{"id":13584,"date":"2013-05-14T09:00:15","date_gmt":"2013-05-14T08:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=13584"},"modified":"2013-05-14T10:36:42","modified_gmt":"2013-05-14T09:36:42","slug":"guest-post-jeans-no-heels-gender-sexuality-in-eli-roths-hostel-part-22","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2013\/05\/14\/guest-post-jeans-no-heels-gender-sexuality-in-eli-roths-hostel-part-22\/","title":{"rendered":"[Guest Post] Jeans, No Heels: Gender & Sexuality in Eli Roth\u2019s Hostel (Part 2\/2)"},"content":{"rendered":"
According to Eli Roth, it was a conscious choice for the first
example of nudity in
Hostel II<\/strong>\u00a0(2007) to be that of a man. Following
the credit sequence and a quick catch up with
Hostel<\/strong> survivor Paxton (Jay Hernandez), we\u2019re
introduced to our victims.<\/p>\n
Far from the seedy lights of Amsterdam, these beautiful
college-age women are in a life drawing class in Rome. Within
thirty seconds, the male nude is replaced by a female model,
Axelle (Vera Jordanova), who disrobes to the sound of audible
gasps. Her gaze lingers on our main character, Beth (Lauren
German). Beth grits her teeth, her forehead puckered into a
tense frown as she begins to sketch.<\/p>\n
Beth and Axelle\u2019s encounters are carefully structured to
be titillating, and yet Beth\u2019s sexuality is never openly
discussed. Compared to the view of male homosexuality depicted
in the first
Hostel<\/strong> film, we\u2019re in full-on homophobic
fratboy territory here: lesbians are hot (as long as
they\u2019re young, slim and not too gay), and gay men are
scary and have to be repressed.<\/p>\n
Hostel II<\/strong> differs to
Hostel<\/strong> in that we get a deeper
understanding of how the whole operation works,
focalised through two American clients, Todd and
Stuart. \u201cThis isn\u2019t like going to a
whorehouse,\u201d Todd explains to reluctant Stuart
after they successfully bid a collective $100,000 on
securing Whitney and Beth as their torture victims.
\u201cYou can\u2019t just back out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roth works hard to ensure the viewer feels an iota
of sympathy for Stuart: he is de-masculinised by a
practical and demanding wife, he lacks charisma, and
he has to be cajoled into the Hostel experience by
the powerhouse Todd. Todd compares their first kill
to losing their virginity; Stuart pensively asks,
\u201cDo you think we\u2019re sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re the normal ones,\u2019 Todd
replies, taking a deep sniff of cocaine. As they
draw up to the factory, a mournful serenade plays as
we see the doubt flicker across Stuart\u2019s face.
Roth asks us to feel sympathy for someone who has
essentially been peer-pressured into paying vast
sums of money to torture a woman \u2013 who
intentionally resembles his wife, no less \u2013 to
death.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Hostel<\/strong> twists itself into a game of
privilege top trumps. The rich are powerful and
the powerful are rich: the notion of power, and an
individual\u2019s lack of control over their own
fate, presents a contemporary spin on the 18th
century fear of the aristocracy, often portrayed
through a vampiric allegory along the lines of
Dracula.<\/p>\n
Hostel II<\/strong> even includes a female
client who pays hard cash to writhe \u2013
naked, naturally \u2013 in an Elizabeth
Bathory-esque tub as the blood of virginal
Lorna showers down upon her bare
skin.\u00a0It\u2019s interesting to note that
this is one of the few onscreen deaths of
torture victims: the franchise often shies
away from the so-called money shot (another
grotesque connection between torture flicks
and pornography).<\/p>\n
Additionally, the fact that the only female
client \u2013 aside from a stern
silver-haired horsey type who unsuccessfully
bids on the trio \u2013 chooses to murder
her victim in this rather specifically vain
method reinforces the assertion that for
women, beauty is a matter of life and death.
(This is also articulated in
Hostel<\/strong> when the infamous
\u201ceyeball\u201d woman catches sight of
her mutilated face and throws herself from
the arms of safety to certain death under
a speeding train).<\/p>\n
The fate of Whitney is grisly: she is
made up \u2018for the client\u2019 in a
corset and smudged, clownish make up.
Todd gets cold feet, and so she is
offered around and sold to the highest
bidder. Sensitive Stuart finds his sea
legs and takes her on as a warm up for
Beth, who is dressed in a suit and made
to even further resemble his
wife.<\/p>\n
How does Beth survive? She seduces him,
naturally, then chops his dick off and
pays her way out because she\u2019s
stinkin\u2019 freakin\u2019 rich.
Let\u2019s not forget her place, though:
after negotiating with the Alan Sugar of
the Hostel world, she is bent over a
table and tattooed on the small of her
back, rather than her bicep, ankle or,
oh I don\u2019t know, anywhere on her
body that wouldn\u2019t liken the
process to being fucked from
behind.<\/p>\n
In a world in which
The Human Centipede<\/strong> exists
(and actually manages to generate
enough revenue to produce a sequel),
the so-called \u201ctorture porn\u201d
movement seems to have finally tipped
over the edge into self-parody. The
golden age for splatter flicks was
2002-2007. Since then, things seemed
to have waned.<\/p>\n
The biggest horror titles of 2012
suggest a rekindled preference for
things that go bump in the night,
with poltergeists, paranormal
happenings and possession pictures
enjoying a rise in popularity. The
washed-up sequels of classic Splat
Pack originals, such as
Hostel III<\/strong> and
Saw<\/strong> ad infinitum, are
slinking off into the background
– and good
riddance.<\/p>\n
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