“Fewer than 10 per cent of Hollywood films are written by women, and fewer than six per cent directed by women,” says a movie marketing consultant in a piece in the Times of London, which concludes that the genre may eat itself without any help from feminist producers or activist audiences. “If the glut of such films continues there’s a very real danger that the genre will implode” into a squealing, pratfalling, neurotic, weight-obsessed, wedding-obsessed, man-obsessed mess. He’s Just Not That Into You and Confessions of a Shopaholic open Friday.
Why are chick flicks so lame?
The genre is imploding into a squealing, pratfalling, neurotic, weight-obsessed, wedding-obsessed, man-obsessed mess