Some members of Generation Z are lamenting the days of Hollywood’s strict adherence to the voluntary (well, technically) set of censorship standards known as the Motion Picture Production Code, or the Hays Code, from 1934 until the late 1960s. These films explored issues of sexual power between heterosexual men and women nearly a century ago, including the possibility that women might have and even enjoy sexual activity.
The Code, pushed for by outspoken Christian groups, didn’t uphold the status quo so much as establish a new one based on their narrow interpretation of what’s considered acceptable. And it wasn’t just sexual content; movies also couldn’t portray authority figures — especially religious leaders — as fallible without taking extraordinary precautions.
That led to decades of popular mass entertainment that portrayed the police as infallible and the clergy as harmless, among other authoritarian tendencies among the American public. Since it was impossible to make an example out of criminals, even unjust laws were held in high regard.
Homosexuality was not allowed, and neither was dating someone of a different race. The “virtue” that Code supporters claim to miss also eradicated female sexual agency, queerness, and the possibility that a couple could consist of more than two straight, same-race individuals.
Some of the best films of all time were made either strictly adhering to the Code’s rules, or bending them in just the right ways. Directors like Hitchcock knew how to amp up sexual tension (and innuendo) to craft scenes that feel at least as sexy as actual sex scenes while also misdirecting the censors.
However, idealizing censorship that served primarily to keep women in their place and to elevate authority above the needs of the underprivileged is nave at best. Instead, let’s celebrate the irreverent attitude of these silent movies, which show that Hollywood has always been obsessed with vice.
Night Nurse
One of my all-time favorite films is Night Nurse, which co-stars Barbara Stanwyck and Joan Blondell and boasts a bold blend of silliness and seriousness by providing a variety of excuses to get its leads to undress (down to their underwear, at least), and then upping the drama by having the two young nurses battle wealthy trust fund heirs (sometimes physically) to save a kid in danger.
There isn’t a tonne of sex here, but there is a much more pronounced class consciousness in the central conflict than later films would portray, and the strength of Stanwyck’s character would have almost certainly been softened with a romance had the film been made a few years later.
Instead, she and her bootlegger boyfriend cover up a murder (he deserved it) and ride off into the sunset. Under the Code, no woman would have been able to get away with any of that; not even the unrepentant bootlegger boyfriend.
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