Monday, April 09, 2007
Tarantino does it again. He continues to write some of the strongest uncompromising characters for women.
Now, these ain't ladies who are looking Mr. Right, or trying to break through the glass ceiling at work, trace the meaning of family roots by worrying if we are like our mothers or not, or fight corporate America...the women of Grindhouse might just be completely unlikeable. They don't care if we like them or not. Nice? Nice is for the dead.
That's what makes them such powerful and complimetary portrayals and creations. Tarantino doesn't see women as needing a lift up from a guy to be strong. He already knows women are the strongest motherfuckers on the planet. They can kick your ass, watch your back and save the world.
There no endless soulsearching rap about how women are people too. There isn't time for that shit. We've got zombies and homicidal maniacs to fight. And we look damn fine while fightin' em.
We don't need no stinking love stories.
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