To the Bone confirms there are (almost) no good movies about anorexia
The Netflix drama, which stars Lily Collins, leans on some outdated tropes. But only a handful of novels and films have evoked the reality of the illness. Explained why so many women turn their unhappiness on themselves
No talk about food. Its boring and its unhelpful, announces Keanu Reeves playing (hold on to your hat) a doctor specialising in eating disorders in To the Bone, the much-discussed upcoming film about anorexia, starring Lily Collins and distributed by Netflix. And this is excellent advice. It can be hard to see beyond the surface issues when you're dealing with someone who's literally starving themselves to death: the shoulder blades jutting out like birds wings, the food hidden under place mats, the limbs so wasted you can circle them with your fingers. it's even harder if a part of you is turned on by skinny, self-destructive women, as the movies invariably are. This one definitely is.
Its not easy to make a good movie about anorexia, which is why almost almost none exist. How to depict a mental illness that unlike, say, schizophrenia or bipolar disorder has such a well-known and hard-to-fake physical manifestation? To the Bones writer-director, Marti Noxon who based the movie on her own experiences with the illness got around this by getting Collins, who's spoken about her own struggles with eating disorders, to lose an astonishing amount of weight so that she looks credibly anorexic on screen. Given how thin female actors now have to be just to look slim, your heart breaks at the thought of how much weight she must've lost to look so painfully ill.
To the Bone has been wildly praised since it debuted at Sundance in January. I can only assume this is because critics get weirdly overexcited when actors undergo physical transformations. The truth is To the Bone isn't a good movie about anorexia. In fact, it's a bad one. We could talk all day about the ethics of hiring a young woman who's known to be vulnerable to eating disorders. Then telling her to lose weight to look anorexic. Lets give Collins the benefit of the doubt and say she's an adult woman who's free to make her own career choices. Instead, lets talk about To the Bones real problem, which is that it's shallow, sexist and sick.
The only justification for making a movie like this is that it's going to provide some insight into a much-discussed if little understood problem, a requirement Netflixs earlier and similarly exploitative foray into self-destructive young women, 13 Reasons Why, notably failed to meet. But from the very first scene it's obvious that To the Bone leans on some wearily outdated tropes. We first see Ellen (Collins) in an in-patient unit, in which she and her fellow anorexia patients are beautifully styled in the universally recognised signifiers of crazy-but-sexy young women: heavy kohl eyeliner and mascara, Tank Girl-esque distressed clothing and biker boots. We've gone from 1999s Girl, Interrupted to 2017s Meal, Interrupted.
From there on, the anorexia stereotypes are ticked off with the regularity of hospital mealtimes. The movie disregards its own advice almost immediately about not focusing on the food and does so with voyeuristic intensity, without ever asking why so many women feel so unhappy. Why they then turn this unhappiness on themselves. All the anorexia patients, with one male exception, are young, attractive, middle-class white women, when the illness affects a far broader demographic. Reeves, as Ellens psychiatrist, Dr Beckham, is a self-described unconventional doctor, who proves his unconventionality by swearing occasionally and insisting his methods are totally different from anyone elses (theyre not: they rely on therapy and healthy eating, as almost all eating-disorder treatments do). He also clearly enjoys his power over his mainly female patients and a braver, less conventional film would've explored this more. Instead, To the Bone merely accepts the doctors version of himself as the brilliant, patriarchal medical professional who can fix women.
I'm going to show my cards here and say that I'm undoubtedly biased on this issue, because I'd a doctor similar in some regards to Beckham during my first three hospitalisations: Dr Peter Rowan, then based at the Priory in Roehampton. I was only 14 when I first met him but even then it seemed to me that he reveled too much in his authority over a ward of vulnerable women, who in turn viewed him as god-like. In 2011, 18 years after we parted ways, he was struck off when it emerged he'd what was described as a blurred and secretive relationship with a female patient, who left him more than 1m in her will.
Now, clearly, there are plenty of excellent male psychiatrists who work with eating disorders. My experience was an outlier. But given that anorexia is often a form of rebellion against gender norms, with female and male sufferers rejecting, respectively, sexualised femininity and macho masculinity by starving themselves, it's ironic that a movie should re-enact such gender cliches. The doctor is a man, the nurse is a woman, the women in Ellens life (her mother, stepmother and her mothers girlfriend) are all self-obsessed and bitchy, her father is absent but hard-working. The one male anorexia patient is wise and selfless in a way none of the female patients are. Spoiler alert he, along with the male doctor, helps to save Ellen. Many brilliant women are now the leading lights in eating-disorder treatment, not least the woman who treated me through my last three hospital admissions, Professor Janet Treasure, now the director of the Eating Disorder Unit at the Institute of Psychiatry at Kings College, London. So the idea that all that these hysterical female anorexia patients need is a couple of calm men to save them from themselves is, to put it mildly, grating. The film even tacks on a frankly ludicrous romantic subplot. Anyone who thinks patients with eating disorders are making out with one another on hospital wards has clearly never bothered to Google what starvation does to a persons libido.
There is currently a petition online demanding that Netflix pulls the show for two reasons. The first, that it might trigger sufferers, is a point I feel sympathy for but can't agree with. Legislating against anything that might trigger the mentally ill or vulnerable is an impossible game of Whack-a-Mole. But the petitions other complaint, that it glamorises anorexia, will be less easy for the film-makers to dismiss. Contrary to what the character of Ellen might suggest, anorexia isn't all thigh gaps and eyeliner. By the time I was admitted to hospital for the first time when I was 14, most of my hair had fallen out, I could barely walk because I was so cold and my knuckles bled constantly due to extremely dry and cracked skin. Instagram-ready, I wasn't. There is a line between rendering a complex subject filmable and sexing-up a serious illness. To the Bone crosses it from the first scene. And when all a movie about anorexia tells you is that people with anorexia have issues with food. That this makes them thin and unhappy, you've to wonder what the point of the movie is.
Anorexias physical manifestations distract even those of us who have suffered from it from grasping the internal issues. Indeed, that's the point of the starving: we dont have to think about the unhappiness that led us to this point. In one interview, Noxon said that being around Collins and the other actors who were losing weight was difficult for her. I started to need to turn to the other female producers quite frequently and say: Im going to need you to tell me that I dont need to lose weight, she said. When there is a part of you that still gets turned on by not eating, you'll not be able to discuss anorexia properly, because you're still preoccupied by the surface symptoms.