I’ve been recovering from a minor procedure the second half of this week, and my chronically anti-movie (at least in one session) wife and daughter agreed to sit through one. Not wanting to overplay my hand, I had us watch Barbie, which I’d already seen, and it really holds up as a sweet and slightly bonkers primer on fourth wave feminism and toxic masculinity. Another case of a movie that it’s possible to overpraise, but it’s also absolutely another one that’s better than a toy commercial had any right to be.
They watched the whole thing and only got mildly annoyed that it “had too many sad parts,” so overall a big win.
I’ve been recovering from a minor procedure the second half of this week, and my chronically anti-movie (at least in one session) wife and daughter agreed to sit through one. Not wanting to overplay my hand, I had us watch Barbie, which I’d already seen, and it really holds up as a sweet and slightly bonkers primer on fourth wave feminism and toxic masculinity. Another case of a movie that it’s possible to overpraise, but it’s also absolutely another one that’s better than a toy commercial had any right to be.
They watched the whole thing and only got mildly annoyed that it “had too many sad parts,” so overall a big win.
Now, when to introduce The Last Jedi…