First Man,
based on a biography of Neil Armstrong, is
the story of the first human being to walk on the moon. The Wife, a screen adaptation of Meg Wolitzer’s novel, concerns a
woman who lives in her husband’s shadow. At first blush, the real-life story of a
celebrated man and the fictional tale of an overlooked woman wouldn’t seem to
have much in common. But for me these two films (one of which I saw on an
airplane and the other in a hotel room) spark a lot of deep thoughts about the
role played by gender in two twentieth-century success stories.
As portrayed by Ryan Gosling,
who tamps down his usual sparkle for this role, Neil Armstrong is the epitome
of the strong silent type. A military man and an apparently fearless test
pilot, he is a natural for the early astronaut corps. There is never any
question about his competence and courage. His only apparent weakness lies in a
deep-seated inability to talk a good game. He’s just not gifted (in the way of
someone like John Glenn) when it comes to schmoozing the press and the public. When
called on to make a grand pronouncement about his role in the upcoming moon
mission, he can only stammer out a slightly awkward statement about being
pleased to be chosen. Fortunately, the American people are charmed by his
modesty.
According to the film,
Armstrong’s natural reticence grew more intense when his young daughter died,
at age 2, of a brain tumor. He mourns her in silence, unable to share his
emotions even with his loyal wife Janet (played by Claire Foy, who seems to be
making a career of playing both English queens and American historical icons
like Ruth Bader Ginsburg). When Armstrong takes mankind’s first steps onto the
lunar surface, it’s little Karen he’s thinking about, not the glory he’s
bringing to the United States of America. Keeping one’s feelings locked inside
is a classic male reaction to personal tragedy, but Armstrong seems to be an
extreme case. The key moment in the movie comes when, going off to be launched
into space, he tries to avoid any parting words to his two young sons. That’s
when meek, supportive Janet finally fights back, firmly reminding him of what’s
at stake: “You're gonna sit them down. Both of them. And you're going to
prepare them for the fact that you might not ever come home. You're doing that.
You. Not me. I'm done.” (No wonder the
marriage didn’t survive, though
officially it lasted for 38 years.)
The Wife
opens with a long-married couple in bed. Husband Harry (Jonathan Pryce)
initiates sex, mostly because he’s too keyed-up to sleep. Both he and his
compliant wife Joan (Glenn Close) know that in the wee hours of the following
morning, Harry may be told that he’s won the Nobel Prize for literature. The
movie contains flashbacks to the early years of their marriage, but primarily
it follows the couple on the trip to Stockholm where he will claim his prize,
one that he does not exactly deserve. The
Wife is effective because it is not the obvious story of a heel and a
doormat. These two care about each other, and – even when the cracks in their
union become all too apparent – they can turn in a flash from fury to mutual
joy or genuine concern. Still, in an era marked by #MeToo, this is a film that
recognizes how a woman’s power can be subverted, even as she permits herself to
be used and abused in the name of love.
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