Sexism in films is a waste of our time.
With films expanding from a comfortable 2 hours to now 3.5 million years (we call this time duration 1 Peter Jacksons), we can’t afford to have sexism inflating the run time.
We’re already running late to see the recently released sequel of the sequel of the prequel of our favorite early 90s film and on top of that we need to remember to pick up toilet paper after work, and pay the bills , and go to work, and backpack the Himalayas, and write a novel, and discover a new element, and become famous. We just don’t have time for useless stuff like a film with two dudes talking about how much they want to bang a chick on a scale of 1-10. MOVE ON, MOVIE. You have a plot to reveal! Chop chop!
Michael Bay Is a Douche to Equality
Michael Bay is famous for wasting our time with ridiculously huge (but ultimately satisfying) explosions and (absolutely horrible) racism and sexism.
CinemaSins, a film review YouTube channel, recently pointed out the blatant sexism in Michael Bay films that we, as a culture at large, seem perfectly fine overlooking.
You can find some pedophilia joke in nearly every Michael Bay movie. We call him on excessive explosions or casual racism, but joking about a grown man f*cking a teenager… we look the other way.
In fact, the director’s sexism in films is so well-known there is even a list post helping us decipher if we’re a woman in a Michael Bay movie. You’ll be surprised (but not really) at just how generalized and objectified women are in his films.
Michael Bay is a Douche to Our Busy Schedules (and Consensual Sex)
In the clip below they highlight the precious screen time Michael Bay took to explain why it’s okay for a man to have sex with an underage girl, rather than saving time (and our opinion of the male protagonist) by writing her character as a consenting 18 year-old woman.
If the female protagonist was at consenting age, we could have devoted at least 5 more minutes (or 0.000000006523% of a Peter Jackson) to plot development or to shorten this long film. (This also would have saved us from being repulsed by the film’s hero who’s so keen on banging high school girls that he has a laminated statutory rape card.)
If all sexist shots were removed, this film just might make it under 2 hours. That’s a whole other hour I could be tweeting about a new Nutella cupcake recipe, yarnbombing my neighbors’ cat, or whatever feminists are supposed to do in their spare time.
But Michael Bay Isn’t The Problem
He’s a big Hollywood-name-drop symptom of the problem. The problem is that women, and men, don’t talk enough about sexism in movies. Maybe it’s because we’re used to it. Maybe it’s because we don’t want people to roll their eyes when we bring it up. Or maybe because we’re afraid our friends will whisper behind our backs, saying that we’re feminists, the same way people whispered socialist in the 1950s. Or maybe we need sexism to fill that empty hour on our calendar because a dark movie theater is the best place to get our daily exercise of mindfulness and texting.
Sexism in film is a waste of our time.
But if we want sexism in film to stop, we have to call it out like it is—a fricking waste of our time. Save us from another long leg shot and side boob glance and give us some mother-lovin’ plot development. Please.