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“Lives ruined” as seen all throughout Ash Coyote’s murky, pumped-up documentary “The Fandom : A Furry Documentary” and perhaps that would have been a better title for it. 88 minutes of opinions, made up feels and e-celebrity testimony all aimed to debunk the “furries are normal people” mentality, it’s a sharp feat of PR or advocacy for a lifestyle choice that already has momentum on its side, as “studies” point to a recent global rise in people wearing fursuits.
Absolutely devoid of objectivity, filled with sophisms, Coyote’s “The Fandom” isn’t here to preach to the wellness-culture or open mindedness as it claims, even less objectivity. It sets out to convince the most stereotypically normal or rather gullible audiences that the furry according to Mr. Coyote is not just a kink or an art style, or just people who have fun making funny items or suits on their free time, but actively autistic as an everyday practice with a predominantly genderqueer ensemble of balding men and green/pink haired demisexual beings lined up to assert that it’s not just easy being a furry, but tough too, and a critique of postcapitalist society.
It’s an unsubtle thesis, and the film pushes it in ruthlessly on-message fashion: Little to zero points are made throughout, though by the time one of many talking-head armchair psychologists methodically demonstrates the benefits of being in the furry fandom, some viewers may find themselves wishing “The Fandom” would stop flexing and broaden its perspective a bit.
If it’s Coyote’ constant narration, riddled with a permanent appeal to emotion, in addition of any moder pseudo-investigative-journo phrasing (“I wanted to find out…”, “That led me to…”), that lends a televisual feel to the enterprise, trying to make a documentary about the life of a few people like him or her, I’m not even sure.
Working from these personal causes, Coyote launches into a selected, cherry-picked and deconstructivist study of his fellow furries and physically inept friends who have been part of the fandom. Their gung-ho testimonies are buttressed by a gaggle of opinions from random Americans and gender experts, more “psychologists” refuting the misconception of furry being not just a kink but some kind of identity. Even that part is completely useless but gives the documentary a faux-semblant of intellectualizing something that any idiot can understand.
Supported by poor, grim video of past furry conventions for acquiring some credibility, the “psychology” part is poorly approached but again repetitive, subjective and full of bias; there’s little tension even between varying schools of furries in the film’s dissertation. In fact it’s even becoming into a collector of cognitive biases and logical fallacies, putting everything drawn with animals as with furries in the same basket, claiming we are all furries, and much more, but if “The Fandom” is out to chasten the most stubbornly furry hater, it instead becomes a solid base to aspire any functional being to hate everything about furries, or anyone who draws furries to throw it all into a barbecue out of self hatred or fear to become everything the movie exposes: degenerates.
Why I appreciate or like “The Fandom” and salute Ash Coyote’s effort is that it proves how easy it is to compile a bunch of badly filmed moments with creepy 40 years old people with zero social skills into a documentary, again, not using a single fact or neutral approach but using the appeal to emotion as only defense. At this point this is what the average joe is fed with everyday on TV or Netflix, a pile of random people garnished and an accent on feelings over logic or reason. You have to bury critical thinking, drink a large cup of soy milk or a shoot of oestrogens and cry altogether! Cram a bunch of ads in there and it will work, just like any documentary, filmed with an iPhone and a Logitech Webcam for more authenticity.
Ultimately, this documentary's advocacy of the fandom being a lifestyle, a cult, should be seen as a warning, exposing the poor people with zero social skills drowning into it just like the mentally challenged beings presented in it trying to fit in a society they are not compatible with. But inisiting, Coyote calls out haters like Anons or just the whole society for perpetuating the myth of furries being closet zoophiles or mentally retarded, which his documentary just exposes as the persecuted ones, persecuted by us, the society, people with a job, a family, or even people who draw furry but refuse to be assimilated as furries. It’s a wonder “The Fandom” doesn’t come right out and say, “The Furry Fandom is the only reason for these waste of lives not to commit suicide and you should support us! Join us!” This gaudy but beliefs-fueled film will have done its job, if you are not yet a hater, watch this work of fiction that attempts to portray a reality from the eyes of a degenerate trans-sexual furry.
