This cast!!!
"Whajathinkwhajathinkwhajathink? Babe?"
I couldn't even wait 'til we got out of the theatre – I was reeeeeeling with emotions from this EPIC film — “WOMEN TALKING” — despair, lots and lots and lots of rage — and then a tiny bit of HOPE and joy thrown in too — curve ball.
And what did my man say? “I liked it. I was sympathetic. But it should have been edited [the film is 104 minutes, people] — and — there was lots of WHINING.”
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT????
My head exploded. But. Being the Grown Ass Woman I have now become (!!!) — a miracle of its own — I said: Umm. Darling. The fuckin thing is called “Women Talking” — what did you expect? We are holed up in a barn — listening to this cast of the most astounding broads — each one representing a part of what me and every woman’s soul out there is made up of — heroic, scared shitless, wise, authoritative — and then you add in rape and shame...
He grumbled.
I growled. “12 Angry Men” is one of his favorite films by the by — the same fuckin format— different genders. Duh.
And I left the conversation at that. The whining part I could not address and maintain my Grown Ass Woman status.
We drowned ourselves in good pizza, beer and jazz. I love my city.
“The whining part of his comment I could not address and maintain my Grown Ass Woman status.”
My first thought was to tell every woman I know — see this theatrical powerhouse WITH OTHER WOMEN. I don’t care how woke your dude is.
My second thought — MAYBE I AM DEAD WRONG. Maybe this brilliant film is actually required viewing for all men.
Cause there is relevance to all the shit that is going on in our lives. Right now.
And Frances McDormand OMG. Where is her shrine??