Yay! You’ve seen an art film. (Licorice Pizza)
After I watched Licorice Pizza, I did not storm out of the theater in disgust at its alleged paedophilia: 25-year-old photographer’s assistant Alana Kane (Alana Haim) and 15-year-old actor Gary Valentine (Cooper Hoffman) like each other. Instead, I sat in the Art Deco movie theatre until the lights came on and a packed house of attractive people started to chatter excitedly. I felt exhausted, depressed, and embarrassed by what seemed like feigned enthusiasm for a forgettable film. And I felt exhausted by my own exhaustion: by my own inability to get excited.
Someone recently described to me, vividly, the anhedonia of severe depression: of finding himself in sublime mountains, in champagne-service clubs, with gorgeous women who loved him, feeling nothing. And I guess somewhere on the depressed-neurotic axis there’s an overlap between “I don’t enjoy things anymore” and just wishing you were the type of person who likes Marvel movies and Ed Sheeran and doesn’t feel a bored yet self-satisfied despair as you attempt to chat with the median individual on a dating app.
There’s something bovine about cinema, which is also what is spectacular about both popular art and art in public: the confirmation that the individual spirit is also the shared spirit, that what is vulnerable and personal and redeemable about us, is in all of us. Art makes us feel realer and deeper, and to share that with others makes us feel less alone. But for the same reason, bad art can also seem like an insult to the human race itself: that’s all we are?
To play on David Foster Wallace: Licorice Pizza is a supposedly good movie I will never see again. Los Angeles, especially, is plastered with ads for the film; so is my demographically overcoded web browser. I am supposed to like the new Paul Thomas Anderson film, having seen quite a few of them already; yeah, I’ve listed “film” on the interests line of my résumé. And, seriously, how many art films are there today besides low-budget films intended for an audience of 100 individuals residing mostly in Bushwick, Israeli-Austrian dramas about the Holocaust, and slow cinema about outsider farmhands from low-GDP EU member states?
Nonetheless, I was left asking myself: what were all those moviegoers so excited about? Why are critics so impressed? How was this moving?
Much as the film’s alleged anti-Asian racism is more shockingly unfunny than it is shocking, the romance in Licorice Pizza is neither revolting nor remarkable. Anderson can make touching films about characters struggling toward misguided intimacy. But Licorice Pizza isn’t even a cloying teen romance: Gary and Alana neither consummate their mutual attraction nor even mourn it, and instead simply bounce around for over two hours: cute, charming, and completely inconsequential.
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SubscribeEsther,
I don’t know if you read these comments, but if you do: some friendly advice.
Print out this essay you have put into the public eye. Annotate each paragraph in red ink, sketching the essential idea.
Now take these paragraph summaries and transfer them into a single document, underneath one- or two-word headers. Essentially you will have reverse engineered an outline.
This is the outline you never wrote for this essay. Now read it. Is it confusing? Borderline incoherent? Yes? Is it, in fact, surprising just how bad this outline is? So much so, that you want to rewrite the whole thing, giving it a proper introduction, a central idea and a conclusion – perhaps with a neat ‘full circle’ anecdote that makes the reader go ‘ah’ at the end?
We pay to read your words. We pay because we want to enjoy thoughtful, well written articles in an age where everything is clickbait rubbish.
Next time, write an outline. It might not provide reprieve from mediocre arthouse cinema or the anomie of being a middle class American Millennial woman. But it will make you a better writer.
Exactly. This is one of those Unherd articles that start with “Why?” and pose a question about some fact that the writer believes to be the case; I recall one a few months ago entitled “why don’t liberals like the music of Vaughan Williams. That one, like this, one made no attempt to provide evidence for the existence of the phenomena and examination if patterns and clues can be derived from this, but moved straight on to providing reasons as to why it was the case, or would be the case if it were.
Unshackled by even brushes with reality it meandered on from cliché to ad hoccery floating in a stream of conciousness who knows where? Probably a weir. This piece does the same, I have not been convinced that the writer has a point to make, let alone whether she has made it. But she does feel pretty chuffed with her knowledge of arthouse cinema.
That’s because these writers model their prose style on those banal introductory monologues to sex in the city.
Yep this was definitely one of Unherd’s ‘straight to comments’ articles
This should be Betteridge’s second law of headlines. Every headline with ‘Why’ in it will inevitably fail to answer the question.
Dear Grown-up
Thanks for dealing with the children.
Regards
The other grown-ups.
I completely disagree. If you want an essay straight out of Creative writing 101, or one that confirms/conforms to thing you already thought, maybe you’ve come to the wrong place.
In any case your snide attitude is not really civil. Perhaps you should have worked a bit longer on your little opus before hitting the SEND button.
