
Where Are the Women? The Transporter Refuelled
Appears to believe that if you put a gun in a woman’s hand, it’s not exploitive to also treat her like a sex toy and a decorative object.

Appears to believe that if you put a gun in a woman’s hand, it’s not exploitive to also treat her like a sex toy and a decorative object.

If only the (male) director had resisted treating the female coprotagonist as a decorative object, this movie could have remained in the green.

A teenaged girl gets to be smart and strong, lost and confused, heroic and vulnerable as she chases what she wants out of life. Hooray.

Women make only brief appearances, most frequently as anonymous sexual playthings for men, rewards for their success and fame.

Oh, there are lots of women onscreen. They are silent, and gyrate slowly at poolside or stripper-pole-side…

The only girls and women present in this story are the daughters and wife of the male coprotagonist, who are defined solely via their relationship to him.

Like many horror films, this one features a woman as part of its ensemble. But it misses opportunities to bring in more women with significant roles.

The only scene in which women are not present to make men feel better about themselves is one in which they make a woman feel worse about herself.

The female protagonist is messed up, not very nice, and definitely not pursuing romance. Is she pursuing sex? Sure…

A young woman is reduced to little more than a vessel for an unborn child, and an object for feelings by the male protagonist.