Bloody Mamas: How the Chasen Murder Chastened an Art Lover

12/12/2010 10:29 pm ET | Updated May 25, 2011

2010-12-08-ronnithree.jpgMonday, November 15, 2010, was a grisly night for women in Los Angeles. Both in art and in life, the blood of women flowed, unnaturally, and to no good purpose.

Shortly after midnight, Ronni Chasen, the owner of her own public relations firm and a hard-driving career woman, was found bleeding to death on a quiet Beverly Hills residential block. For no obvious reason, a murderer rained five bullets through the window of her Mercedes-Benz coupe, killing her not with passion but in a seemingly calculated manner; neighbors heard a deliberate rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. The clannish Hollywood community, in which the diminutive publicist seemed to be a permanent player, recoiled in horror and disbelief over her violent end.


Earlier that same evening, across town and connected by the winding, mythic Sunset Boulevard where Chasen would die, a heady art exhibit, "Imagining the Past in France, 1250-1500," opened at the Getty Museum. One of the exquisite medieval illuminations (the ornate, sometimes gold embossed drawings that illustrate historic manuscripts) caught my eye and deeply unsettled me.

It was "Scenes from the Life of Lucretia," dating from 1470, embedded in the manuscript, "Memorable Deeds and Words of the Romans" [at left]. Resembling a finely detailed Middle-Ages comic book, it tells in drenched primary colors of the rape of Lucretia.

The married noblewoman Lucretia, alone in her bed at night, receives the surprise visit of a young man. He's the prince's son, and he rapes her. Thus desecrated, Lucretia seeks to spare her husband and family additional shame: stabbing herself in the chest, she commits suicide.
2010-12-12-Lucretiableeding.JPGBlood spurts in an arcing red line from her body, an oddly gruesome image rendered in pinpoint detail. An adjacent panel shows Lucretia's naked white corpse on display, a knife protruding from her chest. The artist's careful juxtaposition of her violent self- mutilation with the cool public display of her body is jarring.

Dr. Elizabeth Morrison, the Getty's curator of manuscripts who co-curated the show with Anne D. Hedeman, a painstaking eight-year process, spoke about "Lucretia" on the phone a few days later. "It's interesting that you homed in on that," she said. "We had a very hard time presenting Lucretia. We tried to make it clear, in the exhibition and in all the materials, that rape was considered very different historically than it is now."

"In the Roman time period [the story's origins], as well as the medieval period [when the illumination was created], rape was considered to be a source of shame to the woman. And I think you can see the legacy of that in our own culture.

"The Lucretia chapter concerns the virtue of chastity. Lucretia was so chaste that she couldn't live with the knowledge of her sexual event staining her character, so her suicide was considered a proper and virtuous thing to do.


[Above, Lucretia's suicide; at left, her dead body on display]

"The rape of Lucretia is a part of a larger tapestry of fascination with violence that permeates medieval culture as well as our own. Violent porn, TV shows, desensitizing our culture to the actual acts of violence through vicariously lived acts--there is something inherent in our culture that finds that appealing.

"There were lots of paintings [dedicated to this theme] through the Renaissance. It was famous enough that if there is a woman [depicted in art] committing suicide before men, you knew it was Lucretia."

Dying for her art

2010-12-08-kimberlyprosa5stabwounds.jpg"Lucretia" had me riveted for another reason. I had just reviewed Darren Aronofsky's overheated gothic horror flick, Black Swan. The director and his all-male screenwriting team subject their female characters to as numbing a level of disrespect as possible without being pornographic. (Considering the film's setting in the female-friendly world of classical ballet, this is no small achievement!)

[At right, Black Swan body double Kim Prosa, ready for filming, enacts Aronofsky's vision of women]

For just under two hours, Black Swan parades female instability and self-mutilation, low self-esteem and back-stabbing by friends; then it culminates in a nasty suicide. The blood of women is a recurring visual theme of the hectically edited movie, which ends with the perplexing image of a triangle of blood, connoting unambiguously, to this viewer's eye, a bleeding vagina. This image is so weird, seeping as it does through actress Natalie Portman's [virginal white] tutu, that I can barely address it, let alone decipher its meaning.

2010-12-08-kimberlyprosa3holeforblood.jpg[Black Swan tutu equipped with blood hole, at left]

Similar to the Lucretia illumination, Black Swan strongly suggests that women's independence, drive for achievement, and control over their sexuality leads, at least metaphorically if not literally, to their death. And in the male artist's conjuring, a bloody, violent one for the woman.

Returning to the real world from the pretend world of art and film, I woke the next morning to the Los Angeles Times' disturbing description of Ronni Chasen, crashed in her car, "bleeding profusely from her nose [with] blood on her chest," evoking an image that completes an odd triumvirate with Lucretia and Nina of women posed in artful tableaux as their lives literally seep away.

Chasen, Chastity, and Cutting to the Chase

All three stories raise the issue of female vulnerability. Lucretia's family, after she is raped, rather than embrace and protect her, abandons her and allows her to perish on behalf of their social sanctity.

Aronofsky's film catalogues the myriad ways in which the aspiring ballerina, Nina, is abandoned. Let down by her ballet master, her dancing partner, her mother, and her girlfriend, Nina is left alone with her art, depicted in the film as a force of unyielding destruction. Whether it kills her, or she kills herself (the film suggests the latter) the bottom line is that Nina cannot succeed and therefore must die. (In this, Aronofsky recycles, much less convincingly, the trope of "The Red Shoes.") Rather than nurture the vulnerable Nina in her quest for greatness, those around her abandon her to a solitary fate.

Of the chorus of voices singing Ronni Chasen's praises online after her death, one wonders if even a single individual personally expressed concern for her late-night safety, offering her a protective ride home, or even an escort to her car. The latest police assertion -- that she was killed not by a contracted marksman but by a lone nut on a bicycle -- does not undo the jarring impact of her murder on those of us who drive alone at night.

Monday, Bloody Monday


It's a jungle out there for all of us, even for the boys in the 'hood. But it feels like a particularly tough time for ladies. Generations seem to lurch between perceiving woman as tough broads or vulnerable creatures. But on last month's Bloody Monday in Los Angeles, the cycle seemed to hit a low ebb.

[The smiling cast of George Cukor's 1939 "The Women" stroll on MGM lot, at right]

Women being defeated in this fashion is extreme, and it feels punitive: Lucretia, a rape victim encouraged by society to die by her own hand; Nina, who achieves ballet's supreme female role only to have it first sap her sanity and then lead to her destruction; and Ronni Chasen, who minutes after leaving a to-do list of next-day tasks on her office answering machine, perishes inexplicably driving home alone in her expensive leased car. The violent quashing of these women infuses the zeitgeist with a chilling and ominous message that resonates deep in our bones. It has the power to shock this woman.

Debra Levine blogs about dance, film, music and urban culture on arts•meme.

Imaging the Past in France (1250 - 1500) | The Getty Museum | through Feb 6, 2011
Black Swan | in theaters now

photo credits: Janet Charlton Hollywood, Kimberly Prosa, Koninklijke Bibliotheek, The Hague, Netherlands