is nothing short of spectacular, both in concept and design. The Barbies occupy a pink paradise, a perfect bubble where they believe they have solved all gender issues for the world with the success of their brand, but one day Barbie begins to have doubts and thoughts of death so she must travel to the real world. This sequence demonstrating the perfection of Barbieland and then twisting it (Truman Show - style) is colored in beautiful camp, delicious set design, and a dance sequence so joyous it instantly won me over. Emotionally at least, I was along for the ride, and excited to see the contrast between Barbie’s colourful naivete and the dull brutality of the human world and all that could be explored there. So you could imagine my disappointment when this opportunity is promptly squandered in favor of more blatant setpieces and borderline insulting dialogue.
On Venice beach, Barbie doesn’t make it a few seconds without getting her ass slapped by some guy. Ken talks to a businessman off to corporate work who says, “Oh no it’s still the patriarchy, we’ve just gotten better at hiding it.” And on and on. With this endless barrage of cartoonish stand-ins, the dial of believability both emotionally and logically is pushed so far, separated from reality so extremely there is little hope in caring for the boilerplate characters pushing the main events (the mother and daughter archetypes) And it isn’t as if any valuable commentary is happening in place of this missing core.
And so I am massively conflicted towards Barbie. Every bone in my body wanted to love it in the theater, but I cannot ignore the glaring issues with its script and design no matter how dazzling it may be in the moment. I can’t help but feel that this massive opportunity was only realized to half of its potential; held back by misguided direction. I don’t think I will stop thinking about it for a long time, but I do not want to revisit it anytime soon.











