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The sym­bol­ic pow­er of Mathilda’s chok­er in Léon

02 Aug 2017

Words by Sarah Gosling

A man aiming a gun at the camera, with a young girl in his arms. The image has a dark, dramatic tone.
A man aiming a gun at the camera, with a young girl in his arms. The image has a dark, dramatic tone.
Natal­ie Portman’s pre­teen pro­tag­o­nist is trans­formed when wear­ing this strik­ing accessory.

We first meet the young pro­tag­o­nist of Luc Besson’s 1994 film Léon: The Pro­fes­sion­al via a glid­ing shot that takes in her tiny form. As the cam­era trav­els from her com­bat boots to her car­toon leg­gings dan­gling over the apart­ment stair­well, up to her hand drap­ing a cig­a­rette with too much famil­iar­i­ty, along to her dishev­elled cardi­gan and then to her icon­ic chok­er and bob fram­ing those sad, wary eyes, we see her for what she is: a conun­drum. As a kind­ly neigh­bour­hood hit­man (not that she knows this yet) nears her she ditch­es the cig­a­rette and, lean­ing back – head tilt­ed, eyes flit­ting – she looks every bit the petite coquette.

Mathil­da (Natal­ie Port­man in her first screen role) is only 12, but those kind of moves look like flirt­ing on any­one, irre­spec­tive of their age. This uncom­fort­able sex­u­al­i­ty next to the dam­age – there’s a poor­ly hid­den bruise around her eye she claims is from falling off her bike” – looks like a kind of last-ditch defence mech­a­nism. She can see that mov­ing her shoul­ders and look­ing at Léon (Jean Reno) in a cer­tain way dis­arms him, per­haps makes him feel ashamed. She’s already learned that there is great pow­er in fem­i­nin­i­ty. Maybe that’s why when she asks Léon not to tell her father that she was smok­ing, he doesn’t.

In this moment, we see so much of who Mathil­da is: the stand­off­ish­ness, temer­i­ty and, most cru­cial­ly, the fragili­ty. At times, it seems like her thin veneer of con­trol is held togeth­er by that tiny chok­er alone. It’s like a tal­is­man for her, a sym­bol of what she can be. Orig­i­nal­ly a sym­bol of pros­ti­tu­tion and even secret les­bian­ism, the chok­er has always been a sym­bol of sub­ver­sion, of the alter­na­tive poten­tial of the body. Sure, some might choose to use leads on their chok­ers, oth­ers see them as sym­bol­is­ing a lack of auton­o­my but real­ly, even now, chok­ers evoke rebel­lion. Stick a chok­er above a bland out­fit, and sud­den­ly it’s a state­ment. On Mathil­da, it’s a sub­ver­sion of what we, Léon and even her own fam­i­ly expect of her. She may be in car­toon leg­gings but with that chok­er on, she looks like dan­ger – even before mas­tery of a firearm.

When Matil­da ditch­es the chok­er lat­er on, she imme­di­ate­ly seems more vul­ner­a­ble, naked even. Con­sid­er the bril­liant scene where, in a mis­guid­ed attempt at cheer­ing up Léon while dis­tract­ing her­self from the monot­o­ny of assas­sin train­ing, she prances around dressed as Madon­na, Mar­i­lyn Mon­roe and Char­lie Chaplin.

Ini­tial­ly it’s slight­ly uncom­fort­able to watch, with Mathil­da seduc­tive­ly singing Hap­py Birth­day Mr Pres­i­dent’ to Léon, who has no idea where to look. She’s not try­ing to seduce though, she’s play­ing (anec­do­tal­ly, it was the only impres­sion Port­man knew how to do). In this moment it’s clear that she is just a child – she’s inno­cent, naïve, able to be tick­led into a fit of gig­gles. For per­haps the first time in the film, she seems comfortable.

With­out her chok­er, Mathil­da looks and acts like a child. She behaves imma­ture­ly; she’s cranky and needy. But when she’s snip­ing from a rooftop, meet­ing with a mob boss, or attempt­ing to smite Gary Old­man in all his ter­ri­fy­ing glo­ry, her tal­is­man is always present. Late on, we see her cud­dling the toy which she res­cued from the scene of her family’s mur­der. The white of the toy sits against the white of her cardi­gan, stark against the black of her hair and chok­er. In this moment, her inter­nal con­flict is stark­ly manifested.

Though Mathil­da is forced to be old before her time, she remains sex­u­al­i­ty inac­tive. She under­stands the cur­ren­cy of her fem­i­nin­i­ty, but spends it in a total­ly dif­fer­ent way to her step-moth­er. With that chok­er, she draws atten­tion while keep­ing us at a dis­tance. She’s nymph-like and frail, yet tough and untouch­able. There’s a line in the Alt‑J song Mathil­da’ that says: My defeat sleeps top to toe with her suc­cess”. Mathil­da plays the game dif­fer­ent­ly and, through her resilience and the affec­tion she com­mands, wins it all.

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