I recently got the opportunity to finally see ‘October Baby’, a Christian movie from a few years back dealing with abortion (as longtime followers of this site may recall). At the time, Wintery Knight linked to a review of it.
I am disappointed.
Near the start of the movie, just a little bit into it, it is revealed that the girl’s adoptive mother (the girl didn’t yet know she’d been adopted) stumbled upon the daughter’s open diary in her bedroom, noticed some apparently suicidal thoughts, told the father, who then emailed part of the entry to the family doctor. When this comes to light, the parents are holding hands, sitting next to their daughter in the doctor’s office, and the mother gets upset and unlinks her hand from her husband. That annoyed me, as it does in real life when women use that technique to try to emotionally blackmail their boyfriends / fiancés / husbands. The mother should have taken her husband’s side, even if she disagreed with his actions, and not the daughter’s – and the movie shouldn’t have apparently endorsed the mother’s behaviour, as it unfortunately did.
On learning suddenly that she had been adopted, the daughter is only upset at her father for not telling her, not her mother; the movie frames it as the father alone being responsible, as if (a) he had actually done something wrong (on what basis must an adopted child be told he or she is adopted? I see no Scriptural basis for that.) and (b) as if it was all his ‘fault’, and none of it the mother’s, also. This anger at her father, but neutral feeling towards her mother’s equal silence, continues throughout the movie.
And when the father doesn’t want to reveal anything further to the daughter, the mother goes against her husband and gives the girl her birth certificate.
So the mother denigrates male authority within marriage, and this isn’t shown to be a bad thing, just the way of things…
Apart from the male character who is the daughter’s best friend, all the young men in the movie are doofuses, with various character flaws of one kind or another.
And the film did in fact blame the man for the unwanted pregnancy and subsequent botched abortion then premature birth; it was subtle, but those with a Red Pill POV, with ‘They Live’ glasses, should be able to pick up on it.
The abortionist’s nurse aide to the daughter:
“She told me she didn’t even know the fella, didn’t know his name. Met him at a bar, and had a night together, and then he was gone.”
“He was gone.”
Not “they went their separate ways” after fornicating, but “he was gone” (presumably meaning she had brought him back to her place, then he left – but it’s his fault, doncha know, even though it takes two to tango).
I could go on and on, I have more complaints (e.g. the usual evanjellyfish hypersensitivity towards fears of accusations of racism makes them have a black girl and a Hispanic guy among the group of friends who go on the road trip together, though giving them very few lines, which demonstrates they’re just for show; the nauseatingly endless scenes of moody girl contemplating beside a lake or the ocean (felt like a Beverly Hills 90210 episode, with Brandon jumping in his car to go brood by the ocean), but I’ll leave it at that.
Save your time / money; skip this one.