Instead, she lets them moan about how hard it is to be a dude in 2016, endorsing their anecdotal complaints about unfair family courts, incidents of men being tricked into being fathers and - I didn't quite follow this one - one father's conviction that the women who had custody of his son were systematically trying to make the boy fat. (It's a Kickstarter job, and A Voice for Men and Reddit's most misogynistic MRA subs were active in the campaigns.) Jaye acknowledges in the opening and closing minutes that MRAs sometimes spew nasty garbage online, but she never presses them on this in her many interviews. You don't even have to put in that tiny bit of online legwork to suspect that something's hinky with Jaye's film. Here's something Elam wrote on A Voice for Men in 2010: “Should I be called to sit on a jury for a rape trial, I vow publicly to vote not guilty, even in the face of overwhelming evidence that the charges are true.” What excuse would any serious documentarian have for not asking Elam to explain that? I feel comfortable calling her “propagandist” because of my own “research” (e.g. “We have video-game addiction, we have pornography addiction,” Elam points out, and a propagandist more adept than Jaye might not have included so much comic out-of-gas sputtering. Jaye's star witness, A Voice for Men's Paul Elam, plays the part in her interviews of a decent chap alarmed at the evidence of a crisis facing American men: Yes, men commit suicide more than women do, are more likely to drop out of college and, when men are the victims of violence in a relationship, they do not have access to the same (threadbare, strained) network of shelters that women do. Use Google yourself and you might come to different conclusions. And then, for two agonizing hours, Jaye tumbles slowly down America's stupidest rabbit hole, discovering that Men's Rights Activists are actually just dudes who have been dicked over by a culture that punishes masculinity. “A website called A Voice for Men popped up,” she tells us. We literally see the words “rape culture” get typed into Google. “I started to research this 'rape culture,’” she tells us, each syllable so far from the next one that a tumbleweed could breeze through the gap. That comes at the start of her film The Red Pill, and the high drama of her search for a subject gets illustrated with the results of a web search. “After releasing my film in 2012 about marriage equality, I was at a loss of what topic to explore next,” says Cassie Jaye in the halting tones of a hostage reading her captors' statement to the world. Here's a great example of how not to open your documentary.

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