So, this is the first post in a series dedicated to the male form in classic film. From the rugged pure Americana of Kirk Douglas to the French angel with a touch of darkness, Alain Delon.
Watching a lot of classic cinema you tend to develop crushes or full blown obsessions with certain stars, some last a lifetime, others are as refreshing and brief as a summer fling. If you’re anything like me you also have certain categories. The eternal husband (Paul Newman), the volatile affair (Kirk Douglas), the man you turn to when you’re in the mood to dominate (George Brent). Then there is Gene Kelly.
An auteur in his own right bringing an undeniable masculinity, talent, and some serious sex appeal to some of the greatest musicals ever to grace the silver screen. Whenever I’m feeling down or in the mood to dance or feel celebratory I turn to Gene Kelly. He radiates such an incredible, infectious joy.
Just look at him!
But, what I want to talk about is his ass.
This post isn’t just about appreciating Kelly’s assets but taking a good look at the objectification of the male form specifically from a heterosexual
horndog lovely young woman like me. Seems like the male form is being more appreciated now more than ever on the silver screen a la Magic Mike…my only gripe being the extreme lack of chest hair. The gaze has shifted.
You may be asking how can I condone objectifying men when I abhor how women have been for ages? Here are a few reasons:
1. I want to combat the blatant bullshit that women “don’t like to look” and sex isn’t something that women care that much about. Have you met me and my fellow pixie vixens?
2. Furthermore, men’s objectification of women is far more harmful than vice-versa. Some proof to this is that “women do not harass men on the street, hire as many prostitutes, or think that a ‘titty bar’ for lunch is an excellent business get-together. Similarly, women don’t typically view men as nothing more than a sexy thing only good for a fuck.”
3. Unlike many women, “men do not have trouble being taken seriously based on their looks or perceived sexiness, nor is their worth in society primarily judged by them.” Moreover, men will not be told throughout their lives that “their primary value is based on whether women want to fuck them. They will not be paid less on the dollar, or subject to violence in representation or acts. They will not be treated like meat or chattel.”
Are these justifications? Maybe. This is a complicated issue after all. But instead of making my head hurt with gender relations and the conflicting desire to objectify men, I am just going to watch Gene Kelly dance in some really tight ass pants.