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  • Millie Bobby Brown and Lindsay Lohan: A Teen Star Correlation

    Millie Bobby Brown and Lindsay Lohan: A Teen Star Correlation

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    Being that Lindsay Lohan was the same age as Millie Bobby Brown when her career was reaching a zenith, it seems somewhat fitting (or at least cyclical) that both should have a movie out on Netflix at the same time. While the former’s “film” (a schlock-y Hallmark wannabe) is further proof that she made a career out of simply being “teenaged,” the latter’s proves that she has more enduring staying power. And, to be frank, more talent and acting range. Both qualities have been shown in the short length of her career, which is starting to expand more heavily into film with the end of Stranger Things on the horizon—Enola Holmes and Enola Holmes 2 being part of that steady segue.

    And yes, Brown, like Lohan, seems to understand the value of clinging to the Netflix tit for work, even amid cries of the online film and TV giant “not being what it once was.” Sort of like Lohan herself, whose steady stream of hits only flowed when she was a youth, mainly as a result of sucking on Disney’s tit instead of Netflix’s (then still mailing out DVDs to subscribers). This included a succession of “feel-good” movies that started with The Parent Trap in 1998 and continued at the dawn of the 00s with Life-Size, Get A Clue, Freaky Friday and Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. All, of course, Disney-backed endeavors that complicated things when Lohan opted to embark upon the requisite Disney teen star “gone bad” route. Right around the time she decided to reteam with the juggernaut for the production of Herbie: Fully Loaded (after Paramount released Mean Girls in ’04).

    A title that, obviously, left plenty of room for the tabloids to jestingly riff off of as Lohan was hospitalized for “exhaustion” and, oh yeah, an infected kidney. At the same time filming was going on, her partying (a.k.a. going out to clubs back when they were still bankable due to people actually being sentient, sexual creatures) was coming under more scrutiny. After all, she had just turned eighteen and was far more prone to wanting to sow the oats that being a highly-paid actress permitted (see: her being on the cover of a May ’04 Us Weekly with the headline, “Teens Gone Wild: Older men, all-night partying, extreme PDA…”). Plus, just as Britney and the Olsen twins before her, the obsession with Lohan “being legal” was part of the Nabokovian bread and butter that sold magazines in the late 90s and 00s. Lohan even appeared on an issue of Rolling Stone the year she turned eighteen with the headline, “Lindsay Lohan: Hot, Ready and Legal!”

    In the decade when Millie Bobby Brown would come of age in her fame, the nascent #MeToo movement bubbled to the surface in 2017, when Brown was thirteen years old and one year into her stint as Eleven on Stranger Things. By 2020, the year of her sixteenth birthday (in addition to Miss Rona’s havoc), Brown had had enough of the overt sexualization of her body despite being a child. Something that Billie Eilish avoided full-stop by covering her own in baggy clothing that spoke to her being the twenty-first century ideal of a sexless pop star. Brown wasn’t exactly “flashing it” either, least of all à la Britney or even Lindsay—usually while they were out drinking and drugging to the tabloids’ (and TMZ’s) delight.

    Brown did none of these things, and was not nearly as ridiculed or hounded as someone such as Lohan. Yet Brown grew up in an era where so much less is “tolerated.” Including the acceptance of men fetishizing underage girls in this way no longer being so “welcomed” by the media. Hence, the freedom of Brown being able to declare on her Instagram (a tool that 00s teen stars didn’t have the luxury to access), “There are moments I get frustrated from the inaccuracy, inappropriate comments, sexualization, and unnecessary insults that ultimately have resulted in pain and insecurity for me.”

    On one level, somebody like Lohan would probably want to say, “Bitch, you don’t know from inaccuracy, inappropriate comments, sexualization or unnecessary insults.” On another, maybe Lohan can take comfort in having paved the way for subsequent teen stars to have far less of a hard time (all while narcissistically assuming it’s still “so hard”). Brown, too, wants to offer that courtesy to subsequent generations of famous teen girls, as made clear when she added to her sixteenth birthday comment, “I feel like change needs to happen for not only this generation but the next. Our world needs kindness and support in order for us children to grow and succeed.”

