Karen (2021)
(On Cable TV, September 2021) Let’s admit it: It’s really hard to resist a film titled Karen when it’s about a crazy entitled racist white woman taking on a couple of likable black protagonists. It’s such an on-the-nose topic (even acknowledged by the characters in a rare clever meta-moment) that it’s barely surprising when the film pulls out all of the stops to make its titular antagonist as humanly unpleasant as possible. We all know where this is headed, from neighbourly microaggressions with a fake smile to gunning for the female lead in a rain-soaked night-time finale. It’s clearly meant not meant to be a good movie, but to satisfy some appetite for retribution and I suppose that it does exactly that. It could have been far wittier in better hands, but writer-director Coke Daniels, perhaps working according to a specific deadline, doesn’t waste much time in non-essential refinements. Karen is unsubtle to the point of being amusing, although there are a few occasional nice touches (such as the HOA refusing to go along with the antagonist’s overly racist schemes) to keep it from floundering too badly. Taryn Manning, made up to be as ugly as her character, is perhaps too good in the role considering how easily she gets to be so exasperating. Meanwhile, Jasmine Burke doesn’t have all that much to do as the female lead, but she looks good doing it. As the male lead, Cory Hardrict has a meatier and not entirely perfect character to play with — and he has the unenviable task of acting through a ridiculous scene where he discovers a bathroom filled with Confederate memorabilia, including a soap dispenser with a Dixie Flag sticker. I mean — really? If you’re not laughing at this point, you’re probably missing the point. (Although the point may be that this probably should have been turned into an overt comedy.) In the end what we get with Karen is not a good film, but it’s an entertaining watch, and you can make a case that it’s sociologically interesting. While I’m not happy about the rise of “Karen” as a generic insult (the two Karens I’ve known best were two of the sweetest, most likable women ever — and one of them was black), I think that the concept that it vehicles is useful — highlighting a racist archetype that is more insidious and no less corrosive than the typical redneck-KKK cliché which has been a too-convenient singular shorthand for too long. Still, there’s still plenty of space for a cleverer screenwriter to explore the subtleties of the idea because Karen really isn’t interested in being more than an in-your-face movie-of-the-week.