Director Jane Campion was flying high the night of March 13. Sheâd been flying high for a while, actually. While the New Zealand director hadnât made a film that had been a critical triumph since 1993âs âThe Piano,â sheâd made a triumphant comeback with âThe Power of the Dog,â a woke revisionist Western.
But more than that, sheâd become a sort of âYASS QUEENâ woke heroine by verbally chastising Sam Elliott â the veteran cowboy actor who questioned the value of âThe Power of the Dog,â saying he didnât like the blatant homoeroticism or the Kiwiâs take on the American West.
âIâm sorry, he was being a little bit of a b****,â Campion told Variety on Saturday, March 12.
âHeâs not a cowboy; heâs an actor,â she said regarding Elliott, known for his roles in Westerns such as âTombstoneâ and â1883â as well as films such as âThe Big Lebowski.â
âThe West is a mythic space and thereâs a lot of room on the range,â Campion said. âI think itâs a little bit sexist.â
Intersectional heroine! Girlboss! As awards season approaches, that takedown is bound to win her a few trophies.
Or rather, it was.
That Sunday, just one day later, she made a comment about Tennis stars Serena and Venus Williams that her lefty cheering section didnât like â and now theyâre going after Campion with the same fervor with which they chased Elliott.
(Weâve chronicled this process before here at The Western Journal â how the left eats its own. Weâll continue to document it, if just to prove that Cancel Culture holds people to an impossible moral standard. You can help us in our fight against Wokeness by subscribing.)
The moment in question came as Campion accepted her award for best director at the Critics Choice Awards.
All of the people she was competing against in her category were men. During her acceptance speech, she pointed this out and then turned to the Williams sisters, who were there in support of a biopic about their father, âKing Richard.â
âYou know, Serena and Venus, you are such marvels,â she said. âHowever, you do not play against the guys like I have to.â
While the audience applauded, the camera showed Venus Williams sporting a pained smile.
Oopsie daisy. It wasnât long before the Twitter blue checkmark brigade made it clear they were Not Happyâą with Campion.
âMany people expressed how unnecessary it was for Campion, a White woman, to compare her experiences of sexism with the uphill battles fought by the Williams sisters, two Black Women who have faced unrelenting racism and sexism while working toward remarkable levels of success in Tennis, a White-dominated sport,â Sonia Rao of The Washington Post noted.
And thatâs just a few. Guess how long it took Campion to grovel for her doubleplusungood wrongthink? If you had Monday afternoon in the office pool, good work!
âI made a thoughtless comment equating what I do in the film world with all that Serena Williams and Venus Williams have achieved,â the director said in a statement.
âI did not intend to devalue these two legendary Black Women and world class athletes. The fact is the Williams sisters have, actually, squared off against men on the court (and off), and they have both raised the bar and opened doors for what is possible for Women in this world. The last thing I would ever want to do is minimize remarkable Women.â
In fact, there was no minimization going on there, and anybody who wasnât rage-tweeting the Critics Choice Awards live (who does that, anyway?) probably saw this later and didnât think anything of it. It was a comment about how Hollywood is still a boys club and how hard it is to compete against institutional sexism.
At least it was a joke, however. To be funny nowadays is to run the risk of being offensive, no matter what the subject matter is. Why did the chicken cross the road? Ableist privilege. I donât get why you even youâd think thatâs something to laugh about.
Say what you will about Elliott, whose cheerfully vulgar rant on Marc Maronâs podcast touched this kerfuffle off, but at least he was a) funny and b) unapologetic.
Take his remarks, via the Daily Caller, on Campion being the latest director making a sociopolitical point using a Western as her revisionist canvas: âWhat the f*** does this woman ⊠sheâs a brilliant director, by the way, I love her work, her previous work, but what the f*** does this woman from down there know about the American West? And why in the f*** did she shoot this movie in New Zealand and call it Montana?â
On the homoerotic subtext (or, well, mostly just text): âI mean, Cumberbatch never got out of his f***ing chaps. He had two pairs of chaps: a woolly pair and a leather pair, and every f***ing time he would walk in from somewhere, I donât know where,â Elliott said.
âHe was never on a horse, maybe once, heâd walk into the f***ng house, storm up the f***ing stairs, go lay in his bed in his chaps and play his banjo. Itâs like, what the f***?â
Thatâs all more entertaining than the movie or Campionâs offensive joke.
It wasnât quite as entertaining as watching the director get eaten by her own crowd one day after thinking she owned Elliott, however.
Who said Hollywood didnât make trenchant satire or happy endings anymore?
This article appeared originally on The Western Journal.
