Hoity-toity film critics have long slimed the great, epic, wonderful, Forrest Gump, as nothing but a bit of ‘90s agitprop to slam liberals. Well, maybe it is. After all, it is the story of a retard who achieves the American Dream simply by existing. And the story of an American woman that ends in quite the opposite manner.
Forrest is, indeed, good. His childhood is defined by leg-braces, loneliness, discrimination, but ultimately a racy, retard-on-hot-Robin Wright (Jenny)-love affair. (I use the word, “affair,” loosely, I mean, she sorta gets him off in her dorm room, but it’s like a pity ejaculation).
Anyways, Forrest goes on to influence every aspect of American life for the next forty years: He fights in Vietnam, he inspires John Lennon, he creates Watergate, and he unknowingly invests in Apple. He also runs for an extensive sequence that sorta slows the movie down. This is all to his advantage.
On the other hand, Jenny—his one and only love—poses nude for a magazine, gets kicked out of college, travels the country, joins SDS, experiments with drugs, and at the end of her rope, returns to Alabama to have sex with a retard and create a child before dying of AIDS.
There is a sort of conservative message there: Hippies that do needle drugs and whore themselves die: Good retards that follow rules and stay clean become millionaires.
Yeah, the movie is a little one-sided and lacking of nuance, but it’s also about a man possessing an I.Q. under 75. It’s also fun and entertaining, and I don’t give a shit that it doesn’t dwell in the political underbrush of things and events that it seems to skim over.
No, It doesn’t address racism, or sexism, or whatever other -isms we tend to invent on a daily basis, but who cares? Can’t we just sit back and enjoy funny dialog and bask in some nostalgia?
Just watch the movie without your political baggage. It’s fun. Try it.