You’re just a bee charmer, Idgie Threadgoode. That’s what you are. A bee charmer.
Two differing contemporary reviews of the film:
“The…trouble is the script’s implicit cowardice. Every attribute of the story of these two young women implies a lesbian attachment. For that lesbian love, Masterson rescues Parker, and that love warms their subsequent lives…But the screenplay omits any mention of this implied component.” - Stanley Kauffman, The New Republic
“[The filmmakers] show commendable tact and subtlety in the extraordinary friendship between Idgie and Ruth, allowing viewers to make up their own minds about the precise nature of the relationship.” - Abbie Bernstein, Hollywood Drama-Logue
FGT is a landmark film for many a queer viewer, presenting what appears to be a clear romantic storyline. It’s a nice change from the way lesbians are often presented in fetishized/oversexed ways in mainstream media, but in this case it may have been reigned in too much. It had to be watered down enough from its source material to qualify as a “women’s movie,” which is to say straight women, who the studio couldn’t afford to alienate. imo, the first reviewer is right - this is not commendable tact, it’s enforced cowardice.
My English II class is reading Fried Green Tomatoes and my teacher was trying to explain that the author never really says that the Idgie and Ruth were in love with each other.
Bitch….I’ve written about a married lesbian running for president in your class, the least you can do is say they gay. It literally says that Idgie loves Ruth. Loves her. IDGIE COMPARES THEIR LOVE TO RUTH’S SUPPOSED LOVE FOR A MAN.
“What was this power, this insidious threat, this invisible gun to her head that controlled her life … this terror of being called names? She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn’t be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn’t be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn’t be called frigid; had children so she wouldn’t be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn’t want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn’t be called a bitch … She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry.”
16 But Ruth said: “Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. 17 Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me.—