Not to beat a dead horse, but thinking about Gemma Chan delicately maneuvering around the idea of DWD being a feminist manifesto by saying there are “feminist strands” has just highlighted the wasted potential of this film to me.
A more astute film maker (and feminist) would have capitalized on the poignancy of the literal representation of forced pregnancy, (intended eventual) forced motherhood, and the lack of bodily autonomy depicted in the characters’ “reality”, especially in the wake of the current political climate.
So much could have been said about the cost of striving for heavily dated ideas of “perfection” that are based on nothing but a sense of inherited entitlement to privilege and ownership over women’s bodies; how the spread of cult-like thought and cult culture is expedited by modern technology and access.
So much could have been done to draw on the creepily parallel mindsets that still somehow exist nearly 100 years apart, and to hold a mirror to a sector of society that continues to push technological progress solely as a means of control, and without demanding of themselves the same speed when it comes to acceptance and progressive thought.
In conclusion, “feminist strands” was generous. How frustrating it must’ve been to be a woman in this film.









