I want to stress this again: In many, many parts of the country right now, if you want to go to see a movie in the theater and see a current movie about a woman — any story about any woman that isn’t a documentary or a cartoon — you can’t. You cannot. There are not any. You cannot take yourself to one, take your friend to one, take your daughter to one.
There are not any.
By far your best shot, numbers-wise, at finding one that’s at least even-handedly featuring a man and a woman is Before Midnight (on 891 screens) so I hope you like it. Because it’s pretty much that or a solid, impenetrable wall of movies about dudes.
Dudes in capes, dudes in cars, dudes in space, dudes drinking, dudes smoking, dudes doing magic tricks, dudes being funny, dudes being dramatic, dudes flying through the air, dudes blowing up, dudes getting killed, dudes saving and kissing women and children, and dudes glowering at each other.
Somebody asked me this morning what “the women” are going to do about this. I don’t know. I honestly am at the point where I have no idea what to do about it. Stop going to the movies? Boycott everything?
They put up Bridesmaids, we went. They put up Pitch Perfect, we went. They put up The Devil Wears Prada, which was in two-thousand-meryl-streeping-oh-six, and we went (and by “we,” I do not just mean women; I mean we, the humans), and all of it has led right here, right to this place. Right to the land of zippedy-doo-dah. You can apparently make an endless collection of high-priced action flops and everybody says “win some, lose some” and nobody decides that They Are Poison, but it feels like every “surprise success” about women is an anomaly and every failure is an abject lesson about how we really ought to just leave it all to The Rock.” —
The whole article is fantastic, as is pretty much everything Linda Holmes writes.
I hate getting to the center of tootsie pops because I have no idea what it is and it feels like I’m biting into a small fragile head
I just realized how grammatically bad my original PARKOUR post was, which is odd, because I’m pretty sure the vicodin has only really started to kick in now. At 4 am. I sure do enjoy the fact that I can’t seem to sleep more than 2 hours. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when I run out of “Life of Mammals” to watch.
NO I AM PARKOUR FOEVER
Today I broke my arm for the third time. I fell down some stone steps in my parents’ backyard & broke my arm. It was not how i planned to spend the day.
I mean, maybe it’s unfair to watch an attempt at an actual film after mainlining “Surf Nazis Must Die” and “Class of Nuke ‘Em High” back to back, but this movie needs less “merry jaunt through the Italian countryside” and more gratuitous stage blood, more occultitude and perhaps a giant bat on a string.
Mario Bava you are no Dario Argento.
evangelion AU where shinji refuses to get out of the robot