    Alas, it appears as though the bullying nature of tabloid journalism (parading as newsworthy events) has only transferred with more unmitigated vengeance to the online landscape. The germinal example of this being Perez Hilton’s illustrious blog (that was, let’s be honest, far more deliciously cunty in the 00s). An entity that came full-circle when both Perez and Lindsay, at one of her many nadirs in 2012, decided to use one another to their respective advantage by cameo’ing on an episode of Glee called “Nationals.” And, speaking of gays, Brown’s closest brush with intense online bullying was when a series of memes attributing her with homophobic quotes that she never said bombarded her Twitter account. Then just fourteen, Brown decided to quit the medium (long before it was chic to do so in 2022). Lohan, simultaneously loving and hating celebrity, likely wouldn’t have “quit” being present in magazines had it even been an option.

    Brown and Lohan’s divergence when it comes to romantic prudence is also markedly different. For while Lohan was dating Wilmer Valderrama—undoubtedly before she turned eighteen—a notorious player with a penchant for courting women with age gaps (though not to the same extent as Leonardo DiCaprio or Jake Gyllenhaal), Brown has kept it decidedly staid and age-appropriate with her current boyfriend, Jake Bongiovi (the spelling of which is somehow supposed to make us forget he’s Jon Bon Jovi’s son). Lohan’s mistake with her first high-profile romance at the apex of her career didn’t account for how Valderrama would, just a year after the breakup, describe, among other details to Howard Stern, that Lindsay was “a big fan of waxing.” So yeah, exactly the type of sleaze someone should be dating when they’re tabloid fodder already. That Brown is taken more seriously as an actress than Lohan ever was has also contributed to the “safe space” form of her celebrity. Less laughingstock, more tissue box stock (that’s a tear reference, not a cum one).

    However, going back to the similarities between Lohan and Brown, the ages at which each actress was when they got their first major start also eerily align, for Brown was twelve when Stranger Things debuted, and so was Lohan when The Parent Trap arrived in theaters. What’s more, when Lohan was seventeen and eighteen, her two biggest movies came out—Freaky Friday (2003) and Mean Girls (2004), respectively. Brown has also released her two biggest movies (so far) around the same age, being sixteen when Enola Holmes came out and eighteen upon the arrival of Enola Holmes 2.

    In noticeable contrast to Lohan, Brown’s future beyond teen stardom seems far brighter (more like Emma Watson’s post-Harry Potter…at least Serious Roles-wise). Not just because she has that arcane aura of “British dignity” (ironic considering how undignified that country is), but because she’s grown up in a generation that has proven itself to be the antithesis of millennial youth values: drinking and clubbing. To boot, Brown also has the advantage of “setting the record straight” on social media that no millennial star ever had.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • The Anti-Capitalist Undercurrent of Enola Holmes 2

    The Anti-Capitalist Undercurrent of Enola Holmes 2

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    When last we left Enola Holmes (Millie Bobby Brown) in 2020, she had been effectively abandoned by her mother, Eudoria (Helena Bonham Carter). Yet it was hard to begrudge this freedom fighter the “abandonment” of her child when it was all in the name of the feminist cause. Even if that cause required a bit of explosive violence to get the job done. For, as Eudoria declared to Enola in a letter she left behind with some cash, “Our future is up to us.” Would that the same could be said for women of the working class, which is the demographic that Jack Thorne’s script (Thorne also penned the one for Enola Holmes) focuses on the most. Indeed, it’s the match girls who work in horrific factory conditions that drive the majority of the plot.

    One match girl in particular, Bessie (Serrana Su-Ling Bliss), is the force that manages to prevent Enola from hanging up her detective’s hat entirely. For that’s just what she’s about to do when Bessie timidly walks into Enola’s erstwhile office. Which she can no longer afford as there are no clients willing to hire her, either because of misogyny (“Am I addressing the secretary?”) or ageism. As to the latter, she suffers the same kind of commentary as Doogie Howser might endure, with comments like, “You’re how old?” and “Stone the crows, you’re young.” In effect, no one trusts her or takes her seriously the way they do her overburdened-with-cases brother, Sherlock (Henry Cavill). Just another bane to living in 1800s-era London. Not to mention being in the thick of the Industrial Revolution’s after-effects. This including treating the worker like shit in the name of profit. Something the match girls know all about, as we see them subject themselves to the “new fever” called typhus in service to the work. Basically what happened during the onset of COVID-19, when some people got to stay at home and others didn’t have the same luxury of “staying safe” due to their class station.