A lot of movies and series are becoming increasingly tedious and are clearly ‘staged’. Shouldn’t one be losing oneself in a story and cast instead of seeing the personnel behind the movie?
What I am seeing is the ham-fisted heavy hand of the Diversity and Inclusion Director. Then looming large is the ‘Technical’ Director introducing a gratuitous climate change discussion into bedroom talk. I have even seen a plot line around vaccines clumsily forced into a story.
No wonder people are losing interest.
I haven’t been watching anything mainstream in years. It’s just not worth it anymore. I’d rather use my time for other things and enjoy the few movies and series that aren’t woke yet. It could still take a good while until companies realize that their main audience doesn’t appreciate what they’re doing.
A lot of Unherd articles are probably becoming increasingly tedious. I say probably because the premise of the article looked thin and I just skipped to the comments which I have thoroughly enjoyed.
Does it matter if the articles are junk if they provoke good analysis and comment?
Good point, often the comments are the real spice, the article is just the bait!
Precisely! The moment one of those ham-fisted scenes appears, I turn it off. In fact, I don’t even watch movies that were made post 2020, when the “Academy” proscribed the various boxes a movie must check off before any potential nomination is considered.
Do female contributors (apart from the occasional Harrington piece) ever write about anything else other than men?
Seriously, is their world really so limited and male-centric?
What incredibly sad and unfulfilled lives they must lead.
I wonder how many articles about women their male colleagues have penned?
Why is that?
I’ve never really thoughjt about this, but you are correct. It’s rather depressing really.
And even Harrington tends to have the relations between the sexes as topic. Although her articles tend to go quite a bit deeper then her female collegues. But I exactly had the same reaction when I saw the title. Bit sad.
It’s the same with most female comedians.
I think you are generalising somewhat. Aayan is one of my favourite writers and she always discusses the big issues.
“Generalising”…yes, of course. But the wonderful Aayan and Ms Harrington, my favorite writer, are exceptions to the rule, as far as I can ascertain.
Over at the Speccie, this is decidedly not the case, but they are more oriented towards the daily news cycle.
I got as far as the first sentence. So it’s not about pizza then?
Even how women are the real victims of war – because losing your husband or boyfriend is so much worse than actually losing your life!
Yes. That is because they are A. Not very bright and B. Have been conditioned to think and write this way.
So once again intelligent and well-educated women are apparently bereft of agency, and thus not responsible for their behaviour in any way, and are just… well… victims?
You’d concede then I hope that as men are also conditioned, they too can be absolved from blame for their actions?
The mommy GF thing is totally new to me, but sounds like it’s ripe for some analysis if it’s really a thing. Is this the alternative for women who don’t like cats 🙂
Seriously though – women who think they can stretch out their already extended adolescence by dating immature men? Young men extending their childhood by dating mummy replacements? Oedipal drama? Refusal to become adults? Fear that if boys grow into men they will become “toxic”? Lack of proper father figures?
It makes sense. The modern dating market is like this: girls spend their youth up until they’re 30 partying and dating the attractive guys, who don’t like attachment. But it doesn’t matter, because the girls aren’t looking for anything long-term anyway. Indeed, they would reject perfectly suitable, industrious family men on the grounds that “they’re not yet ready to settle”. Then with 30, they slowly start to realize that their beauty is fading and they need something solid now, fast. Many of them don’t find that kind of thing however, because the men they rejected spent their time working and becoming successful, and now sleep with younger girls. What usually happens is that these women now start to pout and say that “there are no good men”. This is when they usually get pets to fight the loneliness, or, apparently, hook up with minors.
Does it sound cruel to say that “women at 30 aren’t attractive enough to find a good mate anymore”? No doubt. But it’s also the truth. And it could be avoided – I’m convinced many young women wouldn’t want to spend their youth in this way. It’s just that feminists tell them to “sleep with whoever they feel like”. That’s bad advice. It’s also bad advice for women to focus on career or education in order to find a mate – men don’t really care that much about career (note: this doesn’t mean women shouldn’t have a career). Men care about women who stand by them in their best years, and who haven’t been damaged by needlessly high amounts of short-lived “relationships”. Don’t listen to feminists. Instead, look at how happy they themselves are, then judge for yourselves.
“Does it sound cruel to say that “women at 30 aren’t attractive enough to find a good mate anymore”? No doubt. But it’s also the truth.”
Wow. You must have sky-high standards. I can think of at least 30 women off the top of my head that are attractive at the age. That’s just people I know personally. Even the ones that aren’t married yet have something going for them.
Do we really need to condemn an entire generation? Some of this feels a little tedious. There’s a few years yet, let them do their best.
Agree. It’s ridiculous to think that women cease to be attractive at 30, but the biological clock is ticking, and the tables are starting to turn in mens favour.
Does nobody else find a few wrinkles around the eyes attractive?
