I can barely wait for the upcoming Eddie Redmayne movie, The Danish Girl. I’ll let the trailer speak for itself, though even the photo that appears on screen is enough for me.
The movie is based on a book by the same name, written by David Ebershoff. I think it’s a fictionalized account of a true story. I gather from the trailer that this movie is about a man, Einar Wegener, discovering the woman he was always supposed to be, but had never met before within him – Lily Elbe. He senses her first when he dresses as a woman to model for his wife’s painting.
I don’t however want to take away from the fact that it is also about his partner, Gerta, her struggles, and how she sometimes participates, sometimes catalyses, sometimes supports, and other times wants to run away from this change (Theory of Everything, anyone?). It’s also about the first experimental surgery carried out to anatomically change the sex of this person.
I don’t particularly want to watch this as a film on human rights, or the myriad gender-centric conversations it will start. That will happen, and that’s fantastic. But I want to watch it for the (hopefully) phenomenal way the movie is going to capture what is feels like – the experience – of being man or woman. The thoughts of being man or woman. The confusion. The transition. The fears. The love. I can’t say too much about the movie of course – I haven’t seen anything but the trailer. The acting promises tears and empathy, no doubt, but I think I’m secretly looking for that deeply human complex of emotions that cannot be teased apart and categorized into identity issues, sexuality disorders, discordant selves and what not. And I’m not even going into the bit about mental illness debate.