I go back and forth with myself about which genre of film is produced by people who think the least of me, a successful professional adult woman - whether it’s the brand of action film that objectifies me, puts me in heels and tiny skirts to be leered at by the hero and put in sexual danger by the villain. Or perhaps it’s that other brand of action film, the one that thinks that the only reason I, a woman, might ever be motivated to want to, say, blow shit up, is because I was raped. Maybe it’s the thoughtful cops-and-robbers psychodrama that leaves me at home to work on my forehead wrinkles while my tortured, complex husband is off solving crimes.
But it’s really no contest, is it? There’s a single genre of film out there that routinely and consistently treats its female characters with such utter, jaw-dropping contempt that it makes it all the more shocking when you realise that the genre itself is produced primarily for a female audience.
Yeah, I’m talking about rom coms.
Today’s film is a perfect example of the ‘rom coms hate women’ phenomenon, as it’s a romantic comedy devoted to humbling and, ultimately, destroying the professional life of a powerful, successful woman, all in the name of laughs and love.