Taylor Swift Joins The Resistance

‘Miss Americana,’ the First Celebrity Documentary About Learning How to Vote Blue

I saw the Miss Americana movie. In this mostly verité documentary, Taylor Swift, an unimaginably wealthy, incredibly beautiful, supremely talented, and nearly universally beloved pop star finds the courage within herself to become a Democrat. This conversion comes about because a California DJ gropes her during a photo shoot and then has the nerve to sue her for calling him out in public. Swift counter-sues for a dollar, but finds the subsequent trial humiliating and dehumanizing. Then the Republican Party in Taylor Swift’s home state of Tennessee puts up for re-election a Senatorial candidate, Marsha Blackburn, who voted to strike down the Violence Against Women Act. Swift finds this outrageous. Thus, out of the chrysalis of self-absorbed megacelebrity emerges Taylor Swift, a righteous pink butterfly of #Resistance.

Director Lana Wilson captures this political awakening in real time, breaking from the usual musical documentary talking-head-and-concert-footage format. Taylor Swift does a lot of talking, but never looks straight at the camera. There are many scenes of her reading her teenage diary while petting her lovely cat, who she sometimes brings on her private jet in a windowed backpack. For ten minutes, Swift writes a bad pop song with Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco.

Along the way, she discusses her struggles with an eating disorder, her essential loneliness, her respect for her mother, and how it’s hard to find true love when creepy fans are breaking into your apartment and sleeping in your bed. She wants to paint herself as an everywoman, speaking out against rampant gender inequality. But Taylor Swift doesn’t have universal problems. She has Taylor Swift problems. She speaks with a courage that most of us will never understand, if she does say so herself. This movie won’t let us forget that courage.

The Taylor Swift documentary covers similar themes as the excellent documentary Linda Ronstadt: The Sound Of My Voice, floating around unpublicized somewhere in the streaming ether. Miss Americana is a better film, as films go. The Linda Rondstadt movie over-relies on talking heads, some of whom appear to have a secret anti-Ronstadt agenda. But the actual quality of the music makes a big difference. Miss Americana takes great pains to tell us that Taylor Swift is the hardest working person in show business. She’s not some sort of manufactured pop star, the movie says. She’s an actual artist. All this is certainly true. But let’s see her step onto the stage and belt out some Gilbert and Sullivan, or unleash something one-eighth as powerful as Canciones de Mi Padre. Not possible.

But OK, Boomer. Taylor Swift isn’t Linda Ronstadt. This is still an engaging hagiography. Because I’m old and grumpy,  I didn’t know that much about Taylor Swift before entering the Miss Americana Matrix. I left my viewing with appreciation, though I did find her pretty didactic. She’s strong and smart and tough, which Miss Americana will also not let us forget.

The film ends with Taylor Swift writing a song to young people telling them not to be sad that Beto and Stacey Abrams lost, because 2020 is right around the corner and the Blue Wave is coming. “It’s time to take the masking tape off my mouth,” she says. “Like, forever.”

But now that the political season has launched for reals and things are looking awful dicey for Resistance Dems,  Swift’s social media feed is staying out of the fray, mostly telling people to watch Miss Americana and talking about how “scary” it is to be “vulnerable.” That’s quite true. It’s also the kind of self-promotion that will survive any political cycle.  This is who Taylor Swift really is, this is who we are, and this is how it will probably be, like, forever.

 

This concludes my review of the Miss Americana movie.

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Neal Pollack

Book and Film Globe Editor in Chief Neal Pollack is the author of 12 semi-bestselling books of fiction and nonfiction, including the memoirs Alternadad and Stretch, the novels Repeat and Downward-Facing Death, and the cult classic The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature. A Rotten Tomatoes certified reviewer for both film and television, Neal has written articles and humor for every English-language publication except The New Yorker. Neal lives in Austin, Texas, and is a three-time Jeopardy! champion.

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