Secretary (2002) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
I found Secretary to be a very satisfying film, although it is determined to be as strange as possible, and I don't often take to films when they are laboring to be offbeat. Maggie Gyllenhaal plays a girl from a dysfunctional family who has just been released from a mental institution. Her particular psychological disorder is auto-masochism. (She repeatedly inflicts pain upon herself in private.) In order to integrate into "normal" society, she applies for a job as a secretary at a lawyer's office. This is where it starts to get downright crazy. The office has a big lighted sign outside - "secretary wanted" - it looks like a "no vacancy" sign at a seedy roadside motel far from civilization. Passing the cheesy sign, she walks into an elegant and magnificently designed building - a cavernous office styled in greens and golds, which appears to be capable of housing dozens of people comfortably. In the middle of the foyer is a very disgruntled women emptying her desk. The desk is surrounded by garbage, which is strewn everywhere. She grabs her box full of possessions, and leaves wordlessly. Her departure leaves Gyllenhaal standing alone amidst the chaos, announcing herself with a shout down the vast hallway. It turns out that the massive building houses only one lawyer, a very introverted and eccentric fellow played by James Spader. After an uncomfortable interview, Gyllenhall is hired to be his secretary. |
As she settles into the routine of the job, she finds that she's not allowed to type with a computer. All work is done on old-fashioned typewriters only. This is a deliberate ploy by Spader to get the secretaries to make mistakes, so he can punish them. The previous secretaries didn't find it very rewarding to be made to crawl along the floor with reports in their mouth, or to bend over their desks to be spanked vigorously. But Gyllenhaal is not just any secretary. She's a loony, after all, and her disorder is masochism. It's a match made in heaven. Spader finally has a secretary who likes his sadistic ministrations, and Gyllenhaal finds that she likes this type of masochism much better than the self-administered kind. |
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The film starts out with the two principals avoiding each other, shifts to a pure sexual S&M relationship in which they have no real personal contact, and finally settles on a tone of gentle romantic comedy. You probably think that S&M is as far from tenderness as one may go on the sexual spectrum, but this is actually turns out to be a very sweet and tender movie. Imagine Tom Hanks as the Marquis de Sade, giving a woman a spanking because she really wants one. Spader is actually ashamed of his sadistic proclivities, and is trying to quit, but Gyllenhaal will have none of that. This film has a certain kinship with David Cronenberg's Crash, in that you could react by saying "this is absurd, and not at all like real life". There's some truth to that, but as in "Crash", once you accept their alternate world, which is like our world, but not quite the same, everything makes sense, or at least as much sense as things ever make. |
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