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After waiting for over a year in anticipation of watching Cassie Jaye's recently-released documentary The Red Pill, I finally got my long-awaited chance to attend a screening. There was just one small problem: The screening was to be held in Melbourne. I live in Adelaide. For those not familiar with Australian geography, that's a distance of 725 km or 450 miles by road, or an 8-hour drive not including rest stops. So, two friends and myself decided to make this day-long trip with the express and specific objective of watching this movie and for no other reason - probably the greatest distance anyone has ever driven merely to watch a movie!
The screening was held at the Ultima Function Centre in Keilor Park. Despite a vicious campaign by feminists leaving false negative reviews and threatening vandalism to try to force the centre to cancel the screening, the courageous staff defied them and went ahead with the screening as planned.
The three of us experienced some nervousness as our taxi approached the function centre. We had elected to leave my mate's car at the hotel and take a taxi because some of the feminist attackers had been threatening to go around keying cars of attendees, and we didn't want my friend's vehicle damaged. But that didn't make us any less nervous about the possibility of having to force our way through a picket line of aggressive SJWs to get in.
Fortunately there turned out to be no protestors around when we turned up, and we all heaved a sigh of relief. Apparently these SJWs are very mouthy online but not so keen on actually showing up to confront their opponents in the flesh - not that I minded in the least. A polite security guard met us at the door, checked our tickets, and in we went.
The atmosphere inside the main hall was cheerful, and jovial; everyone there shared similar views on the hypocrisy of feminism and political correctness and we were all looking forward to a good red-pilling (although most of us had taken our medicine long ago, we were still looking forward to seeing this validation of our experiences and beliefs.) We shared drinks and stories, and several people there, including the owner of the centre, were amazed that we'de driven all the way from Adelaide just to attend this event. Everyone had experienced some injustice at the hands of insititutionalised feminism, and I was pleased to see around some twenty or so women among the crowd. In all there were about 80 people attending.
The Red Pill itself is a visceral, compelling account of Ms Jaye's experiences with the Men's Rights Movement (MRM) and the emotional pain and confusion she felt as her feminist-inculcated worldview fell apart around her in the face of the stark, brutal truth she uncovered. It begins with Cassie recapping her childhood, how she was shy and how her parents enrolled her in drama classes to bolster her confidence. She enjoyed it so much she went to Hollywood and embarked on an acting career.
However, she ended up being typecast as the "dumb blonde bimbo who always gets killed" in schlock horror movies. Disgusted at this treatment and restriction of her career, she moved behind the camera to become a director and producer, and became a staunch feminist on the way. Her initial films dealt with the suffering of women and children and their mistreatment at the hands of men - standard feminist fare, as one might expect and quite reasonably understand given her treatment as an actress.
Then after reading about a college campus rape trial, she decided to do a hit piece on the emergent MRM who she believed, as per the mainstream media's biased misportrayals, were a gang of women-hating would-be rapists who wanted to send women back to the kitchen and bedroom. Determined to expose these misogynistic savages for what she thought they were, she began tracking down well-known men's rights activists, camera in hand.
But the reality she found was far different from the picture the media and establishment had painted of the movement. From here the movie chronicles her progress as she interviews first the figureheads of the MRM, A Voice For Men founder Paul Elam and former editor Dean Esmay. After they spell out a few realities about the issues men face that are being ignored by society, such as male suicide (4 our 5 suicides are men), workplace deaths (98 percent are men), the complete lack of support for male victims of family violence and abuse, she begins to question her faith in feminism.
The further Cassie dug, the more she researched the MRM, the more powerfully her beliefs were challenged. She met the Honey Badgers, women who support the MRM and oppose the feminist narrative; being women, they shook her convictions to the core more effectively than any man ever could.
In an effort to ground herself and restore her flagging faith, Cassie began to attend women's support groups, interviewed feminists, both male and female, to reassure herself that she had not been wrong about feminism. Yet she found the buzzword-laden rhetoric of political correctness, the triviality of the issues they blew out of proportion, and the callous indifference to the plight of men the feminists exhibited, seemed shallow and contrived against the cold facts and figures and earnest expressions of the MRAs.
Then, she learns of injustice after injustice: The indifference of the media towards terror group Boko Haram's cold-blooded murder of thousands of boys, only making a ruckus when Boko Haram started abducting girls; the plight of men trapped in abusive relationships with nowhere to turn for help; the bigotry and bias of the Family Court system; and finally the disgusting savagery of circumcision (or to give it its proper name, Male Genital Mutilation) forces Cassie, in a deep and powerful way, to understand that there is no patriarchy, that both sexes have their issues and difficulties, and in realising that feminism is only about helping one side and completely neglecting the other, renounces her status as a feminist.
It is not often a movie chokes me up, but this one did. Cassie's journey into the world of men and their issues is genuine and heartfelt; she does her utmost to defend her faith and her belief in feminism, but ultimately, confronted by the indisputable facts, she is intelligent enough to turn her back on the political lies and take the Red Pill of truth.
Cassie Jaye has sacrificed much in the making of this movie. She has exposed the hypocrisy of the so-called social justice movement and in so doing has clearly angered some very powerful people - the ruling elite who have used feminism and political correctness to create divisions in society as a distraction from the only issue that really matters: wealth disparity. And in so doing, she has jeopardised, very likely ruined, her Hollywood career. As soon as it came to light that her anticipated 'hit piece' on the MRM was to actually give the other side a voice as well as that of the feminists', all funding and mainstream support for the movie dried up. Mainstream movie houses and distributors refused to have anything to do with it. Cassie was forced to turn to Kickstarter to find funding in order to complete the film independently.
Cassie's courage and honesty in telling her story may cost her dearly, and for that she deserves our fullest support. She has done more to raise awareness for men's issues and exposing the truth behind feminism and political correctness than any MRA could have done, male or female, at considerable personal risk and loss, and my gratitude to her cannot be overstated.
Despite the media narrative, The Red Pill is not misogynistic, sexist or hateful. At no time does it dismiss or belittle the very real difficulties women face. It gives a fair and impartial hearing to both sides of the conflict, MRAs and feminists alike. Its message is simply one of pure equality, that men and women alike equally deserve compassion, understanding and respect, and it highlights the fact that the establishment has for decades been neglecting the needs and issues of men for political grandstanding.
Since the movie is not being shown by the mainstream cinema chains, and the only screenings are those organised by men's rights and free speech advocates, many people who need to see this movie, who want to see it, will be denied the chance to. Fortunately, The Red Pill is being released on Blu-Ray on March 7, 2017, and you can pre-order it from Amazon here for $25 USD. Believe me, it's worth every cent, even if you don't support men's rights. It's simply a cracking good yarn and a sobering, genuine account of a young woman's awakening to the realities of life for millions, and it is a movie I will watch again and again.
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