A truth universally acknowledged.
By Chris Sims
If you like Superman movies that we already have, then I imagine you have the best chance of being entertained by Man of Steel. That’s really the nicest thing I can say about it, and I say it because when you get right down to it, most of the considerable mistakes that made Man of Steel downright unbearable for me were made in those, too. In that respect, it’s really just the latest installment of The Adventures of Terrible Movie Superman.
The only real difference is that Zack Snyder somehow manages to do it in a far more drab, cynical and ultimately tone-deaf way. And considering that the last attempt was Superman Returns, that’s saying something.
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Valid points well conveyed. Something else that didn’t sit right with me were a couple of key elements from Wonder Woman’s history used here that will not likely be shown or will be accused of copying Man of Steel.
Spoilery bits beyond…
A group portrait of female punk and new wave musicians in London, August 1980, L-R (back) Debbie Harry of Blondie, Viv Albertine of The Slits, Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie And The Banshees, (Front) Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders, Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex, and Pauline Black of The Selecter. (Photo by Michael Putland/Getty Images)
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.
My contribution to the NYTimes GLBT & Allies Network. The piece will be showcased throughout June and in October for the GLBT and Allies Comic Event.
I was very flattered to be asked but I realize I played it kinda safe with the piece. Perhaps there is something telling in the subject? Maybe some “allies” will actively show support now? Dare to dream.
Of awesomely awesome yet underrated, under utilized super heroines; Preferably mutant-ish but negotiations are negotiable. Who would you pack into what would obviously be the most awesomely awesome book ever?
Yes, I’m blatantly fishing for Dazzler’s own X-Men gang. So far, I’ve got:
Blink (or Lila?)
Nico Minoru *tear*
Captain Marvel Pulsar Daystar Photon Spectrum
I know I’m missing some great ones. Who say you?
Spectrum, huh? Monica, I loves ya. Loves ya LOTS. I always have. So glad you’re back and getting much deserved face time… But you start dipping into Dazzler’s power set when folks still don’t have her converting her entire body into energy and moving at the speed of light or becoming invisible and/or intangible, among other things… We gon’ have some problems.
Fuck you, Avengers Arena.
I had no desire to read your little Battle Royale/Hunger Games riff, even if you went self-referential with it, but I gave you a shot. From reliable sources, I’d heard the writing was pretty solid and most of the kids were getting some pretty distinct voices, so I gave you a shot.
Sure, the premise alone reveals its hand. Things are not going to end well for most of them. Well, ya know what? I don’t care about most of them! All are interesting (in varying degrees) but the bullseye is evident on most. I’d like to see quite a few make it out alive but no more than that one. That one ya just killed. Brutally. Cruelly.
I gave you a shot, Avengers Arena and you took my feels and made with the steaming dog water all over them. You are made of evil and suck.
Uplifting. Transcendent. Glorious. Dazzler.
Mmmm… Dazzler. She makes all the stupid go away. If only temporary.