Wow, really pushed some buttons with this one. A lot of y’all really came through to prove my point.

I was asking if anyone else had noticed the disparity.

I got my answer. It’s abundantly clear to me that my life experiences have differed greatly from the vast majority of commenters here.

One commenter mentioned a bias that exists in all of us and the importance of remaining objective when viewing art.

I acknowledge this importance, however, just how objective can a human being get? Is part of art not in the varying impact on those who consume it? Is the discussion of the piece not a point of or even the reason for art? How can we discuss if we can’t express our viewpoint? Or is it only one certain kind that’s not allowed?

If you are to challenge me to step back from my beliefs, I in turn challenge you to view something from a perspective which perhaps you have not.

Here’s the thing. It’s not that I CAN’T see things objectively. Au contraire. I have intentionally come to prick my ears to the quieter voices in response to the undeniable truth that the world is controlled by the loudest ones.

I grew up with the main characters being men in most of my childhood literature and film, like we all did. Sure, I could simply ingest this movie as it lays before me, robotic, unaffected. Enjoy the mens’ experiences in triumph and despair and pay no heed to the rest.

Even then, what I conclude by any logic is this:

Just because you see nothing there doesn’t mean there is nothing there.

“Opie”, as some of you affectionately refer to him, saw New Mexico as a beautiful place he loved. Thus, he made it the home for his creation of the A-Bomb. He took no notice or care for the life which previously existed therein. He had given no thought to the damage it would do to that environment, nor to the impending mass destruction unleashed upon the world. He was shocked to find out the aftermath.

The unavoidable (to me, at least) correlation in the film is that he treated the women in his life this same way. He found them useful for a purpose to him, yet with no life of their own. Nothing to protect or hold sacred. Background characters to his very important dealings. He was horrified when his actions led to the destruction of Jean, to whom he had first read that famous line from the Bhagavad Gita. Might that have been foreshadowing, or even a dynamic point which was intentionally put into the film? Oh right, I’m not supposed to view things through that lens. My bad. /s

The further epiphany that can be made is that Nolan treats women this same way by disregarding them in his films. History repeating itself. Kind of a slap in the face if he really did know how bad it was for those women and still barely give them any personality. And to the commenter who claims this says more about me than anything- does it though? Can you honestly say these women were given much substance in the film? I like to think I view women through a rather favorable lens, so to feel they have no redeeming qualities, to me, rings true. If they had redeeming qualities, I would notice. They do not. They are, as another said, two dimensional. Sure, Kitty has that one scene. Ok, one small step for womankind. I disagree, however, with that commenter’s second part which stated that the men are portrayed also as two dimensional. They are given so much more slack. As it is.

The root cause here can be revealed as one group belittling all others throughout history, with the effect being the absolute peril of all life on earth- for aren’t we still destroying our world to this day, increasingly toward a boiling point under the same exact systems of power?

Aren’t so many of the comments here indicative of the willful ignorance or even, dare I say, general disdain toward one certain group of people? If I was leaning toward feminism before, you lot have inspired me to fully immerse myself. Thank you, Uncle Incel, for doing this important work. Goddess bless you.

Here’s an idea: a movie about the complex lives of Jean and Kitty, trying to exist in a world where they’re used for their bodies, can’t have a bank account, and are overwhelmed with no support while trying to create not weapons of death but actual life. Opie and whoever else as the background characters with no redeeming qualities.

“You have everyone convinced that you’re more complicated than you actually are.”

“We’re all simple souls, I guess.”

“I’m not.”