I’m not one for superhero movies or for action movies in general. I find them boring, shallow and so unnecessarily gendered that they never keep my attention. They cater to the male gaze, they’re full of hyper-masculinity, and the few female characters in them tend to be superficially developed. I never really expected to change my mind on the topic. But then the new Wonder Woman movie came out, and I heard so many great thing about it, that I actually found myself getting excited to see it. Over on The Attic, our Feminism Editor Amy wrote an article on her experience seeing the film, sharing all the great things about it, and I convinced myself that it was going to be great.
It was. Everything I’d heard (and everything Amy said) was true – Diana, Wonder Woman herself, was a nicely developed character: recognizable and relatable as a person; the film catered to the female gaze; the dialogue was mostly intelligent; it had funny moments and sad moments; it gave importance to feeling, etc. etc. Basically, it had everything that I should have liked. Yet, I found myself sitting there stone faced through most of the film. I objectively appreciated most of the things about the film, but emotionally, I wasn’t moved, and subconsciously, I found myself getting angry.
I’ve let myself stew for a couple of hours, and I’ve decided that I’m sad that this supposedly great, feminist, breakthrough film is still at the hands of the cultural trifecta of greatness that defines the West… and well, that the film wasn’t as flawlessly feminist as it could have been (even if that was always going to be the case).
I'm back! I spent this weekend attending family events celebrating a branch of A's family. The main event was yesterday and brought around 150 (out of 250 invitees) together. It was quite possibly the single largest gathering I've ever taken part in and definitely the largest family reunion I've seen. My grandparents threw big family reunions together to celebrate my grandpa's 70th birthday in 1998 and their 50th wedding anniversary in 2002, but even those maybe only brought 20-25 people together. This was something else entirely.
(Keep Reading for pictures of the closest thing you'll get to me frolicking in the countryside. Also me being sentimental.)
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I'm Olivia, a twenty-six year old grad student studying in Switzerland. This is where I share my thoughts on the academic journey, culture, travels, baking, and my daily life abroad. Read More.