Movie Review: “Into the Forest” portrays women as incapable of surviving the apocalypse

I’m not sure what Ellen Page was going for when she made Into the Forest.  I caught it on Amazon Prime the other night – I enjoy movies about surviving in a post-apocalyptic world and Ellen Page is cute, so I thought I’d give it a shot.

I watched the whole thing (no one’s fault but my own, I know), and the whole movie just left me questioning why this movie got made in the first place.

Spoilers after the jump, if you’re worried about that kind of thing.

First, what kind of stupid apocalyptic scenario centers around an inexplicable failure of the west coast power grid?  That’s it?  That’s what caused society to break down in a matter of months?  Seriously?

But more importantly, and more to my point… this movie all but proved that young women are not prepared to survive a theoretical apocalypse.  The two characters, a teenager played by Page and some other chick who was supposed to be her older sister did absolutely fuck-all to try to survive.  It wasn’t a matter of not having even rudimentary survival skills, it’s that they didn’t even fucking try.  They spend the whole movie reading books (Page’s character) or dancing (the other chick).  Their lamentations about the lack of electricity seem to be focused only on the fact that the older sister has no music to listen to.

They know their food supply is limited.  Why aren’t they out there hunting, gathering or farming in preparation for the coming winter(s)?  They appear to have all the tools for it and all the time in the world.  Yes, they gathered a few berries and ultimately shot a wild pig so that the sister’s unborn rape-baby would have appropriate nutrition, but that wasn’t until late in the movie and many months after it became apparent that society had gone to shit.

But there was precisely zero effort to even survive until their food supply was gone.  What the fuck were they doing in the summer months?  Ellen Page ends up fucking her boyfriend at one point, sure, and we’re all glad we finally got to see her tits, but he didn’t stick around too long or try to help them actually do anything to survive.

The winters (and I think, based on the timeline in the movie, there must have been at least two) are never shown and just hand-waved away.  There’s no way these two girls would have survived even one winter with the way they planned.

Along the same lines, they put exactly ZERO effort into maintaining a pretty nice house.  When the movie starts, there are already apparent holes in the roof (which their father, for some inexplicable reason, makes no effort to fix even though he’s the only character who showed any aptitude for construction or survival).

What the fuck, again!?  You live in the goddamn Pacific Northwest!  It rains all the time!  You have fucking moss growing on your roof, for fuck’s sake!  Fix it!

No, they just live, for over a year, with holes in the roof.  When it rains, it just pours right into the house.  Shit gets moldy and eventually the roof beams collapse.

Again, NO EFFORT is made to even try to patch the roof.  They have fucking tarps – they show them at the beginning of the movie.  Not ideal, for sure, but good enough for the apocalypse.

I can’t imagine that this was the message Page was going for when she made this movie.  I mean, sure, it was all about feminine love and sisterhood and sticking together as a family and all that shit.

But isn’t Page supposed to be some kind of big-time feminist?  Isn’t the “strong, capable woman” her whole schtick nowadays?

Then why did she make a movie where the women are not only victimized by men, but portray themselves as virtually helpless without them?

Let’s hold hands instead of feeding ourselves

When the end of the movie rolled around, the two girls and a baby had burned down their house and were going to try to hoof it out of the wilderness on foot.  I found myself hoping that they failed because they had been so stupid.

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