A male mind was able to write and direct something like Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) in a time when women could not even vote in France.

I mean it's a pretty gruelling depiction of morally blind institutional patriarchy while Joan of Arc is the center of the film without any "sexy warrior lady" tropes, objectification/sensationalization or shit like that but rather as a humane victim of a fate she did not choose yet ended up embracing regardless due to genuinely believing that she was chosen by God, *irregardless* of whether the source of her visions was God, mental illness or something else. With all the fear, resolve, vulnerability, pain and uncanny dignity in the face of the entirely undignified degrading treatment that comes with such a fate when captured by the enemy. Yet it never comes off feeling like it's intentionally or explicitly made with those themes in mind, ie. it's shallow or performative in any way. It's very hard to describe with few words but it's just a very real and honest work.

That to me that proves that men are not in fact inherently slaves to their perceived faults and can at times well rise far beyond them.