Like most romcoms, plays out exactly how you're expecting it to, but Crazy Rich Asians has some things that elevate it above the rest: MVP Michelle Yeoh, gorgeous production design, and a mouthwatering street food montage. Unfortunately for the state of Hollywood, even making a mid-budget studio romcom with an entirely Asian cast is subversive enough that it doesn't really need to challenge genre tropes, which is perfectly fine. Sometimes it's nice to show up, collect your feels as promised, and go.
I had an abortion last Friday.
I knew I was pregnant two weeks before that, but between scheduling issues, bullshit red state wait times, and my choice to go the pill route instead of a quicker, but invasive procedure, it took two weeks to finally get it done. Like Jenny Slate's character here, it was never a question of what I wanted to do, just how quick we could do it. I was sure, my partner was sure, and we're…
It's bad enough to be a messy jumble of blunt gross messaging and misogynist ideas, but it's even worse to present them with so much gorgeous cinematography and perfect acting that I keep looking for reasons to like it that never appear.
I don't know much about Tom Ford outside of his fragrance line, and I didn't see his first movie, but he pretty clearly has some problems with women that he needs to get worked out. Nocturnal…
This is a movie about the ways that men treat women. The "Obvious Misogynist" considers women as a tool for him to control and fuck at his leisure. The "Nice Guy" wants to be a friend and liberator to women, but that interest comes and goes proportional to how much he wants to have sex with them. No matter how similar in intellect and skill we prove ourselves to be, they believe it is up to them to determine our worth, our freedom, even our personhood.
Fuck them. Rock on, Ava.