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In reading Manohla Dargis article She Shtups to Conquer [April 2026], I was reminded of the cultural vacuum weve created out here in Hollywood. Many times since transplanting here from Texas several years ago, Ive found myself using my film-school pretensions to qualify or disqualify a films validity in terms of progressive womanhood. Only later would I realize that, as members of the minute percentage of American women (or men) who can spout off tenets of Freudian theory, quote Laura Mulvey and reference Molly Haskell as easily as we can fix a bowl of Cheerios, we have a problem. Namely, what business do we have postulating which kinds of heroism should represent the common female experience in lieu of the lives women have clearly chosen for themselves? For example, what woman living a 9-to-5, simple, unglamorous life would achieve any kind of fantasy identification with a gritty hooker like Bree Daniels in Klute? What does an unapologetic whore with an empty, hopeless life and a failed acting career have to do with them?
Instead of asking this, Dargis wonders at the appeal of Julia Roberts Erin Brockovich (among others), who fights not only for the survival of her family and the respect of a prejudiced upper class, but also for the health and safety of others like her but makes the mistake of dressing provocatively. Short skirts and exposed bras may seem exploitative and gimmicky, but, taking another view, cant her clothing be interpreted as the ultimate affront to the status quo? I am unstoppable, I will win, and, oh yeah, Im all woman! In other words, Erin rises above her circumstances of blue-collar single motherhood without sacrificing her femininity.
Sure, it may be hyperbole, but the message is clear, and it went over big: The feminists are here, ladies and gentlemen. They arent refusing to shave, and they dont always hate men. Theyre your wives, your teachers, your doctors and nurses; theyre even your children, and sometimes your favorite stripper. Feminism is no longer theory debated on college campuses; its infiltrated the real world. And its got boobs, Ed.
At least films like Erin Brockovich, Charlies Angels and Double Jeopardy are portraying women in control of their lives, capable of pursuing their own destinies, and as strong as if not stronger than the men around them. As Molly Haskell suggests, its not the movie endings of marriage and motherhood, or the details of the heroines profession, but rather the principles she stands for, and how many of the audiences own ideals she embodies, that are important, as much today as they were in the films of Bette Davis, Barbara Stanwyck and Katharine Hepburn.
At bottom is the fact that these new female-led films confirm that women can carry box-office blockbusters. With any luck, the doors that have begun to open may let in something that will eventually please all of us.
Thank God for Manohla Dargis, a film critic who likes sex and can still take Hollywood to task for botching the job!
Manohla Dargis article is an excellent addition to the continuing discussion of women in film. One point that should be added to the discussion: If there is a paucity of strong, independent women in film, there are a lot of them on network television. And they are not bimbos who suffer the consequences of having sex with men. There are, for example, the women in Ally McBeal, who have a lot of sex with a lot of people, including each other. Or Dianne Russell (Kim Delaney), a police detective in NYPD Blue, who has been through several relationships and has not been killed yet. Or Lilly (Sela Ward) in Once and Again, who has been involved in a steamy relationship without being less of a mother for it. And there have been a pile of relationships on ER between the men and the women of that show.
So if you want strong professional women in a variety of relationships, dont go to the movies. Television has taken sex out of the theaters and put it back in the home, where it belongs.
Los Angeles â
Re: Judith Lewis Auto Immune [April 2026]. As I sat and waited for the l80 on Saturday afternoon, trying not to shriek as two full buses passed without stopping, I read with amusement Judith Lewis pleasure in discovering the MTA. I have been a rider for more than seven years and know that her honeymoon will soon be over. I note that the bus lines she uses are what I designate as white preferred, where drivers would not dream of abusing passengers and where schedules are far more regularly maintained than those routes which serve the bulk of those who are forced to use public transportation in Los Angeles.
Dont get me wrong: There are many wonderful bus drivers in L.A., and there are times when the subway absolutely makes using public transportation a pleasure in fact, I have chosen to join a health club that is located downtown because the Red Line commute is so easy.
Alas, however, one of these days the system will not fulfill the expectations of the reborn Ms. Lewis, and I can only hope that she, like the majority of public-transportation riders in L.A., does not find herself yearning not for a better system but for the minimal dollars needed to buy a car!
Ruth Kramer Ziony
In Judith Lewis story, she (correctly) quotes the Web site www.changingtheclimate.com as saying, Every gallon of gas spits out 28 pounds of CO2. Here, however, your editorial or fact-checking staff should have applied some common sense and realized that this is impossible. A gallon of gas tips the scales at about 8 pounds. If we could actually get 28 pounds of CO2 from this, it would probably be the greatest discovery of the century (and we still have 99 years to go). Of course, theres that pesky First Law of Thermodynamics that we have to break, but why let that get in the way?
Re: Designfilms.orgs April 12 presentation of Titles Then at the American Cinematheque, and the Weeklys promotion of that event. To see a series of film-title sequences rendered illegible by video projection, their original colors and contrast lost, was a painful experience. To have advertised the program as containing clips of actual opening title sequences and to have shown this travesty in a Kodak Screencheck theater with a reputation for image quality, is utterly misleading to anyone who expects to see movies in a movie theater. To have dedicated this program, which utterly dismisses the importance of color and texture in design, to the memory of titles artist Saul Bass, is to have belittled his contribution to visual art, and that of all the other designers victimized that night.
In the future, please try to identify video presentations of films and filmed material as such in your Calendar listings, so that people who give a damn can stay away.
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