I offered the following as a comment on a review of ‘The Danish Girl’ which appeared on a well-known Tory women’s blog. Needless to state, my comment was deleted, possibly because I write as I live, rather bluntly.
Once more, we are subjected to reams of praise for a film which, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t get a screening in the ‘coolest’ of art cinemas unless the producers paid the cinema a healthy lump sum to defray the inevitable losses, caused by nobody paying to see the latest load of old rubbish.
Consider, if you will, two films which emerged onto the screens throughout America last year. One was entitled ‘American Sniper’, the other was ‘Selma’. The first was the story of an American hero, a soldier who killed his country’s enemies with a awesome precision; the other was the rehashed story of a ‘civil rights march’ some forty-odd years ago.
American Sniper was the highest-grossing film over the long weekend with over $200 million, playing in 3,705 theatres across America. American Sniper, a movie celebrating the heroics of a white man (a white man whom every institution – television, Hollywood, academia, government, and commercials – in America works overtime to denigrate) had one of the most astounding opening weekends in the history of cinema.
‘Selma’ was an astounding flop, and this was mirrored by the offering hoovered up by some 275,000 ‘students’ who were given free tickets to see a film which not many other people wanted to pay to watch, and of course was the critics’ darling and ‘best film’ and all that rubbish.
As with ‘Selma’, so with ‘Danish girl, or man, or just ‘confused other’. These stupes just cannot understand that we, the people, are just bored with their constant whining on about their need to be ‘accepted’, and instead of the shrill calls for ‘equality’, ‘diversity, and all the other clarion calls to watch and ’understand their pain’; a few more straightforward comments to the effect that they are either a bloke, complete with penis, testicles and literal oceans of make-up, is now wearing a dress, or a woman trussed up to disguise the fact she’s still got tits and a vagina; might be more appropriate.