What definitely is unattractive is women who have nothing to show for their years and, regardless of age, are still trying to be teenagers.
Once everyone currently over 35 is either retired or dead there’ll be no one to do any useful work. And besides things will start to fall apart well before then as the up and coming generations fail to do anything useful or take any responsibility. The only hope is that the Russians invade western Europe. They still understand the value of culture, education, work, religion, fitness and armed force. Moscow may indeed prove to be the third Rome after all…
great concept for a “film.” probably more interesting if done with a mostly Russian cast in the European roles.
You provide the script, I’ll audition the talent.
Is it not the female equivalent of the dirty old man
I think it is. But for some reason they seem to get a free pass.
As always
Someone a couple of years older than my kids talking in a slightly world-weary way about a film in which someone a couple of years younger than my kids doesn’t date a kid. This article really isn’t going to appeal to an adult demographic.
If it’s generally true that millennial women are into teenage boys (I doubt it myself), this might at least represent some sort of reversal of the established minor injustice that teenage girls tend not to be interested in teenage boys, preferring men a little older. So hooray for today’s teenage boys: they’re finally getting some action.
There is of course the hypocrisy dimension to this one, in which if the sexes were reversed we’d be calling it a movie about paedophilia and everyone would be predictably furious. But I can’t be bothered.
“After I watched Licorice Pizza, I did not storm out of the theater in disgust at its alleged paedophilia: 25-year-old photographer’s assistant Alana Kane (Alana Haim) and 15-year-old actor Gary Valentine (Cooper Hoffman) like each other.”
Even in the US surely nobody would allege that this constitutes paedophillia.
Oh, and maybe you like your young squeeze because he can bonk like a rabbit. I could, once upon a time. It was all I could do, but it was enough
They would if the sexes were switched, and nobody would be particularly shocked at the accusation, despite the oft-quoted idea that girls/women mature earlier than boys/men.
It wouldn’t be paedophilia either way. I think the correct term is ephebophilia.
Personally I wouldn’t have believed my luck if at the age 15 a pretty 25-year-old woman had taken an interest in me, and consummation would have been a dream come true!
I am disgusted by your type casting of rabbits in a most degrading way. So shallow!
A typical example of stereotyping speciesism. I am shocked and offended for all the asexual rabbits out there.
‘..disgust at its alleged paedophilia: 25-year-old photographer’s assistant Alana Kane (Alana Haim) and 15-year-old actor..’ really, a 15 year old pre-pubescent? The lazy incorrect use of the term ‘paedophile’ to describe sexual relations with anyone under the local age of consent (15, 16, 17, 18..) only serves to diminish the true horror of paedophilia in much the same way that the cry of ‘racist’ has lost its impact as apparently now everything is.
Or perhaps now that every significant issue in films has been done to death, over and over, we are reduced to trying to find meaning in the slightest offerings?
Not looking forward to Licorice Pizza II, The Son of Licorice Pizza, The Return of Licorice Pizza, Licorice Pizza the Musical, etc.
You forgot the prequel! “Pizza Before Licorice”
Esther. Get outside and enjoy the countryside. Stop analysing art. You are in a parallel universe which offers nothing real.
Make something. Dig the garden. Take a kid to the swings.
The writer talks of how intellectually below the woman, a 15 year old is. The division between ages, and one assumes implied is how a 30 year old woman is full of thoughts and ideas.
I cannot imagine how it would be to be with a 30 year old person – at mid 60s I am amazed at how ignorant, unworldly, and inexperienced the 30 year olds are. As much as the difference between her and the 15 year old.
Maybe its just that I have had a very wide ranging life, but the modern 30 something like this writer seem as shallow as they think the kid.
It is not age it is experience.
At The Battle of Crecy Edward III was told his 16 year old son was fighting for his life he replied ” Let him earn his spurs ” . He did and became The Black Prince.
In Nelson’s Navy a sixteen year old could have four years of experience at sea, including combat. Alexander The Great died at 33 years of age.
Nowadays one can be a thirty year old and have the same experience of life as a fifteen year old.
The reality is that swathes of the middle class are not being tempered by the experience of overcoming adversity, pain and hardship , so fortitude is not developed and the knowledge that goes with it. One cannot learn sagacity from someone else , only be learning from experience.
One visit to Tinder or other online dating platforms with the account of a 30-something “nice guy” profile would prove to you that the theory is indeed correct. 30-year-olds on Tinder, who are “just now” looking for something solid, would even take men who are younger than them. This is very unusual for women in general, and is a sign of the times. Meanwhile, women under ~28 practically never match with average guys their age or slightly above. Of course, knowing this, no self-respecting man would want a woman who “settles for him”. As a sad result of this dynamic, countless men who would have wanted a family choose to be single instead.
