As the series I’m writing is post-apocalyptic, I’ve been studying the genre. Last weekend I watched the 2008, Science Fiction movie, Babylon A.D. (on Shomi) starring Vin Diesel. I enjoyed parts of it, but it left me feeling angry, to be honest. It hit me between the eyes, as if it were a futuristic migraine, my number one pet peeve – Male Hollywood Heroes.
(Spoiler Alert) At the end of the story two adorable children are left in the care of the male hero (okay, their genetically engineered, but that’s beside the point). Vin Diesel saved the day (with some difficulty) and is now rescuing the future by raising the children. They are mankind’s hope for tomorrow in a dreary, future world. But the question has to be asked: why didn’t the writer let the lead woman take the children in the end. He could easily have killed off the male hero in the last action scene instead of her. She had raised the children’s mother, had been a depicted as a competent and caring parent from he beginning. So why did they give the children to a man who had never shown any inclination to be a father?
After the movie, my husband asked me if I thought it was odd.
Heck, yeah, it’s odd. But that’s Hollywood. They won’t let a woman be the ultimate hero. They continue to feed us paternal gruel in the form of entertaining stories. I for one am sick of it.
That’s my number one pet peeve Hollywood’s depiction of the hero. The big man, surrounded by large breasted women with minuscule brains.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying Hollywood is misogynistic, but it certainly is blind. I don’t think that’s fair to men or women. Aren’t we all in this together?
I know there are some things men do better than women, but the reverse is true as well. I hope that my granddaughters will live to see the day when heroes are considered heroes because of their virtues and deeds, not because of what they pack between their legs.