Being Ginger (FILM REVIEW)
Being Ginger
Film Review
by Kam Williams
Bittersweet Expose Explores Redheads’ Rough Lot
in Life
Everybody knows blondes have more fun, but what
about redheads? They have the least pleasure according to Scott Harris, the producer,
director and primary subject of Being Ginger. In this bittersweet expose, the ostracized
underdog explores his plight in particular as well as that of his fellow, so-called
“Gingers” in general.
We learn that the 31 year-old
filmmaker has apparently been saddled with low self-esteem ever since being mercilessly
teased about his hair during his formative years. He sets about illustrating
that point by confronting one of his former schoolteachers who, rather than
stepping in to stop the torture, had joined in the bullying.
The inept educator even admits on
camera to having threatened to hang Scott on a hook, if he didn’t stop
blubbering, so that his classmates could pummel him like a piñata. As a result of
such repeated mistreatment, the poor boy ended-up an adult lacking in
self-confidence, especially when it comes to the ladies.
Scott claims women don’t find
redheads appealing due to a basic look which is more goofy than virile. Consequently,
he’s never been in a long-term relationship. Convinced that his soul mate must
be out there somewhere, he decided to shoot a movie chronicling his desperate search
for the girl of his dreams.
To that end, Scott looks for Ms.
Right everywhere he goes, whether in a nightclub, on a college campus, at a
redhead convention, online (at www.DateGinger.com),
or by boldly walking down the street wearing a sandwich board advertising that
he’s available. Which, if any, of these approaches works? Far be it from me to
ruin the resolution of a delightful documentary’s denouement.
Actually, as a black man born with
red hair and freckles, what I found far more thought-provoking was the question
of whether I might have been emotionally scarred during my own childhood in a
way similar to Scott. After all, I’d often been referred to as “Carrot Top” and
“Kraut” as a kid, and was not particularly popular with the opposite sex.
Ultimately, I’ve come to the
conclusion that those hair-related nicknames never bothered me as much as being
the brunt of racial epithets. And I doubt that most females are so superficial
as to reject a guy out of hand just because of his hair color.
Nevertheless, I don’t want to
minimize the trauma Scott suffered since he did such a fine job, here, of
illustrating the source of his angst. Ronald McDonalds of the world unite! You
have nothing to lose but your Cheetos-colored coiffures!
Very Good
(3 stars)
Unrated
Running time: 69 minutes
Distributor: Garden
Thieves Pictures / Quad Cinema
1 comment:
Kam Williams,
Hello from the founder of The League of Extraordinary Red Heads. We'll be showing Scott's film up here in Troy, NY this April 2.
Send me a message and I'll be happy to mail you your League member card. (There are no dues to join the League... 'cause we already paid 'em growing up.)
https://www.facebook.com/LeagueOfExtraordinaryRedheads
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