So, last night I couldn't sleep. Again. Drives me absolutely bonkers. But last night I couldn't sleep because all night long I was writing in my head something about the movie Slumdog Millionaire. I saw it with a friend last week and the damn thing isn't leaving me alone.
So here's the deal.
I'm the girl in the back of the class with her hand raised, looking uncomfortable while everyone else is cheering their hearts out. "Um, excuse me? Pardon me? Could I just say this?"
I liked the movie. Really. I did. I've told many people to go out and see it, and that's a rare thing for me, but, although I want to overlook this major, glaring fault in an otherwise very awesome movie, I can't.
Let me say it here. Let me be loud. Let me be clear.
I'm sick to death of love stories where the girl plays the helpless/ powerless to effect her own salvation/ waiting for that knight in shining armour to save her, kind of role.
Seriously, kids. How long are we going to tell this story for? How is it that once again a pretty face is an interesting enough face? That nothing more substantial needs to emerge for her story to be meaningful?
I know. You're all rolling your eyes and calling me the eight letter f-word. And I know. That wasn't what the movie was about. I know. It was chock full of so many very fantastic things that it's almost asshole-ish of me to point it out. I know. It was going for a magical realism sort of deal with the destiny thing and all, and maybe I should overlook it. But you know, actually, I'm not going to apologize for being frustrated with this anymore than I would apologize for being angry about a depiction of an aboriginal person as a peace pipe smoking/headdress wearing/rain-dance making "How" sort of person.
Men have a good right to tell their own salvation stories. Those stories are valuable in and of themselves. Don't go tacking on some pretty girl needing rescuing to justify the telling. And, if you do want to include some pretty girl, let her tell her own damn story.
Now, go out and see it and tell me I'm wrong. Seriously. I would rather be wrong.