So early in the morning, I landed on a blog I had never visited before. What caught my attention? The title. “The Secret Sex in The Sound of Music”.
… it’s obvious that Maria and Captain Von Trapp wanted to be non-stop boning from the moment she entered the house.
That may sound crass but taken in context with the whole article, author Meghan O’Keefe does make an interesting point.
But what’s even more interesting is the first (and, so far, the only) comment posted by one Rachael VanPelt:
You are disgusting. So now you have to ad sex to a movie where none exists?? This was once called love and romance. There is nothing sexual in this movie, it is all in your disgusting head.
I think the commenter is confused. Romance is a literary (and, later, film) genre; love does NOT preclude sex.
The problem, really, is that social norms obligate us to create a dichotomy between what is wholesome (romantic love) and what is not (sexual love). We see it in the way literature, TV shows and films are rated. We see it in everyday language when we subconsciously label activities and experiences as either “clean” or “dirty”. And there is that deep-seated guilt when we feel pleasure (though most deny it even to themselves) toward things that don’t fall under the wholesome/clean column.
*Insert deep exasperated sigh here*
Of course there was sexual tension between Maria and Captain Von Trapp! They were experiencing heterosexual attraction and neither was looking at the other as an idol to set upon a pedestal. To deny the sexual undertones is a failure to understand the film. In fact, the sexual tension was not only between Maria and Captain Von Trapp — it was there between the Baroness and Captain Von Trapp, and between Liesl and Rolf. But because the film’s intended audience was the whole family, quite naturally, there were no explicit sexual scenes (except, perhaps, for that kiss between Liesl and Rolf).
As Meghan O’Keefe points out, it’s one thing to see “The Sound of Music” as a child and quite another thing to see it as an adult. It’s like reading fairy tales as a child and re-reading them again as an adult. Maturity allows us to gain perspectives that we didn’t have as children. An adult who reads or re-reads “Cinderella” or “Sleeping Beauty” or “The Little Mermaid” and not see sexuality written all over them needs to grow up some more. In the same manner, an adult who watches or re-watches “The Matrix” without perceiving the multiple layers of philosophy behind it is, to paraphrase Hermione Granger, a person with the “intellectual depth of a spoon”.