Pacific Rimhit theaters last month and for a movie about large robots fighting off hulking monsters, it has a surprising amount of story.
The blockbuster has a woman of color as a main character but, sadly, the film still does not pass the Bechdel Test. However, there is one familiar female voice that claims some screentime, that of Ellen McLain as the voice of the main characters' robot-fighting-machine Gipsy Danger.
In film, artificial intelligence (AI) is often given a feminine voice.
There's been a recent awakening in the film business. Studio executives seem to have realized–again!–that people of color, specifically black Americans, want to see movies that reflect our cultural and individual experiences with love.
Film bigwigs are investing dollars in movies like the burgeoning Think like a Man franchise, The Best Man Holiday, and the other black romantic comedies slated for release in the coming months.
There are few women as pleased and disgusted with the sudden revival of black romantic comedies as I am. I'm infatuated with romantic comedies. I'm not ashamed to admit that I spend hours watching modern princesses claim their princes and gallivant off into the skyline of Los Angeles or New York. These days, I watch romcoms for work: I'm a media studies scholar working on a thesis about romantic comedies.
After 50 years in the newsroom, iconic White House reporter Helen Thomas died this week. Our upcoming issue features an interview with Thomas that proves she wasn't a writer to pull any punches. Read the interview here.
The Legend of Zelda has been a beloved game for over 25 years. One of the world's most popular video games, the tale of the Zelda series revolves not around the titular Princess Zelda—who demonstrates time and time again an overwhelming tendency to get kidnapped—but around young pointy-hatted hero Link's attempts to save his magical kingdom of Hyrule from the evil clutches of the desert brigand Ganon.
Over the past several months, I have found myself increasingly depressed and enraged by what seems to be endless stories about sexual and physical violence directed toward girls. There is something that tends to haunt our culture's thinking about girls: suspicion.