Film and the Female

[FandFBlog] Women Come in Many Forms

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10 Cloverfield Lane (2016) comes 8 years after its predecessor, Cloverfield (2008), a film about a monster the size of a skyscraper tearing up New York City, shot from the angle of hand-held video cameras, referred to as found footage. The highly-anticipated sequel is very different to the first film, taking strides in the suspense-thriller category, and then suddenly turning on its head, becoming a monster-horror within the space of about 5 minutes.

Our protagonist and ultimate feminist hero is Michelle, played by Mary Elizabeth Winstead (Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Smashed), a woman who wakes up in a concrete shelter after being involved in a violent car crash. She is held in the shelter by ex-Marine and possible murderer, Howard (John Goodman) alongside down-to-earth Emmett (John Gallagher Jr.). She is told that everyone above ground has been wiped out by a deadly chemical attack and that they are likely the only people remaining alive – a concept that she (and we as an audience) struggle to believe.

Michelle’s position in the shelter would easily allow her to become a……..[click here to read more!]

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Now then, a rant about ‘feminist’ articles

I recently read an article about the hidden female mindset, discussing how men don’t understand what women go through on a daily basis in regards to everyday sexism. The author of the article talked about how women have been ‘trained’ to constantly brush aside anything that makes them feel uncomfortable or makes them feel like the lesser sex. Now then, I’ve had my fair share and I 100% agree with how messed up the world is when I can’t walk down a street at night without my phone clutched in my hand. It’s uncool, it’s unnecessary and there is a part of me that jumps at strange noises (although that could just be me with my inherent fear of balloons and fireworks). What I don’t agree with is how the author talked about being wary of men on the street, in car parks, shops, anywhere and always thinking ‘they could overpower me and I wouldn’t be able to stop it.’ I’m not going to lie, there are a lot of men and women out there who could probably overpower me and beat me to a pulp with my real lack of muscle tissue from not working out… Ever. The difference is I don’t convince myself that this is going to happen because there’s a bloke in the same vicinity as me.

I am all for equal rights, but not just for women, for everyone and I absolutely draw the line when women start lumping men together in the category of ‘violent thug’ or whatever phrase is popular that week. A person – man or woman – is not necessarily going to attack you just because you are a female. Yes there are some shit eating people in the world who don’t deserve a moment’s thought but they’re the exceptions. Bad things happen in the world, it’s a sad, sad truth, but I don’t think that we as women need to shuffle around, carefully avoiding men that we don’t know. I accept that horrific things happen to women – and men – and something definitely needs to happen, something needs to change.

I don’t go about my everyday business quashing my thoughts about how men are better than me. You do get sleezy guys who rear their heads every so often but that’s just a hazard of the job. We can deal with them and all of the women I know, including myself are confident enough to deal with awkward situations. We don’t hide it, if something uncomfortable happens, I go straight to my boyfriend, my dad or my male housemates. I tell somebody, I don’t keep it a dirty little secret and then go on tumblr and slate the male gender. The more random oestrogen-fuelled articles I read about feminism, the more I’m finding it aggravates me to know what some women actually think about men. I have a lot of wonderful men in my life and I’m glad that they’re there. I also have a lot of good women in my life but in all truth some of the worst people that I’ve known have been female. It’s all about bring open and not judging people because of their gender. Ultimately, I’m going to stop reading these articles that appear on Facebook and just get on with life as soon as I’ve posted this blog article!

Peace out x

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Entertainment, Review, Television

Pretty Little Liars

I’ve only just started watching this and I’ve just finished episode 3, so this is like a vague review depicting what I think so far.

And so far, so good. I knew full well what to expect when I started watching and yes it’s about a group of beautiful American girls and all the gossip and secrets that surround their lives. They’re all very self-entitled and omg my life is so much worse than yours! hashtag love ya. The writing is… eryhh… but I think the character development so far is decent even within only 3 episodes. I’m sticking with it, let’s put it that way.

My only worry is that there are now 6 seasons and I know what happens at the end (friends have been watching it for a while and I didn’t mind knowing the spoilers) which makes me wonder how on earth they have managed to fit 5 whole seasons between now and the cheeky reveal. I’m just hoping that other dramatic things are going to happen!

I have high hopes for it because a lot of my friends have watched it and there’s been a lot of hype about it around social media lately, so that must mean it’s good…right? An update will follow once I’m more into it.

