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OK, I’ve got to disagree about Jenny, but only on meta-story grounds. Of course, we’re supposed to despise her, with her abusive boyfriends and drug addiction and suicide attempts, all when Forrest luuurves her. But the manipulation is just too transparent to me. If she’s really so scummy, why does Forrest love her? It’s such a transparent notion of the screenwriter…“That girl should have loved me instead of rejecting me! I was clearly better than the guys she chose. And to prove it, I’ll write a movie about a girl who rejects the saintly good guy in favor of various assholes, and everyone will hate her! She’ll finally be sorry, but by then it will be too late, she’ll die of AIDS as punishment!”
I hate characters who are only assholes because the writers lazily make them into assholes. So you have that businessman yell a racial epithet, and that establishes him as an asshole, and then he deserves everything the hero does to him. You have the husband slap his wife, so he deserves everything the hero does to him. You have the popular girl insult the plain best friend, so when the heroine embarrasses her at the prom and takes her boyfriend, she deserves it.
I just hate the transparent manipulation of “Well, this guy’s the antagonist, so we have to make him an asshole so the audience will cheer when he gets his comeuppance.” It’s phony, it rings false, it ruins my suspension of disbelief.
I can easily believe any number of amoral, evil, vicious, disgusting, depraved, malicious characters. I just hate it when they’re evil just because they were written that way, when they are transparent puppets. I can much more easily believe rotten people who treat the protagonist rottenly when they aren’t caricatures, but rather ordinary everyday rotten people who do the ordinary rotten things that rotten people do every day.
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For what it’s worth, Jenny does NOT die in the book- she does give birth to Forrest’s child, though. She even introduces Forrest to the boy. But she has no intention of marrying Forrest.