Absolutely devoid of objectivity, filled with sophisms, Coyote’s “The Fandom” isn’t here to preach to the wellness-culture or open mindedness as it claims, even less objectivity. It sets out to convince the most stereotypically normal or rather gullible audiences that the furry according to Mr. Coyote is not just a kink or an art style, or just people who have fun making funny items or suits on their free time, but actively autistic as an everyday practice with a predominantly genderqueer ensemble of balding men and green/pink haired demisexual beings lined up to assert that it’s not just easy being a furry, but tough too, and a critique of postcapitalist society.
It’s an unsubtle thesis, and the film pushes it in ruthlessly on-message fashion: Little to zero points are made throughout, though by the time one of many talking-head armchair psychologists methodically demonstrates the benefits of being in the furry fandom, some viewers may find themselves wishing “The Fandom” would stop flexing and broaden its perspective a bit.
If it’s Coyote’ constant narration, riddled with a permanent appeal to emotion, in addition of any moder pseudo-investigative-journo phrasing (“I wanted to find out…”, “That led me to…”), that lends a televisual feel to the enterprise, trying to make a documentary about the life of a few people like him or her, I’m not even sure.
Working from these personal causes, Coyote launches into a selected, cherry-picked and deconstructivist study of his fellow furries and physically inept friends who have been part of the fandom. Their gung-ho testimonies are buttressed by a gaggle of opinions from random Americans and gender experts, more “psychologists” refuting the misconception of furry being not just a kink but some kind of identity. Even that part is completely useless but gives the documentary a faux-semblant of intellectualizing something that any idiot can understand.
Supported by poor, grim video of past furry conventions for acquiring some credibility, the “psychology” part is poorly approached but again repetitive, subjective and full of bias; there’s little tension even between varying schools of furries in the film’s dissertation. In fact it’s even becoming into a collector of cognitive biases and logical fallacies, putting everything drawn with animals as with furries in the same basket, claiming we are all furries, and much more, but if “The Fandom” is out to chasten the most stubbornly furry hater, it instead becomes a solid base to aspire any functional being to hate everything about furries, or anyone who draws furries to throw it all into a barbecue out of self hatred or fear to become everything the movie exposes: degenerates.
Why I appreciate or like “The Fandom” and salute Ash Coyote’s effort is that it proves how easy it is to compile a bunch of badly filmed moments with creepy 40 years old people with zero social skills into a documentary, again, not using a single fact or neutral approach but using the appeal to emotion as only defense. At this point this is what the average joe is fed with everyday on TV or Netflix, a pile of random people garnished and an accent on feelings over logic or reason. You have to bury critical thinking, drink a large cup of soy milk or a shoot of oestrogens and cry altogether! Cram a bunch of ads in there and it will work, just like any documentary, filmed with an iPhone and a Logitech Webcam for more authenticity.
Ultimately, this documentary's advocacy of the fandom being a lifestyle, a cult, should be seen as a warning, exposing the poor people with zero social skills drowning into it just like the mentally challenged beings presented in it trying to fit in a society they are not compatible with. But inisiting, Coyote calls out haters like Anons or just the whole society for perpetuating the myth of furries being closet zoophiles or mentally retarded, which his documentary just exposes as the persecuted ones, persecuted by us, the society, people with a job, a family, or even people who draw furry but refuse to be assimilated as furries. It’s a wonder “The Fandom” doesn’t come right out and say, “The Furry Fandom is the only reason for these waste of lives not to commit suicide and you should support us! Join us!” This gaudy but beliefs-fueled film will have done its job, if you are not yet a hater, watch this work of fiction that attempts to portray a reality from the eyes of a degenerate trans-sexual furry.
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