Tootsie was a highly-successful comedy film released in 1982. It has always had a 'feminist' image, mainly because certain sexist characters get a jolt from a woman who won't be put down. But it's hard to see how the film could much advance the political notion of equality for women. No woman in the film actually achieves anything, except where inspired by a man who masquerades as a woman. So basically the film seems to be saying that it needs a man to get anything done or changed.
Despite this, Tootsie had impact, certainly on me. I remember it coming out, and bought a VHS tape version to watch at home, with wife and stepchild present. At the time - this was nearly thirty years ago, remember - I simply let the film wash over me. It really shook me. Here was a man so well transformed by clothing and makeup that he most definitely looked like a woman. The man concerned, Dustin Hoffman, was the most unlikely person to have made a convincing woman, apart from his short height perhaps. Yet here he was, succeeeding. The film stirred me up, made me feel uncomfortable, and if questioned about it I would have found it difficult to say why I was both fascinated and embarrassed. Thankfully nobody did.
Tootsie stars Dustin Hoffman as a perfectionist actor that nobody will hire, because he is so difficult to work with. He needs money urgently, and is so desperate to break out of unemployment that he gets into women's clothes and makeup and auditions for a part in a daytime hospital soap. The transformation (and his feisty interpretation of the character) makes such an impression that he actually lands the part. Then he goes on to boost the show's ratings with his anti-sexist portrayal of a woman who stands no male nonsense. But of course all the time he's really a man, and inevitably the story moves towards its hectic and farcical conclusion as the charade gets more and more complicated, especially after the show's producer unilaterally extends the contract, with no way out, tying Dustin Hoffman into the soap for years to come.
So the film is not about someone wanting to transition, nor even wanting to remain in a position to cross-dress indefinitely (and be paid handsomely for it). It's about a male actor taking on the ultimate acting challenge, getting away with it, and out-acting everyone else until the pretence has to stop. It has to stop because he wants to do male things, like act in his own real name, and pursue the girl he has fallen in love with.
Despite this, as a technical feat, Hoffman's female portrayal was astonishingly good, considering what lay beneath all that makeup. Disturbingly good, even. I believe he had a spot of bother about enjoying the part, and had to dodge some snide remarks concerning his sexuality and true gender. Just as anyone considering the role now would, I'd say.
I watched the DVD version again tonight. The humour and the touching moments and the farce still worked. The 'message' was however harder to determine. The sexism was the kind of stuff that just wouldn't happen nowadays: women have wised-up, and don't let themselves be so exploited, nor feel bound to put up with male condescension in the way they would have thirty-odd years ago. So the precise storyline seems a bit out of touch with modern conditions, even if it's still true that most women don't have a lot of power. Male chauvinism is far from dead.