The
film Idiocracy naturally focuses upon
matters of consumerism and the limits of governmental development, but what I
found fascinating was how its dystopian future both criticized patriarchy and re-instilled
it, as well as how it addressed race in a surprisingly retrograde manner. In
this vein, the film provides rich material for discussion of gender and racial
politics beyond its clear critique of consumption and the devaluing of
intelligence.
Firstly,
in terms of gender politics, the film often wants to have its cake (or Carls.
Jr, as the case may be) and consume it too. On the one hand, the rampant
patriarchy and objectification of women present in this dystopian future is
critically presented as a consequence of a society in decline, where substance
has fallen pray to surface. Moreover, this society privileges bodily needs and
indeed, much of the humor in the film emerges from these sources. The men
retreating to their base sexual needs are exemplary of this de-volution and
return to primal, essentially animalistic interactions between the sexes. We
can also observe this in the arena scene, where crude battle between the erect,
dominating monster trucks stand tall against the flaccid appendage attached to
Joe’s rusty small car. The phallic nature of this exchange seems to reassert
the importance of masculinity in the future in the most exaggerated manner. Though
this all enables a relatively potent critique, it is still at the price of
abhorrent objectification of the female protagonist. Instead of correcting the
fellow idiot’s assumptions that he has copulated with her, Joe agrees with them
and essentially does nothing to change these paradigms. Significantly, Joe’s
most naïve/unintelligent moment stems from the repeated incidents where he
believes the prostitute is actually a painter; here the only time where Joe can
be said to be on par with the obliviousness of the rest of society is when he
misreads the girl’s promiscuity. Her final decision to stay in the dystopia,
where as a woman she is subject to rampant objectification, seems to suggest
that her old life was even worse, and leaves her with essentially minimal
choices.
In
terms of race, Idiocracy pushes the agenda
for white superiority even further. It is far from a coincidence that the
future president is African American, of course, but what’s shocking is how
elements of black culture are appropriated and repositioned to signify
stupidity in this bleak future. The president speaks in taglines and slang,
wears glamorous outfits more suited to rap artists than government officials,
and essentially engages congress in a gathering that resembles a chaotic party
(not the political kind). At a very base level, the film sets itself up so that
an average white male rescues the government and replaces its inferior leader
with himself in a coup that is done for the betterment of mankind. Joe’s
standard intelligence in the future allows him to be the most intelligent man
on earth, but the ‘white man saves the day’ parable here is so overt that it
oversteps the border of acceptability into offensiveness. Naturally, the entire
film plays on stereotypes and exaggerates them for impact but its implication
that the ‘correct’ or ‘adequate’ citizen is the white male reminds us, --as
Kaplan and Grewal do in particular – about how neoliberal discourses are accessible
to particular subjects and thus are inherently gendered, classed, and racialized.
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