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What Have Clothes Got To Do With It
What Have Clothes Got To Do With It
What Have Clothes Got To Do With It
What Have Clothes Got to Do with It? Romantic Comedy and the Female Gaze
Author(s): PAULA MARANTZ COHEN
Source: Southwest Review, Vol. 95, No. 1/2 (2010), pp. 78-88
Published by: Southern Methodist University
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The other narrative strand, and the one that I would go out of my
way for, derives from the novelistic tradition associated with Jane
Austen, who launched the courtship plot in all its conventionalized
glory. Invariably there is a heroine of pluck and intelligence who, after
a variety of fairly predictable misadventures and misunderstandings,
is united with her soul mate at the end. In tone and pacing, these
stories are "light and bright and sparkling" - the phrase that Austen
used to describe her most famous novel, Pride and Prejudice. One of
the salient characteristics of that novel's heroine, Elizabeth Bennet,
was cheerfulness. She was cheerful even as she faced a future of spin-
sterhood in the company of an impossibly enervating mother. With
very few exceptions, the heroines of cinematic romantic comedy have
this quality as well. Claudette Colbert, Jean Arthur, and Katharine
Hepburn, and for that matter, Reese Witherspoon, Drew Barrymore,
and Sandra Bullock are cheerful in their roles and inspire viewers to
approach life with liveliness and zest.
But these films do other things as well, which are unrelated to their
literary predecessors. After all, a Jane Austen novel and a romantic
comedy on film (even a cinematic adaptation of a Jane Austen novel)
are very different things. The difference is not only one of degree (we
all know that Austen is peerless, so why even go there), but of kind .
Literature relies on words that can plumb depths and describe contexts;
movies show us bodies in motion, engaging with material things. And
romantic comedies engage with material things in a particular way:
they glory in them and glorify them; they make them an expression
and an extension of the self. As such, they appeal to the "material girl"
in viewers (male and female alike) - or translating Madonna's idiom
into more academic terms, they appeal to the female gaze .
I say this in opposition to the general theory, propounded by film
theorist Laura Mulvey, that the balance of plot and spectacle in Holly-
wood films is designed for the male gaze. The plot portion of the
film, Mulvey's theory goes, is its linear storytelling function; this
is analogous to the male sex act in its insistent forward motion, its
drive for closure and conclusion. The spectacle portion of the film
is what diverts from this forward plot drive. Women on screen, ac-
cording to the theory, constitute spectacle,- they do not move the
plot forward but are useful resting points and diversionary asides,
made part of the hero's reward at the end of the story (think of Maid
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she lives her life, which includes what she chooses to wear.
Consider another example of how romantic comedy relays female
power through clothes in the 2008 remake of the 1939 The Women.
Both the original and the remake, both based on the Clare Boothe Luce
play, push the genre to its limit, maintaining the heterosexual romance
plot without having a male figure ever appear on the screen. The origi-
nal is a delightful concoction, awash in 1930s décor and fashion, with
a cast of some of Hollywood's most powerful actresses. But the remake
(though the reviewers trashed it) has its points as well. This includes
one scene that seems expressly designed to delight the female gaze.
In it, "the wife," played by Meg Ryan (Norma Shearer's role in the
original) runs into the "other woman," Eva Mendes (the Joan Crawford
role), while both are trying on corsets in an upscale lingerie boutique.
The women have á "face-off" - Ryan in a white, front-hooked contrap-
tion, Mendes in a black, lace-up one - turning what are designed to be
seductive garments into metaphorical coats of armor. At this moment
in the film, it is irrelevant to consider who is right and who is wrong,
the white and black corsets notwithstanding (it's clear that the man
in question, whom we never see and never care about, doesn't deserve
either one of them). What is of interest is the dramatic fact of these
women's respective wills and our delight in watching them "act out"
in these elaborate and costly undergarments. Corsets of this sort are
obviously not present in the original version of the film, but Norma
Shearer does favor a very fancy dressing gown with a metallic sheen
suggestive, in its own right, of fine-mesh armor.
The fact is that I never cease to be amazed by what romantic com-
edies can do to transform absurd garments into bulwarks for the self,
and thus into clothes that I might consider wearing. There's a stock-
ing cap that Katharine Hepburn wears in The Philadelphia Story , a
ridiculous headdress under normal circumstances, which she manages
to make look almost professorial. There are the mink coats, worn by
Myrna Loy in The Thin Man and Jean Arthur in Easy Money, that make
me forget political correctness and want one. There's Ginger Rogers's
feather dress in Top Hat that so annoyed Astaire that he parodied it
with Judy Garland in Easter Parade , but which, seventy-five years
later, makes "Cheek to Cheek" the most memorable number in the
movie. The familiar conceit of a woman in impossibly high heels walk-
ing with difficulty through rough terrain strikes me as emblematic of
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scribed by Mulvey, as the vehicles through which his male alter egos
can learn lessons or acquire authority. And yet when I think back
on these films, I don't remember the plots or the male protagonists,
but only the women in their material being: Lake's blond curtain of
hair, the shirtwaist dresses of Hutton, and Stanwyck's high-heeled
pumps (made especially memorable when she purposely trips Henry
Fonda and sets the plot in motion - another version of Jennifer Lopez's
instigating pump in The Wedding Planner ). Sturges was a master of
wisecracking dialogue, and I admit that few romantic comedies come
close to the kind of wit and intelligence that his films offer. That said,
the appurtenances that pertain to the women in these films impress
themselves on me in a way that even the witty dialogue doesn't.
