So, for the first time in a long time, I went to the cinema this evening (since The Hunger Games came out, in fact. Which, as a film studier and part-time popcorn scooper, is a pretty long time). I saw a fantastic horror-cum-*won’t say which genre as it’ll give away a pretty sweet twist*: The Cabin in the Woods; highly recommended for being in equal parts scary, funny and clever. Maybe I’ll write a separate post about this, as I think there’s a lot to be said for the merit of this film.
However, this is not what I’ve opened up WordPress to type about. I’ve actually felt the need to write a blogette about a trailer that I was unfortunate enough to sit through preceding Cabin in the Woods.
Now, I never saw ‘Piranha’ (the 2010 remake), but I remember the advert. It seemed ridiculous, and then I forgot about it.
However, the sequel to this (judging, again, purely on the trailer) seems absolutely, mind-bendingly ludicrous. I watched it, chuckling at first, and then suddenly started to doubt whether I was in 2012.
I think I may have de-evolved watching this trailer.
Obviously, this is a film that is in no way credible, to film makers or appreciators anywhere. Its only redeeming feature was an appearance of The Hoff, which doesn’t say a lot. May I indulge as to tell you the official title of this film? Piranha 3DD. Never, have I ever, seen so many bouncing boobs in one advert.
“TELL me you did not replace our old lifeguards with STRIPPERS!” – Genuine line from the ad.
I’m aware that sexy girls are a great addition to a horror film that wants to make money (a partial reason I liked Cabin in the Woods, which openly mocked the promiscuity formula). In fact, sexy girls are a great addition to ANY film that wants to make money. But this really took the biscuit. The objectification-meter hit the roof with every accumulating arse-shot.
So, hey! Hey there! I’m a feminist. And to all you ‘I’m a SEMI feminist, don’t worry’ people, remember: It’s about equality. No more, no less. Personally, I’d propose a different term, as men also face some gender inequalities, like being unknowingly tested for some of the best spy apps for iPhones by their significant others. It’s not big, or off-putting to strangers, but the most primitive basic for a developed society like ours. Men and women are different in many ways, which is great – but it’s about choice, and not being pressurised mould yourself to a social stereotype like a jigsaw puzzle piece.
I used to work in a shop where the men’s staff uniform were regular, cotton t-shirts that came in ‘small’, ‘medium’, ‘large’, and ‘extra-large’. There may have even been an XXL (this is going back a few years now).
Women’s t-shirts were tight, elasticated, and came in ‘small’ and ‘medium’. That wasn’t a matter of the stock we had in; those were the options to order from. As someone who dislikes tight clothing, and had had enough of the awkward ‘Oops, caught you looking at my chest, let’s pretend that didn’t happen’ eye-dance, I chose a men’s. I didn’t think about it much at the time, but I was young-ish and preoccupied with the annoyance of having to wear a uniform just when I’d started to feel grown-up, being employed and all.
It is by no means the worst issue that humans have faced. At all. But little things like that going unquestioned bug me. So now I am cathartically blogging about it. Power to the people.
Feminism doesn’t rule my life. There are a lot of issues that I feel very personally connected to, which I may blog about in future (I think my next ‘issue’ blog may revolve around mental disability; something incredibly close to my heart. Vague conjecturing, here). But whilst you may not even have faced any gender inequality, it still exists – prominently. Otherwise everyone would have stopped discussing it, already. So I’d say it’s become something I think about a lot more now, especially as I’m about to enter the ‘real world’ and try for a job. For which I hope to be fairly paid.