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Life Experience, University

Dear ‘Ruth’

Vulnerable and eager in the early days of September, 2011, I was looking for someone to trust and to befriend, someone that I could shed all my secrets to, someone who could come with me to compare dresses out shopping, someone who was on the same wave length as me. And I found you; quickly and wholeheartedly you introduced yourself into the void in my life.

Dear Ruth,

Over the last year or so, I’ve really changed; I don’t think I’m even the same person that you used to know and you might not even recognise me. It’s been about three years since we last spoke and this message to you, whether you are aware of it or not, is about how you influenced my life. I want to say thank you, Ruth for everything you did, all you contributed in those delicate few months that we were friends. We did have a good run at the start of university but I had to learn the hard way how you could be so affected by a boy and in turn how you could affect the other people around you, people who I thought were also my friends.

I first questioned your personality when you, despite rummaging through my wardrobe on a daily basis, refused to lend me clothes because there would be no way they would fit me. Being a size 10/12 compared to your slight 6/8 obviously meant that I was too large for you and your designer clothes and I forget now how many times you told me I didn’t eat enough humus or lettuce. You were also keen to tell me that my then boyfriend was a bad idea and even though you thought it was funny to flirt with him and sit on his lap, you still found it appropriate to tell me how pathetic our relationship was. It was important to you to one-up everybody, to be worse off, or on occasion, better. Nobody could have anything without you having more or less. Even though I have a cracked bone in my foot, your size 3 feet are more painful because of your 4 inch size 2 heels. You used to take pleasure in telling me that my university course was not as good as yours and that your course mates were just the best, whereas I’m aware that you no longer speak to yours and I still live with mine. I remember going out with my course friends, and finding that before leaving the house you would lock yourself away with the other housemates, and I wouldn’t see you the next day because you’d all decided to take an early shopping trip together, despite knowing I was in the house and not in a lecture.

Ruth, I could have lived with all of this; everyone has flaws, mine aren’t great and I sometimes wonder why people stick with me, but you took it too far. Deciding that your ex boyfriend who you had dated for no more than two months was the be all and end all was not what I would have imagined you to do. Screaming at me in the middle of a nightclub about how my then boyfriend was talking to other women – oh no! – and then leaving with the other girls was something that I will never forget. Screaming at me in a different nightclub for a second time after we had moved into a house together and then leaving me alone in that nightclub is something that I can never forgive you for. You listened to your ex boyfriend who told you that I was interested in him and you abandoned me in the middle of the night, a thirty-five minute walk from a new home in a new neighbourhood that I’d been told was risky at night. You didn’t believe me when I told you that he was lying, but you had made up your mind. From then on you made the next three days in that house effectively hell. I heard you calling me names to the other girls, I saw you hiding and moving my stuff and I remember you leaving the house unlocked while I was sleeping so you could go on a night out. Part of me wishes I had dropped the deadbolt on the door, but what would have been the point in stooping to your level?

Normally, letters to people are full of forgiveness and sometimes blessings, but I can’t forgive you. What I can do is thank you. Thank you for forcing me to move out of the new house to then live with my real friends. Even though I began paying two rents on two houses in that year, I was happy. Thank you, Ruth, for all your malice because, without it, I may not have met my wonderful boyfriend. I would not have gained stronger relationships with people who are still my best friends. I don’t think I would be where I am today without your vindictive assistance and even though you make me shudder inside and make my heart turn cold when I see you, I thank you for all of that. I sincerely hope that you remember everything that happened, but I can imagine that you continue to have your rose-tinted side of things. Brittany, what a bitch who tried to steal your boyfriend and always left you to see her course friends, you must have felt so hard done by. But, in all honesty, thank you for indirectly bringing me to a better group of people, to a better university life because for the most part, my first year was dampened down by you.

You really showed me what some people can be capable of, and you really, really changed my life. So thank you, Ruth for everything. I don’t assume our paths will ever cross again but for the minuscule amount of time that you affected my life, thanks and I won’t ever, ever forget it. If you are reading this, I’m certain that you’ll know this is you even though Ruth isn’t your real name and I sincerely hope you read it with integrity, attention and with an open mind. This letter to you is my official goodbye, and I can safely say that after writing this, I feel a large weight and concern has been lifted from my shoulders and I can continue to stand tall and proud.

Love Brittany.