Freaks (1932) dir. Tod Browning
Freaks has many similarities with standard Hollywood sympathy “isn’t biogtry awful!” pieces.
The freaks are oppressed, but they’re cheerful. Like all Hollywood minorities, they have hearts of gold and serve their privileged masters with a song and a smile – their mobile shanty town resembles a Bohemain camp. And, we even have a few token good normals, to give the audience someone to relate to.
Our good normals serve a plot point, but none of them are main characters. The freaks are always in focus. They exist in and of themselves, and not as a means to teach normals a lesson on tolerance.
The biggest difference between Freaks and the standard Hollywood model comes at the end. The freaks aren’t saved by an enlightened normal, and they’re not offered noble, “inspiring” martyrdom either. The story remains theirs, and from their perspective.
Perhaps this is why audiences didn’t like Freaks upon release. It’s not the sweet syrup studios usually spoon-feed audience members who present their ticket stubs as proof of their non-bigotry. (*cough* The Help *cough*) And, maybe that’s why Freaks is remembered today, while movies like Gentleman’s Agreement have been forgotten.
Freaks is #164 on the 2011 edition of the TSPDT 1,000 list I’m blogging through. I’ve now seen 410.