
Where Are the Women? John Wick
Badass lady assassin? Good. Dead wife to motivate the protagonist and decorative tits and asses to, er, motivate the audience? Less good. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

Badass lady assassin? Good. Dead wife to motivate the protagonist and decorative tits and asses to, er, motivate the audience? Less good. [This post is not behind the paywall.]

You get the G.I. Joes for Christmas. Hooray! You make them cross the demilitarized zone between the china cabinet and the DVDs near the TV to rescue Barbie. *pawft pawft pawft pawft* — enemy fire.
What we see here, it seems to me, is a blockbuster made more for a global audience than a solely U.S. one…
Plus: why Republicans want to destroy NPR; Hereafter (with its tsunami scene) pulled from Japanese theaters; promo fail for Limitless viral video; more…
Forget all that nonsense about fending off evil spirits with Bibles and holy water and garlic or whatever. Automatic weapons is what you need.
Apparently, in Gutierrez’s mind, expanding the range of humanity available to women on film means they can be porn stars or prostitutes, they can be neurotic and indecisive, they’re all almost certainly suvivors of physical and emotional abuse, and they can be catastrophically dumb…