Hello! As I wrote in my column last week, I’ll be hosting a screening of Point Break tonight to benefit Reel Grrls. It’s the first in a three week series, “Awesome Movies You Never Knew Were Directed By Women.”
Here’s what you can expect: Me yelling about something, followed by two hours of movie, and then the opportunity to yell back at me (about feminism, maybe!). The idea here isn’t to express amazement that women can direct smart, interesting, financially viable movies—even in traditionally “male” genres like cheesy action films and raunchy stoner-comedies—because of course. Of course. As much as I play around with the concept, no one who’s actually met a modern female human can believe that we’re all fleshy Cathy homunculi made of Activia lids and tampon strings. (Right?)
Point Break is tonight at 7 pm. You should come! It’ll be fun.
What are you talking about? I model myself after Cathy. Ack! Ack! I’m on a diet! I can’t choose a sweater! Ack! Ack!
@1 – Chocolate! Ack! Commitment! Ack! Ack! Bikinis! Ack! Ice Cream! Ack! Ack!
All this Cathy impersonation is giving me an Irving-sized boner.
IMHO women who play accordions, french horns & huge modular synthesizers are far more awesome than those who pick up electric guitars. Either way, women that pick up instruments are awesome.
Have you… have you SEEN point break?
*shudder*
How to have night terrors like Lindy West:
“Jamie Lee Curtis’s colon was breathing in the corner, and Activia tampon string Cathy was sitting on my chest, and I knew I was asleep but I couldn’t wake up. POOP! Night goblins! Terrible! “Shut the fuck up, Paul Constant.” Also, this is exactly how I sleep.”
Dead Prez bank robbers ftw.! RIP P. Swayze
“Still surfing?”
“Every day.”
You killed last night! Killed! I especially liked the part about Sigourney Weaver and Kathryn Bigelow’s boobs.
Can’t wait for next week.