So, yes, last night I went and saw The Twilight Saga: New Moon with a VERY excited E, who I think must have had ten Edwardgasms during the movie, and a theatre full of very excited and hormonal teenage girls. Because it's kind of impossible to talk about New Moon without mentioning teenagers and hormones. And last night I was surrounded by them both, and they were going "oooh" and even breaking out in spontaneous applause whenever one of the two male leads took their shirts off.
I didn't see any gender equality in this film. The girls on screen were all fully dressed, all the time. This was not about the film makers realising that half the world is female and it's the new millenium and we're all supposed to be kinda feminist now and so maybe in between all the gratuitously shots of half-naked women being half-naked for no clear purpose there should be at least one undressed guy so the movie won't seem too obviously sexist. Nope. This movie had no such equal opportunity undressing rule. This movie was all about soft skin stretching over hard muscles, pouty boy-lips and six-packs.
When I was a teenager they still told us the lie that girls' brains are wired so that they are more attracted to inner qualities like a nice personality and warm eyes, than biceps and naked skin. They said girls weren't really into the visual stuff, like boys were. Which is why I enjoyed sitting in that audience of hormonal teenage girls last night. Even though the film itself wasn't very good.
No, I didn't like New Moon. But that's okay, because it wasn't made for me. I haven't read the books, I barely remember the first film, and I didn't get everything that was happening on the screen. To me it was an unforgivably over-the-top Mary-Sue-ish movie with a lot of bad, bad lines in it. But I think half of the audience went home afterwards and got themselves off to the image of Robert Pattinson's low-riding pants and sharp hipbones. And for that kind of fan service I would still give the movie a 5 out of 5. Gladly.
After the movie we met up with E's boyfriend M at a pub after and for some dumb reason he and I got into a discussion about my depression of all things and he really enjoys a heated discussion and so he pushed me too hard and I broke. Ow. But we hugged it out so it was completely fine. I just really fucking hate crying in public. Crying is what you do when you're on your own where noone can see your stupid tears dripping down your cheeks and pooling in the dust on the floor.