Imagine if I — or any of the rare few film critics who happen to be women — began my review of, oh, The Hangover, with this:
Comedies with male casts have always been something I avoided. The jokes and the humor are often challenging to someone with ovaries.
But lo and behold:
Comedies with female casts have always been something I avoided. The jokes and the humor are often challenging to someone with testicles.
This is someone calling himself Anghus offering an “alternative voice” in Wilmington, North Carolina, reviewing Bridesmaids.
A despairing argh barely begins to cover it.
