"It was while watching "Short Cuts" I first realized I was gay" was my mate's initial response when I told him we were watching it in class. And no wonder, I thought, the way it portraits women. While the male characters come off as untrustworthy, egocentrical bastards with clear fidelity and emotional commitment issues, the female cast are subtly revealed as antipathetic, cold-hearted, kaniving parasites who use all external factors (their kids, carrier, other men etc) as momentum in achieving what they want for themselves. In all, the spectre of stereotypical LA inhabitants pollute every scene of the film up to the point where the closest the film come to a voice of reason is that of the clown, who as a profession conceals her true face for a painted on smile to be laughed at and ridiculed by strangers. Returning to the physical aspect of the man- woman relation, the female promiscuous behavior and casual exposure in contra-sexual context and the returning male inappropriate, innuendous and disrespectful attitude towards sex with their reluctant "significant others", made me realize I despise human nature all together. Though heavily exaggerated, the characters have features we all can relate to. I hate how the films I love make me feel disgusted by myself.
Review of Short Cuts
