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ms-daphne replied to your post “I never did write anything original during November. I got as far as…”
I think it would be an interesting storytelling excercise for like all of hollywood to do this for one year. One solid year of movies being 17% male. You know, as an exercise. A cinematic etude.
Fuck yes.
Like I said, it doesn’t have to like, be a Thing. Nobody’s ever got to mention it. “What do you mean, there’s no men in this film? Chris Hemsworth’s got his shirt off in it for like, five whole minutes! There’s a whole long scene where we watch him work out!” “He dies in the second scene.” “Yes but he’s so important to the emotional arc of the film, you know?”
It’d be neat if they did this with race, too–
“What? There are totally white people in this film. Our Hero and her lithe, feisty-but-submissive Love Interest/Sidekick Boy [who will either later die to fuel her woman-pain OR will be her trophy at the end] go to the exotic, distant Suburbs to meet up with the Mystical Caucasian! Her husband prepares them traditional foods [there’s a beautifully-shot scene where our protagonists struggle to respectfully eat hot dogs suspended in gelatin and unseasoned boiled chicken breasts with no salt, played for laughs] and then imparts plot-crucial Mystical Knowledge to them, whereupon they flee, and the Suburbs are destroyed by the pursuing Big Bad. These characters are never mentioned again except in a desultory flashback where the Hero is given renewed resolve to defeat the Big Bad because of the horrible tragedy of what it did to the Suburbs.”
But what do I know.
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ms-daphne replied to your post “I never did write anything original during November. I got as far as…”
I think it would be an interesting storytelling excercise for like all of hollywood to do this for one year. One solid year of movies being 17% male. You know, as an exercise. A cinematic etude.
Fuck yes.
Like I said, it doesn’t have to like, be a Thing. Nobody’s ever got to mention it. “What do you mean, there’s no men in this film? Chris Hemsworth’s got his shirt off in it for like, five whole minutes! There’s a whole long scene where we watch him work out!” “He dies in the second scene.” “Yes but he’s so important to the emotional arc of the film, you know?”
It’d be neat if they did this with race, too–
“What? There are totally white people in this film. Our Hero and her lithe, feisty-but-submissive Love Interest/Sidekick Boy [who will either later die to fuel her woman-pain OR will be her trophy at the end] go to the exotic, distant Suburbs to meet up with the Mystical Caucasian! Her husband prepares them traditional foods [there’s a beautifully-shot scene where our protagonists struggle to respectfully eat hot dogs suspended in gelatin and unseasoned boiled chicken breasts with no salt, played for laughs] and then imparts plot-crucial Mystical Knowledge to them, whereupon they flee, and the Suburbs are destroyed by the pursuing Big Bad. These characters are never mentioned again except in a desultory flashback where the Hero is given renewed resolve to defeat the Big Bad because of the horrible tragedy of what it did to the Suburbs.”
But what do I know.
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