reviews of the reviews of Then She Found Me
I liked this movie. I like all kinds of movies. I’m an everything in moderation kind of guy. (Except heroin. You really can’t shoot heroin casually. It just doesn’t work out.) Movies Without Carter isn’t here to bash “chick” flicks. In fact, I’ll happily watch any movie as long as it’s done well and isn’t trite. However, I need some savory to go with the sweet.
Balance is the key. Lack of balance leads one to the dark side.
I’m not going to review Then She Found Me other than to say it’s good, go see it. Instead, I want to talk about a few statements made in the reviews of it posted on RottenTomatoes.com. One reviewer refers to Helen Hunt as “unhealthy-looking as a Dust Bowl migrant in a Dorothea Lange portrait” another says she’s “looking an anorexic 15 years older than her character”. These are two examples of ageism and sexism prevalent in our culture and they really piss me off. Essentially these reviewers are saying this movie isn’t worth seeing because Helen Hunt isn’t worth looking at. What a destructive load of shit. The truth is Helen Hunt has allowed herself to age authentically. Only a warped, beauty culture asshole would put her down for that.
If we don’t change our thinking about age and beauty then we’re going to miss out on some of life’s great stories, timeless beautiful stories.
May 31, 2008 at 9:37 pm
Glad to see you back, even in another venue. I’m going to enjoy your comments about movies. My wife Rhonda has to drag me, kicking and screaming, to movies. I’m not sure why. I don’t like the IDEA of going to the movies, but I’m not some sort of crazy Platonist. When she succeeds in dragging me, I usually enjoy what we see.
Maybe I’m upset because what I enjoy in the movies annoys the hell out of me. I’m not solid and principled like LL. Jesus, I love the Die Hard movies. I know about Bruce and his belief system. I know the undercurrents, but I love the movies, even The Last Boy Scout. I enjoy trashy, sophomoric movies that exploit the female physique. Good old T and A. I apologize to all the women I know and love, not to mention respect, but even though I’m old enough to beg off on that one (the women not the respect), I can’t–not and be honest.
What I really like seems to be at home stuff, HBO. I loved Band of Brothers. Deadwood. Carnivale. some of the Sopranos until I realize I was making apologies for those murderous low lifes. I did not like Big Love or whatever it was called with apologies to Harry Dean Stanton. Married to three women like that I couldn’t imagine why he didn’t eat a bullet, right on screen.
I loved Angels in America. I bought it and recommend it. Anyway, glad to see a new blog by a terrific writer!