Before she rose to fame, Rebel Wilson was a chubby, nondescript woman with black, curly hair, but to succeed in mainstream entertainment, I guess you have to be an arse-kisser or a stereotype… or both. So after a quick spruce up by some Hollywood twat, Wilson is now an over-exaggerated, wannabe sexy, caricature of an overweight woman; a comedian whose sole purpose is to be the brunt of the obvious “fat” joke, to be gawked at like some sideshow freak.
It seems that Rebel is fine with being the big butt of the joke, just look at her filmography. Every role she plays is embarrassingly one dimensional, with most of her characters being an overweight supporting role who is readily relegated to the sidelines. From playing the obese (and offensively stereotypical) Greek character in “Pizza”, to playing the “I’m attractive to black men because I’m an overweight white blonde” character in Michael Bay‘s “Pain And Gain”, Wilson seems to continually play the token “fat girl” character in every movie she appears in. To top it all off, in “Pitch Perfect” she actually plays a character called “Fat Amy”; welcome to the great world of showbiz, where an overweight person can’t play a character unless it brings attention to their outward appearance.
Even outside of the scripted world of film, Rebel seems to perpetuate her filmic characters. Whether she’s in a sketch or the host of an award show, she is happy to play the same “laugh at me because I’m fat” character, sometimes even stripping down to highlight her flab (as she did at the MTV Movie Awards and at the Video Music Awards). Because more often than not her weight is the subject of mockery rather flattery, this persona is without a doubt detrimental to the image of obese people, particularly women.
Plus, isn’t the main function of a “funny woman” to be funny? Rebel Wilson is hardly a talented comedian, she usually delivers an annoying, fake-spontaneous, Apatow-esque, fumbling and mumbling vernacular without even once uttering a genuinely funny punchline. Without any comedic talent, Wilson is simply there to be laughed at rather than with, and her outward appearance is somehow supposed to distract from her inability to deliver funny lines. It seems to me that her entire repertoire is to incessantly declare “Look I’m fat, I’m definitely fat, did I mention I’m fat?”, I guess being funny-looking rather than being funny is okay with Rebel; how credible she must feel constantly playing a stereotype.
This act is now beginning to wear thin, thinner than the tight-arse clothes Rebel routinely wears to attract attention to the only thing she’s known for. Maybe she should stop tarting herself up in gaudy, body-hugging, sequinned shite that makes her look like an Easter Egg that’s been decorated by a colour-blind lunatic. Maybe if she wasn’t so attention-seeking and fame-hungry she’d abandon all this conventional and conspicuous crap and try to play something more subtle and against type, I mean doesn’t it get tiring being a walking, talking, annoying cliché?
Not A Rebel.