For both understandable and woefully misguided reasons,
feminism as it exists in the modern conversation is not what it used to be. A
branch of civil rights activism that remains at the core of some of the most
vital changes in human society, it has gone the way of an unfortunate bulk of
activist stances and become a hotbed for all things on the fringe of the
discourse. I myself have railed against the current face of feminism, and while
I know the precarious position that puts me in, I also recognise what feminism
represented at its peak.
It wasn’t a way of thinking that insisted on the same
pedestaling as the opposition, acting as a mirror that only reflects prejudice
rather than a hammer that reshapes it, but a movement that wanted equality
among the sexes. The stereotypes that bind one half of the binary do the same
for the other, and until both sides are placed on even ground, both end up
suffering. It is because of this, among other things, that this film strikes a
serious chord with yours truly.
