FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU A HUNDRED TIMES!!!!!!
What do you gain by giving shitty reviews to beloved YA adaptations? You think youāre showing your smarts by condescending to teenagers? You think youāre proving how intellectual and discerning you are by dissing good movies simply because they are about teens? The only thing youāre proving is that you have no idea what youāre talking about when you compare Twilight to Vampire Academy or The Hunger Games to Divergent. You have no issues with one after the other Iron Man, Super Man, Spider Man, Cockroach Man, This Man, That Man (no Wonder Woman, btw), but you complain that āThere are too many dystopian science fictions with strong female leadsā. Hypocritical, much? (Your idea is that there can never be enough of movies that cater primarily to men, but when it comes to movies aimed at women, there can only be *one* franchise for people who like vampires, and *one* for people who like magic, etc.)
You know what youāre really doing here? Youāre dragging down franchises that-
1. Have female leads, and female characters that tell young women that their primary function is not to serve as a romantic interest for a male, and that romance is only one of the many possibilities in their lives.
2. Pass the Bechdel Test with flying colours.
3. Portray sexual and gender minorities with respect and empathy.
4. Cater to the entertainment and intellectual needs of young people simultaneously.
5. Give young women role models of their own gender.
Iām glad The Mortal Instruments is getting a sequel no matter what you said, and I hope the same for Vampire Academy and Divergent. We need more movies about women like Clary, Isabelle, Rose, Lissa, and Tris, who represent what women are really like: a mixture of strengths and weaknesses, who have their own voices with which they tell their own stories, and have complex lives. In other words, we need portrayals of women not merely as the tits-and-ass object of a guyās fantasies (Iām looking at you, Transformers). After more than 100 years of cinema, we are finally getting to see ourselves on screen.
No wonder the hoary old farts in their ivory towers want to take it away.