New Blog Post: In which I review Professor Marston and the Wonder Women
I've just posted a review of the cringe-inducing Professor Marston and the Search for the Holy Unicorn, a one hour and forty-eight minute study in gaslighting and sexual grooming. Here's the teaser:
I am polyamorous. I am kinky. I have seen at least one Wonder Woman movie. Ergo, I am precisely the target demographic for the movie Fifty Shades of Professor Marston and the Great Wonder Unicorn Hunt Women, the movie that is taking Hollywood by storm as it zooms from first-run theaters to the dollar cinema faster than Starship Troopers 3.
I blinked, and so nearly missed the film in its theatrical release, but never fear! Vancouver has one of those theaters that sells beer and cut-rate tickets, with those chairs that make you sit with your knees in your nose and the floors that are always suspiciously sticky, so I was able to plunk down a few hard-earned Canadian dollars and experience the wonder for myself.
At least I think that's what that feeling was. It might have been my kidney infection.
The movie goes something like this:
PROFESSOR MARSTON: Why are people burning my comic books?
OUTRAGEOUSLY STRAIGHTLACED WOMAN: It's the 1940s. That's what we do. Now, we want to ask you a bunch of leading and excessively moralistic questions about your comic book.
PROFESSOR MARSTON: Very well, let me begin with a flashback.
He BEGINS with a FLASHBACK
PROFESSOR MARSTON: My new undergrad psychology student is hot.
ELIZABETH MARSTON: I've got bad news and good news. The bad news is this is the 1930s, which means Harvard won't give me a Ph.D. because I'm a woman. The good news is that this is the 1930s, which means there's no such thing as an ethics review board, so if you want to sexually groom and then experiment on your undergrad student in really creepy ways that totally objectify her and violate her consent, that's okay. Also, I have no concept of sexual jealousy.
The polyamorous people in the audience CHEER
ELIZABETH MARSTON: I also have no concept of consent.
PROFESSOR MARSTON: Awesome! This will be fun. What is your name, hot undergrad student?
UNICORN: You may call me Unicorn.
You can read the whole thing here.
I am polyamorous. I am kinky. I have seen at least one Wonder Woman movie. Ergo, I am precisely the target demographic for the movie Fifty Shades of Professor Marston and the Great Wonder Unicorn Hunt Women, the movie that is taking Hollywood by storm as it zooms from first-run theaters to the dollar cinema faster than Starship Troopers 3.
I blinked, and so nearly missed the film in its theatrical release, but never fear! Vancouver has one of those theaters that sells beer and cut-rate tickets, with those chairs that make you sit with your knees in your nose and the floors that are always suspiciously sticky, so I was able to plunk down a few hard-earned Canadian dollars and experience the wonder for myself.
At least I think that's what that feeling was. It might have been my kidney infection.
The movie goes something like this:
PROFESSOR MARSTON: Why are people burning my comic books?
OUTRAGEOUSLY STRAIGHTLACED WOMAN: It's the 1940s. That's what we do. Now, we want to ask you a bunch of leading and excessively moralistic questions about your comic book.
PROFESSOR MARSTON: Very well, let me begin with a flashback.
He BEGINS with a FLASHBACK
PROFESSOR MARSTON: My new undergrad psychology student is hot.
ELIZABETH MARSTON: I've got bad news and good news. The bad news is this is the 1930s, which means Harvard won't give me a Ph.D. because I'm a woman. The good news is that this is the 1930s, which means there's no such thing as an ethics review board, so if you want to sexually groom and then experiment on your undergrad student in really creepy ways that totally objectify her and violate her consent, that's okay. Also, I have no concept of sexual jealousy.
The polyamorous people in the audience CHEER
ELIZABETH MARSTON: I also have no concept of consent.
PROFESSOR MARSTON: Awesome! This will be fun. What is your name, hot undergrad student?
UNICORN: You may call me Unicorn.
You can read the whole thing here.