He really should get back in the kitchen, where he belongs, and make me a sandwich, and learn when to just shut the fuck up if he knows what’s good for him. Listen to this crap from his review of Eat Pray Love:
The double standard in Hollywood may be stronger than ever. Men are free to pursue all kinds of adventures, while women are expected to pursue men. In a typical big-studio romantic comedy the heroine’s professional ambition may not always be an insurmountable obstacle to matrimony, but her true fulfillment — not just her presumed happiness but also the completion of her identity — will come only at the altar.
I bet he doesn’t even have a girlfriend.
This paradigm is, of course, much older than the movies, but it can be refreshing, now and then, to see something different in the multiplex: a movie that takes seriously (or for that matter has fun with) a woman’s autonomy, her creativity, her desire for something other than a mate.
How dare he bring his feminist agenda to his film reviews.
(Thanks to bronxbee for the link.)