Heroine: Matilda from Leon
Villainess: Suzanne Stone from To Die For

Matilda – Leon (Besson, 1994)
I didn’t intentionally choose these two characters to contrast them but in considering them afterwards, it’s worth remarking just how much they complement each other. Matilda is the woman-child, Suzanne is the child-woman. Our heroines come in all shapes and sizes and Matilda may be the only child female character I find admirable, whereas Suzanne is someone I wouldn’t piss on if she were on fire. Matilda, a poor 11 year old girl from a broken home forced to grow up faster than the years can pass, with a forceful attitude and an inner strength lacking in women 3x her age. Suzanne, a woman so spoiled and self-centered you want to put her over your knee and smack the sensibility into her with a yard stick.
Matilda is an endlessly fascinating character to me. Like every young girl she carries the desire to be a woman faster than she ought to be. Some of the shots I posted may not be familiar to folks cause they are from the Director’s Cut, where Matilda’s Lolita-like role is fleshed out in more suggestive but (thankfully) nonexplicit scenes. In the American release I could never quite decide if there was meant to be a mutually romantic note developing or if Leon’s confession of love near the end was paternalistic. In the DC it’s a bit less likely to be the latter. Matilda blatantly asks him to be her lover, a ridiculous notion and yet why shouldn’t she? She’s already acted as a mother-figure to her younger brother, suffered the loss of people she loved and hated, been forced to independence…it is not so unexpected that she seeks this as well.

Yet she’s still a child and we can always see that. She rebells, she plays dress-up, she watches cartoons. All the while exhibiting wisdom that I think most of us would lack if thrust into her situation without the tootelage of an uncaring family and unfair hand dealt. She’s a woman in her own right. Mature beyond her years and would we all have a bit of that wisdom even at our age could count ourselves lucky.

Suzanne Stone is the poster-child for vanity. She’s played perfectly by Nicole Kidman and written perfectly too, as I don’t recall a single scene where Suzanne isn’t doing or saying something to advance her career prospects which may in fact be the only thing this woman ever thinks about. She doesn’t just believe she was meant to be a star journalist, she believes she deserves to be one. Inherently, as a divine gift. Moreover, she believes you ought to feel priviledged to be a part of her ascent to superstardom. It is almost ludicrous how vane Suzanne is. I’ve never met a woman like her and I hope I never do. This is the woman women love to hate and the worst part is that she knows it. She knows what she has and that you don’t have it and that your natural reaction should be to envy her.

And she’s right, in a way. She has all the things we are trained to strive for as a woman, intentionally or not. She’s flawlessly beautiful, wealthy, married the guy all the other girls wanted, has a perfect home a perfect wardrobe, and grand career aspirations. There’s a few snags in her perfectly tailored yellow polka-dot suit though, not the least being that she’s a complete moron, lacking in the basic ability of self-analysis. It’s like Suzanne sprung from her mother’s womb already with her hair neatly tressed and skin perpetually unblemished. Suzanne’s never known herself to have a weakness and if Freud is to be believed she’s also never bothered to develop a superego. She is the center of her own universe.

I could go on and on describing her faults but ultimately this has to end. It’s not hard to see where the line becomes drawn with these two. Character isn’t born of age but of hardship. Little chicks breaking through shells. Matilda has to fight her way through and comes out the stronger for it. Suzanne has the whole thing chipped away for her and her character is crippled permanently, ultimately leading to her demise. I guess age really is just a number.




