Diary entries forThe Assistant
The Assistant
For those that really want to see this, I urge you to go in blind. Read nothing, just click play and then come back to this Okay, so now that the film's been over and you've sat in silence for like half an hour after, let me continue I had no clue what to expect going in with The Assistant, I'd just heard that it was great and Julia Garner was phenomenal, and that a complaint was maybe that despite being a crisp 87 minutes, technically not much happens. Needless to say, I agree with everything except that last part I think we've all been in a position, at some point in our lives, where something is going on outside the surface level of our lives. Something that we're experiencing secondhand. Something that we don't get the full details on immediately, or maybe don't completely grasp. But nevertheless it's something that we're aware of Just Enough to know that this something...isn't right. It doesn't feel right, it feels uncomfortable, like this shouldn't be happening. Maybe you're hearing your parents argue a bit too long, and you think it's not how your friends' parents behave toward each other; maybe you watched someone behave noticeably more negatively to a black coworker than they tend to towards a white one In The Assistant, Julia Garner has a long day full of anxiousness internally and externally. She's constantly doing a good job, better than the men in her office and without anywhere near as much breaks or goofing off as they get to have, but when the rare mistake happens, she's not allowed to forget it or get right back to work moving on from it. Amidst all the already-tense growing self-doubt she has, she overhears information that leads her to believe her boss is sleeping with at least one other employee. She takes time to attempt to report this, again doing a good job. In one of the harshest scenes in the year in film thus far, her resolve is broken down further as she has her suspicions not just confirmed, but belittled as a normalcy by the unsympathetic HR worker, who coldly shoves a box of tissues her way while saying if she wants to fulfill the dreams she has, she'll stay quiet and accept that that's how things are around here. She won't have to worry about it personally anyway, he adds: "you're not his type." You can obviously see the boss as symbolic of Weinstein, although that'd somewhat be missing the point: this is America, not just the film industry. Harvey's in jail; Trump's in the White House and Biden's campaigning to take his place. Some rapists get some justice; most others get enabled, find more success, and get no comeuppance. Many people look the other way on all of it. Maybe to keep their jobs. Maybe to get new ones. Maybe because they're friends. Maybe because they just don't care To me, right now in May 24 2020, that last option is the scariest option: that few actually care. That #MeToo was just a catchphrase, a fun hashtag to use when it was about people you didn't like, but when it was about someone on your side, it was slander. A lie. You could never like someone bad; that was only something others could do, bad others. So "good" people look the other way and let themselves get duped further because they're the heroes of their own story, and if they like someone, they must be the heroes too To me, right now in May 24 2020, that's the scariest thought: that few actually care. That we're expendable. And that our stories are just part of an endlessly-growing pile to be sorted through. Justice occasionally, and for the rest we just collectively walk forward because we have no other choice. No lessons learned
The Assistant
What a boring and toxic enviromental right there, but it interesting to watch. In work, we must playing dumb and ignorant to be safe at work, but i must agree to what Jane did, because she's right and doing justice! Also i wait for the crash out where is it? Her crash out would be so valid.
The Assistant
reverse ‘the office’
The Assistant
the lack of dialogue is what was really moving
The Assistant
La asistente es un retrato director, contundente y simple de el acoso en la industria cinematográfica e incluso de las condiciones laborales en si misma, un mensaje reflexivo entregado desde una cuidada puesta en escena donde la cotidianidad, los acosos y la presión son pan de cada día.
