49: the Stepford Wives

originally posted Thu., Nov. 02, 2006; 4:53 p.m. EST

my daughter and i are watching it for the second time. the old version, with katherine ross, not the newer nicole kidman version.

my daughter has fallen in love with this movie. like most things we do together, watching the movie has sparked interesting conversation.

i saw the original version probably 25 years ago so i'd forgotten most of it, especially how it started out light and optimistic and descended into diabolic, testosterone-driven darkness as the movie spiraled to its inevitable ending. not at all comical like the new version.

it's eerie. frightening. blasphemous. a sign of the times.

of everything we voiced about this movie, one of my daughter's questions chilled me. she asked if i thought "daddy" (my husband) would have done that to me.

with no hesitation my answer was yes, if he thought he could get away with it.

not that i've ever thought of my husband as a murderer, but i have no doubts that he -- and most men -- would cross the abyss if presented with what seemed the perfect solution to controlling the wife.

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Crimson Wife said…
I don't think my DH would do that to me because he's always saying how he likes having someone to talk to about stuff. But I could totally see him wanting to do a "plural marriage" with a Stepford Wife robot. Honestly, I'm not so sure that would be a bad thing. It would get me out of all the drudgery of housework and vapid socializing. I could then focus all my energy on providing intellectual stimulation to him and the kids, since a robot couldn't do that. That's the part of being a wife & mom that I prefer anyways, KWIM?
July 6, 2007 at 1:29 PM
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