Please note: This piece includes references to my personal sex life. Not in any great detail, but it might be too much information for family members and others who don't want to read about that stuff. This piece was originally published on the Blowfish Blog.
Warning: This isnât a proper movie review. Not at all. I barely even mention the movieâs plotting and construction, its writing and acting, its lighting and camerawork. This is a lot more like that Saturday Night Live sketch, the one with the welderâs review of âFlashdance.â
This is the sadomasochistâs review of âThe Bank Job.â
Which I certainly wasnât expecting to write when I saw the movie.
Quick precis: âThe Bank Jobâ is an unusually well-done bank heist movie, set in England in the 1970s, and based — loosely — on real events. And one of the movieâs main MacGuffins — an object everyone is chasing after, an object driving the plot — is a series of photos of a member of the House of Lords cavorting at a brothel… a brothel offering, among other things, sadomasochistic services, catering to what is often known as âthe English vice.â These photos of an MP being tied up and flogged have obvious blackmail potential; hence everyone in the movie being very interested in them, and attempting to steal and swindle and threaten them away from one another. (Thereâs another, more central MacGuffin in the movie, also involving naughty photos of a famous person; but thatâs a post for another day.)
Now, secret sex — even secret sadomasochistic sex — being used to drive a movie plot is hardly unusual. Itâs barely worth even mentioning, much less writing an entire column about. But thereâs something about the kink in âThe Bank Jobâ thatâs very unusual indeed… so unusual in mainstream movies as to be almost unheard of.
And thatâs this: The movieâs attitude towards the sadomasochism is entirely casual, and entirely non-judgmental.
The SM scene in the photos — which we get to see a bit of as itâs being secretly photographed — is more than just safe and sane and consensual. Itâs friendly. Itâs happy. The MP at the center of attention is smiling, enjoying himself, and even making requests in a very âtopping from the bottomâ manner. Devotees of the more classic forms of SM might chide him for his manners and his poor form — and obviously the fact that heâs being secretly photographed for potential blackmail purposes isnât so cool — but nobody could say that he isnât having a good time.
Whatâs more, the women in the brothel — the women tying up and whipping said MP, as well as the women catering to more conventional desires — look happy to be doing what theyâre doing. Theyâre not victims, theyâre not prisoners: theyâre professionals, doing their job and enjoying it a fair amount.
And while the characters in the movie are of course aware of the photosâ shock value — and hence their blackmail value — none of them seem personally shocked or surprised. Thereâs no, âThis man likes to be beaten? Merciful Zeus! What wicked debauchery has this world descended to? And a Member of Parliament, too!â Theyâre amused, theyâre entertained, theyâre immediately aware of the photosâ potential value and perfectly willing to take advantage of it… but none of them seems upset, or concerned, or even the least bit surprised, by the fact that a member of the English aristocracy gets off on being beaten.
Either that, or the whole thing gets treated as a big joke. Treating SM as just another sexual variation — and treating societyâs objections to it as silly and hypocritical — is rarer in the movies than dildos at a church picnic.
There have been other pro-SM movies, of course. âSecretaryâ leaps to mind. But that was a movie specifically about an SM relationship. âThe Bank Jobâ is the first mainstream movie I can think of that has SM as a side plot, a casual, secondary plot device with not that much attention paid to it… and that still pays the attention it does give to SM with basic acceptance and an acknowledgement of its right to exist.
I donât know if this marks the start of a trend, or if itâs just a one-time fluke. But I just want to say this, to all the sadomasochists who have been coming out over the last couple/ few decades and trying to educate the public about what we do: Good job, everybody. Coming out works. Itâs slow going, but it works. Keep it up.