One might argue that romantic comedies, at least the classic ones,
are mostly about talk. Indeed, this is Maria DiBattista's claim in her
book Fast-Talking Dames, in which she praises the comedies of the
1930s and 1940s for their snappy, pungent dialogue. I admit that
no one talks smarter and faster than Rosalind Russell, drawls more
pointedly than Katharine Hepburn, delivers a more skeptical rejoin-
der than Ginger Rogers, articulates a pointed barb with more bland
sophistication than Myrna Loy, or spats with more zest than Barbara
Stanwyck. Those of us who value language have a tendency to think
that the dialogue these actresses have to work with makes these older
comedies different from the newer comedies in which the dialogue
is lackluster. But it is a hallmark of romantic comedy that the literal
message is less important than how the message is relayed, whether
in a spunky diatribe by Jean Arthur or a far less articulate expostula-
tion by Meg Ryan. In other words, talk in these films, even at its most
crackling and clever, is really only an adjunct to style and, as such,
exists as part of a lexicon much like clothes (which is why the great
costume designer Edith Head was as famous as many of the screen-
writers of the same period). Together, the quirky, emphatic language
and the silly, over-the-top outfits form an expressive idea that can
serve as permission to women to be themselves - to look and talk in
outlandish and idiosyncratic ways.
Clothes and talk are also part of a larger material context that often
includes spacious, beautifully furnished homes. The art deco sets in
the Astaire-Rogers musicals, the commodious apartments in The Thin
Man , the swanky house in My Man Godfrey , even the well-appointed,
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(or stylish man, for that matter) who doesn't go gaga over this scene,
set to the wonderful Jerome Kern-Dorothy Fields song that intones:
"Lovely to look at, delightful to know, and heaven to kiss" - a recipe,
if there ever was one, for the trajectory of romantic comedy. Interest-
ingly, it's a revealing dress (cut very low in the back) that alienates
the hero from the other woman in Roberta, while the heroine, Irene
Dunne, remains sheathed from tip to toe in extravagant couture. The
more fabric, it seems, the more successful the leading lady.
It is possible to think of the female gaze, with its fascination for
the material world, as another means of manipulating women into
dependence on a consumer culture. There may be something to this,
and I may have been so manipulated myself, but I don't really care - or
at least find the rewards of such dependence enough to outweigh the
deficits. Whatever their ideological side effects, these movies' delight
in the material world serves to showcase character even in its most
minute and seemingly trivial aspect. It is about being present and
artful in every choice regarding the self.
In closing, I want to invoke one of my favorite, more contempo-
rary romantic comedies, the 1996 One Fine Day , which I watched
just last week with my daughter for the 22th time when it showed
up on a cable channel. The film, which uses children in much the
way The Awful Truth uses the dog - as a cute and stylish prop - stars
Michelle Pfeiffer and George Clooney, reincarnations if there ever
were of Dunne and Grant. A charming scene comes at the end, after
they have annoyed each other for much of the film. They have finally
arrived at her apartment, their respective kids are asleep, and they
have successfully negotiated a prolonged first kiss. Conventionally,
this would mark the end of the movie, but in this case, it doesn't.
Pfeiffer, who has been caught off-guard in a stained T-shirt and baggy
sweatpants, runs into the bathroom to fix herself up - she wants to
look her best now that she has found her soul mate. There follows
a montage of female self-adornment, done to the accompaniment of
the title song. Pfeiffer shaves her legs, brushes her teeth, puts on her
makeup, curls her lashes, and tries on a succession of tops in front
of the mirror. The scene is literally showstopping because it short-
circuits our involvement with the soppy romantic plot and wrenches
our attention to Pfeiffer, anointing her the definitive star of the film,
a role that Clooney, like Grant, has the good grace to accept without
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a struggle. Thus, it makes perfect sense that when Pfeiffer leaves the
bathroom, dressed and coiffed to her own liking, the presumed goal of
all this preparation, the locus of the male gaze, is fast asleep, leaving
the finished spectacle entirely to us.
Author's Note. Readers interested in this subject may find the following books
worth consulting: Two classic books on the subject are Pursuits of Happiness:
The Hollywood Comedy of Remarriage by Stanley Cavell (Harvard UP, 1984); and
Romantic Comedy in Hollywood from Lubitsch to Sturges by James Harvey (Da
Capo Press, 1998). Also of interest are The Runaway Bride: Hollywood Romantic
Comedy of the 1930s by Elizabeth Kendall (Cooper Square Press, 2002), which
looks at the way the plots of these films reflect female assertiveness; Fast-Talking
Dames by Maria DiBattista (Yale UP, 2003 ), which concentrates on the empowering
dialogue in these films; and Chick Flicks: Contemporary Women at the Movies
by Suzanne Ferriss and Mallory Young (Routledge, 2007), which deals with both
narrative strands - the melodrama and the romantic comedy - and discusses them
in terms of third- wave feminism.
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