i find it incredibly interesting (read: predictable) that when i read negative reviews about sharp objects that itās either too slow, or the ending felt cheap, i see that theyāre written by men. in turn, every positive article iāve seen has been written by a woman ā and those reviews take it a step beyond positive, calling the finale āthe best hour of televisionā or praising the show as a masterpiece. and i think thereās something so fascinating about how a show about womenās pain and trauma and the violence they commit against themselves and each other is so easily dismissed by men. we are always invited to stand in a male characterās shoes, to slip into his skin and understand why he rages or kills or cries. but with women, and especially the women of sharp objects, there seems to be no desire to do so. thereās criticism of camilleās journalistic integrity, of how she responds to a lifetime of abuse, of every choice she makes. in a strange way, the reaction to the show has held up a mirror to the work itself: the idea of a violent woman is easily dismissed and written off; she is an anomaly, and one not worth empathizing with. in a world of television and movies violence, men seem to only care about violence committed against women, not violence women inflict themselves.
Such an amazing anylsis, and so true
