The reviews of the recently released The Heat, the new film from Paul Feig (of Freaks and Geeks and Bridesmaids fame) about an arrogant New York FBI agent and a foul-mouthed Boston detective who are thrown together in pursuit of a shadowy drug kingpin, has pondered one question: Whither the female buddy comedy?
At one point in Disney's new The Lone Ranger, Tonto turns to his companion and describes a massacre against his people, "The rivers ran red with blood." Well, so will this review, because all I felt for a two hours and 29 minutes was anger.
Explosions, gripping fight scenes, sexist playboy arrogance, and close-ups of Robert Downey Jr.'s face overlaid with computer graphics—these were all things I expect when walking into an Iron Man movie. What I don't expect are convenient and overused Hollywood tropes about Muslim women.
This is a dark summer for geek girls. Though superhero and comic book-based films are all the rage these days, it's male crime-fighters who get all the attention: there are no films starring female superheroes on the horizon.
But when Linklater finally dishes up that picture perfect conclusion in his new follow-up film Before Midnight, the result a refreshing counter-point to Hollywood's typical happily ever after stories. Instead, America's ultimate romance dives into the realistic, practical tensions of middle age and marriage.