I hate the term ‘chick flick’. Like, really hate the term. Not only does it bank on the idea that women
only want a very select number of elements in their entertainment, which is
pretty damn regressive, but it is also primarily used as a put-down by critics,
as if what women presumably want to watch is something to inherently be ashamed
of. I’ve discussed films that fit into this category before, specifically
romantic shlock like The Best Of Me, but it seems like the term really doesn’t
have much reason to be used nowadays. I’ll wait until the release of the
Expendabelles before I feel the need for any official eulogy for the term, but
gender shouldn’t qualify as a defining factor when it comes to what film is
meant to interest a person. Or maybe this is just my fence-sitting naivety
shining through once again, I don’t know. Anyway, I bring this all up because
this film supposedly counts as a
chick flick. I say "supposedly" because I’m still not entirely sure who this film
is meant to appeal to, if anyone at all.
