You know what’s amazing? Own voices cyberpunk and also own voices criticising cultural theft. Come with us, friends, as we eat more vegan schaedenfraude pie and talk about awesome things.
In which Liz attempts to write a dispassionate, spoiler-lite review of the Dance Academy film adaptation without excessive capslock or reaction gifs.
What a gift this month is! We have not one but two racist and/or whitewashed media adaptations being released — Iron Fist and Ghost in the Shell — and they’re both getting terrible press.
What a shame. We shall sip our tea and nibble at a dark, bittersweet pie and try not to disturb others with our cackles of laughter.
Hidden Figures tells the story of how African-American women helped put the United States in space. Margot Lee Shetterly’s book was optioned for film before it had even been published, so clearly I’m not the only person who was very excited by this concept. (Things I’m into: the space program; feminist history; the corners of history which are overlooked or obscured.)
I loved the book a lot, and I thoroughly enjoyed the movie when I saw it on Friday. It was a lovely portrayal of excellence in the face of oppression, of female friendship, and of some of the nuances of racism as expressed by middle class white women. And, of course, SPACE.
But the second I saw a Tumblr review promising it had no white saviours, I knew it would have a white saviour. And I was right.
As we wake up, blinking and trembling, to a new year, we thought it was time to look back at 2016 and the media we loved.
Stephanie woke up to an email from Liz telling her to talk about “Mulan, in light of the leaked script with a white male lead,” and let me tell you, no fierce Asian lady wants to wake up that way.
[Liz: next time I’ll lead with a nice cat picture or something.]
Put a brown person in there.
TL;DR Joe Cinque’s Consolation is not a good movie, but then, it comes from imperfect source material.
Last night, whilst we were sleeping, a post written by Steph and Birb Friend Hayley went up at The Toast! It’s 3000 words about Keanu Reeves.
HOW EXCITE. We love Keanu so much, quokkas. SO MUCH. So much so that below the cut is another 1500 words of APPENDIX (We had to cut over 500 from the post hahah) including a review of his book SHADOWS, Hayley’s notes on ode to friendship Man of Tai Chi, and many photos of Keanu being gazed at adoringly by either Winona Ryder or River Phoenix.