What can Beyonce teach us about female aggression? This is a question I do not often have cause to ask. Regardless, I am asking it today. For, after a nasty couple of weeks in which the coverage of women's issues has been dominated by news of conflict between women (the classy among us refer to it as "catfighting"), I found myself with a free afternoon, a few dollars of spending money and (naturally enough) a ticket to Ms Knowles's latest motion picture event, Obsessed.
Obsessed, in case you haven't heard, is a movie whose marketing platform (and vaguely shocking US box-office success) is based almost entirely on the promise that, should you elect to view it, you will get to see Beyonce beat some other woman up.
That woman is Ali Larter, an actress I have come to admire for her commitment to appearing exclusively in terrible, campy B-movies. Final Destination, Resident Evil: Extinction, Varsity Blues – these are Larter's bread and butter. "This will not be a high-quality film," Larter seems to convey with her presence in a movie. "And, to be honest, is that what you wanted? Probably not! If you did, you would not have purchased a ticket for a movie starring me."
Go read the rest of it. Yell at me a little! For shockingly, there are not so many comments on the piece. CiF readers: I neeeeeeeeeed your yelling, like the sunshine. Everybody's got to yell, sometimes!