    Enola, who feels it must be kismet that Bessie found a months-old ad of hers floating around on the street, agrees to assist in the search for her “sister,” Sarah Chapman (Hannah Dodd), a seasoned match girl that’s taken Bessie in as though she’s family at the ramshackle where she also lives with another factory employee named Mae (Abbie Hern). Upon seeing Enola in her abode, Mae snaps, “We don’t need help from people like you,” alluding to the overt signs of Enola’s class. Despite the lack of a warm reception to her presence, Enola goes even deeper into the case by infiltrating the factory as a match girl. Working next to Bessie, she creates a diversion to get into the manager’s office whereupon she discovers missing pages ripped from a ledger. Enola is also quick to notice that Lyon’s matches have only recently turned from red tips to white ones. Surely not a coincidence. And while she feels she’s close to grasping at something, like Sherlock with his own current case, the puzzle pieces simply haven’t come together.

    It doesn’t help matters that Enola still finds herself preoccupied with Lord Tewkesbury (Louis Partridge), who was at the center of the caper in the first film. The two continue to awkwardly flirt and semi-court, but it’s clear Enola is the one holding things back in the relationship thanks to the echoes of and flashbacks to the “independent woman”-oriented aphorisms her mother instilled within her.

    Regarding the Tewkesbury romance, although some of the movie posters make Enola Holmes 2 come across as just another Jane Austen or Bridgerton knockoff, the majority of the movie speaks to the oppression of the worker. And yes, Sarah Chapman was a real person, even if not quite so model-esque as Hannah Dodd. Much like the Reform Bill featured in Enola Holmes was based on a real bill called the Third Reform Act. Director Harry Bradbeer (who also worked on the first film) and screenwriter Thorne are sure to use revisionist history to their advantage (though not so freely as someone like Ryan Murphy) in this edition of the Enola Holmes saga as well, with Chapman being at the center of a class war made all the more complex by the fact that she has secretly been dating William Lyon (Gabriel Tierney), the son of Lyon’s owner, Henry (David Westhead). But the web of deceit will turn out to be even more convoluted when Sherlock’s adversary in a battle of wits, Moriarty, enters into the equation.

    Meanwhile, in the midst of her investigation, Enola has managed to get herself caught red-handed in the very manner from which the phrase originated: with blood all over her hands. This resulting in an arrest from the extremely smarmy Superintendent Grail (David Thewlis), who has no qualms choking Enola to attempt extracting the location of Sarah. When Enola insists she doesn’t know where Sarah is, Grail threatens, “Well if I can’t find it out from you, I’ll find it out from someone else. Like her sister, little Bessie.” Taking his meaning for the threat that it is, Enola replies, “She’s just a little girl.” Grail screams, “Oh, but that’s how it starts, Enola Holmes! With little girls like her, and you, and Sarah Chapman. Asking questions. Doubting those in charge, not seeing their protection for what it is, trying to tear it down.” Enola appears as though she might cry, but maintains a stiff upper lip (what all women must do if they want to “play by the rules” in a “man’s game”) as Grail continues, “Well it only takes one little flame to start a fire and my job is to keep crushing those bloody flames out.” Spoken like a beacon of upper management. And also a demagogue/dictator in the vein of Trump or Putin.

    The question is later asked by a certain woman (who shall go unnamed to prevent from unveiling the mystery), “Why shouldn’t I be rewarded for what I can do? Where is my place in this…society?” Many women are still asking that question. Particularly those who must slave away as both a mother and a “paid employee” (as though the slog of motherhood isn’t worth something far more than the type of labor capitalism values). It is this dual role that catches the match girls of Enola Holmes 2 afraid to take a stand against their abuse in the final minutes of the film. An abuse so grotesque that they should automatically walk out without needing any convincing from Sarah.

    But they do. Not just because the manager, a mouthpiece for the “seduction” of regular weekly earnings, shouts, “Think of your families, don’t do it girls. It’s not worth the risk.” And “the risk” he doesn’t want them to take is marching right out of the factory when Sarah urges them to protest with her against the dire conditions she’s unearthed. Informing them, as someone who has finally seen the light about the power of the worker, “It’s time for us to use the only thing we have: ourselves. It’s time for us to refuse to work. It’s time for us to tell ‘em no… I know you’re scared. I am too, but it’s the only power we have!” So here the viewer is given the expected, uplifting Act Three visualization of how “it only takes one little flame to start a fire” (to use that aforementioned match girl pun).

    These, of course, are very pleasant thoughts to console oneself with as Iran arrests and/or puts to death the female protesters who have been called to action in the wake of Mahsa Amini’s own death at the hands of Iran’s “morality police” back in September. Suffice it to say, Enola Holmes 2 won’t be much welcomed in that country. Or really, any other. For they’re all mostly patriarchies that prefer to treat women and the worker like caged animals.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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