It’s not “odd” to marry in your twenties, it’s the sensible thing to do. Of course given that the selection of the partner has been conducted with due diligence.
Was it on here that I read recently about Professor Allyn Walker, of some obscure US University, who has written a book advocating sympathy for paedophiles, starting by renaming them as MAPs – Minor Attracted Persons?
One of the core objectives of Marxism is to destroy the nuclear family. Post modernism extends this to the complete removal of all sexual boundaries. The only two left are paedophilia and incest.
So, little by little, first change the language, normalise it for boys, and so the wedge is inserted.
I’m sure the empty soul who wrote this will be unaware of her role as useful idiot.
No dear, you are not growing out of it, whatever “it may be, but hopefully you are growing up. Women of all ages have always appreciated the beauty of a young Adonis passing by, but it doesn’t mean they want to sleep with him.
Judging from the pic he is not a young adonis. And isn’t 15 a bit young, even for an Adonis?
I must be in the minority in never having wanting to be my husband/boyfriend’s mommy or ever searched for daddy-figures (and I was pretty close to my father). When is *that* new age going to arrive?
Great insightful article about a your generation of which I know little. I was going to see the film but following your comments I will see something else.
‘The Guardians’ Mark Kemode, gave it 5 *’s 😉
Always better having some articles with more culture and less politics.
Well at least I now know not to bother seeing this. Not that I would have. Sounds unbelievably dreary. The young depress the hell out of me.
Why do millennials talk about TikTok like its the most esoteric, complicated thing in the world lol. Its just instagram vids but more short term content
The fact that a movie like this gets greenlit is proof positive that all the talk about men and women being the same is pure bullshit. A movie about a dirty old man dating young girls would never get made. If it did, he would be the villain of the story, not someone vaguely sympathetic as this woman.
25 year olds too old?
Cut off is about 30.
In Japan, “Christmas cake” is an insult for an unmarried woman of 25+.
You’ve noticed too. Any idea why?
Consumed by lust, I suppose.
Aka “ Alpha seed, beta need”
The yawning divide in the morals/values that this movie’s discussions display just makes me go WTF? This is a great article and no, normalizing that it’s ok to run off into the night with the 15 year old as the movie fades to black leaves all to the imagination (and as someone else mentioned to the sequel, ‘Son of Licorice Pizza”). But now compare Manov’s article to what I just read this morning in my local “Entertainment” section of my small midwestern newspaper and the movie sounds like some fun, nostalgic, innocent coming of age movie. Cognitive dissonance comes to mind. Here’s the review:
“It’s a rare film that makes you nostalgic for a time and place you need knew, but Paul Anderson’s breezy, sunny “Licorice Pizza” does just that for the San Fernando Valley of Gary Valentine and Alana Kane’s youths. Awash in Southern California calm and optimism, this is a playful and joyous ode to the big personalities, embellished stories , endless possibilities and endearing Hollywood-adjacency of a place that barely exists anymore”
The cultural divide is not more evident.
My eyes glazed over with boredom as I detected that introspective whining tone these articles adopt. In life I’ve discovered this kind of person fills the atmosphere with energy sucking gloom and there’s no changing them- on they go, handwringingly overthinking every last minutiae. I’m off for a nice walk!
Going to the cinema to watch a film?
Who does that anymore?
“But sooner or later, it has to end. As a young woman told me recently, for the educated millennial woman, it’s a bit odd to marry in your twenties; but once you hit 30, you’re suddenly “an unmarried 30-year-old woman”. Essentially, you’ve got one year.”
No.
You have 5 years.
If you want to tell women they can have it all, that they are scroungers if they have a kid in their 20s before they can afford to raise them (they have no choice due to all the pathetic immature men around with low incomes) but then tell the ones that avoid that that they have one year after they are 30, then you’re just being cruel. The worst of the left (“settling down is boring”), and the worst of the right (“surprise! You’re infertile, you’re a failure, and it’s all your fault!” Ha ha ha ha!) all in one nice package. Congratulations.
Oh, and by the way, my Mum had me when she was 40. They tried for siblings, but couldn’t manage it, so it makes sense that 30 should be the beginning of the end of settling down…. but saying “you have one year” is basically saying there’s no point living after that.
The risk for down syndrome starts climbing exponentially past around 32 or so. Before that is probably a good age to have the first one.
Why have so many BLT comments been removed from this article?
The problem with dating 15-year olds, I would imagine, is that they expect everything to be done for them. Perhaps this is part of the attraction. The women have an instinct to seek a partner that needs them. In previous generations, a woman’s power was often based on the man’s inability to boil an egg. He stayed with her out of such basic needs, even when she became increasingly unattractive sexually in comparison to the younger models available.
Obviously the more spontaneous and frequent erections of a young man are also attractive to older women.