So, I managed to not write any more blogs for half of the year. Well done me. To be fair to me, I did put on my first solo show at the Edinburgh festival, then spent that latter half of the year fannying about America. I was busy, ok?
I did, however, stick to my Bechdel rules. Though I watched a lot of films on planes and didn’t include them in the test as I wasn’t paying to see them. Is that cheating? Most of them did pass anyway. Back off, yeah? I’m trying.
I didn’t go to the cinema very much in the 2nd half of the year. I did go to see the 2nd Hunger Games movie. Which brings me to this news:
Movies Passing the Bechdel Test Earned More in 2013
Hooray. That’s good news, isn’t it. It’s probably because of my several pounds spent on them, right? And this world-shattering blog. Or perhaps there is a shift where women (and men, probably) audiences want to see more women characters doing more stuff.
I know it’s not a film, but I jizzed myself over Orange is the New Black because of the variety & depth in the range of women characters. And it’s made me thirsty for more. MOAR WOMENZ FROM A VARIETY OF BACKGROUNDS & CULTURES, HNNNNGGG. I honestly found myself crying at some points when watching it because I was overwhelmed with delight at the multitude of representation.
So my year of only paying to see Bechdel test-passing films has concluded but guess what? I’M NOT STOPPING. I got a lot out of this experiment. It has recalibrated my standards for the types of narratives I want to see. I am a million times more interested in seeing stories from voices marginalised by western society now than another film about white men.
I look for it in all the art & culture I consume now. I want more diversity in the TV I watch, the books I read – I was in the Tate modern and realised it was a room full of work by white european men, I walked out. I’m bored of that now.
Who wants to go to the cinema with me?