You know when you reach the weird age. The one when you’re not a young woman anymore. The one where you should definitely be settled, happy and earning good money. The one that says you’re content with what you have achieved and you can now enjoy the rest of your journey. Or so it seems if I were to read magazines or listen to celebrities.
There is a series of films at the moment about women/characters my age. Films made by women, with women, and supposedly made for the women.
I heard on the radio, an interview with Audrey Dana, actress and director of “Sous les jupes des filles” and I punched the wall. No, not really. But I would have done it, had it not been for my handicaped arm and shoulder. She spent about 10 minutes talking bollocks, lining up platitudes and nonsense stuff. Her logorrhoea was about how the women in her film were different facets of a same woman, blah blah blah.
Yeah right. I can see myself and my girlfriends in those characters. Because we all look like Vanessa Paradis (playing a company director) or Laetitia Casta. We have the same wardrobe, same flats and same life. Watching the trailer will be enough. Thank you but no thank you. I don’t want to go to the cinema to either feel inadequate or angry with a false representation of my genre.
You see. I’m not a Sex and the City girl. I don’t want to spend hours talking about the best dildo or looking for the perfect shoes. I don’t believe in Mr Big either.
I’m all for films with strong female leads – as much as I like to see girls kicking ass, I’m not talking about Lara Croft or Tank Girl. I want to see every day women, real characters I can love, loathe, admire or make fun of. I want to see women that could be my mothers, sisters, friends or some other persons I could come across. I want to see them strong, weak, funny, stupid, inspirational or horrible but I want to see some truth in them.
I also want to see pimples and big butts.
The Hours. Here’s a woman we can feel for. Because of her decision to commit suicide, you see both an inherent strength and a heartbreaking vulnerability.
Vera Drake. She pays it forward daily, in spite of being poor herself, but she also stands up for her beliefs in a way that was not only unpopular at the time, but also illegal.
Take this waltz. It’s verging on the romantic film but some scenes are so real : if you wanna see girls in a swimming pool or in the showers together, it happens like that.
Fried Green Tomatoes. Because it depicts a lesbian relationship when it wasn’t “fashionable nor sexy” to do so. Because these women has shown great courage to love each other in a time when showing your true feelings was even more dangerous.
The Hunger Games. I’m firmly in the Hunger Games camp (vs Twilight). Here there is a young woman, selfless, brave and resourceful. A woman close to being a role model for the younger generation. She is the real definition of self-empowerment.
Alien. I rest my case.
Juno. Stories about teen are often dysfunctional tales of impulsivity, avoidance or conflict. Not here. Juno is an independent-minded teenager who is wise and secure and just so happens to be pregnant.To watch her handle the consequences and obstacles is to watch a young woman who knows better than some bullshit characters.
Bridesmaids. Because if I want to laugh at and with friends, and obviously remember/revel in the trashy times, drunken moments and silly nights, I’d rather go for something well written and played.